"Our cute American sweetheart, are you finally planning to use that insignificant power in your hands to strike against Vought Group?"
Butcher looked at the phone screen. Just now he not only received the call from Mother's Milk, but also a text from Frenchie.
"Apparently Vought hasn't forgotten Frenchie, but they forgot there's still a dangerous element by Frenchie's side."
"You mean Kimiko?"
"If a guy who can tear out someone's throat with bare hands can't be called a dangerous element, then I think the word needs to be redefined." Butcher leaned on the sofa. The soft feeling under him couldn't smooth the crease between his brows. What the hell did Vought Group want? Want to dig up old scores?
But if they wanted to dig up old scores, it shouldn't be at this time. It wasn't that this time was particularly special. Butcher just felt the whole thing was a bit strange.
"Starlight, can you still contact Maeve?" Hughie asked.
Starlight shook her head. "We completely cut contact a month ago. But you can ask Lamplighter. Maybe he knows something."
Bang! Two figures dropped from the sky and landed on the open ground in front of Hughie's door.
"Breaking into a private residence isn't something a hero should do, especially when it's the house of an FBSA employee." Stormfront looked at the house in front of her and said.
"Unless criminals are hiding inside, and they're wanted criminals the government has been hunting for a long time."
Through X-ray vision Homelander saw Hughie and the others in the living room. "They're dead this time. You think they'll kneel on the ground and beg me for mercy later?"
"Maybe. But you can try." Stormfront smiled.
"Before that I decided to give them a little surprise." Homelander placed his hand on the doorknob, then pressed the doorbell with the other hand.
When the doorbell rang.
Hughie, who was originally sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up and walked toward the door.
"Which one of you ordered takeout?"
"Definitely not me. I've been thinking about losing weight lately. After lying around at your place for a month my weight went up by at least five pounds." Starlight said lazily.
"Then who is it? My house doesn't look like the kind of place people randomly visit."
Hughie flipped open the peephole and casually glanced outside. But the next second his expression became like a spilled seasoning jar, extremely colorful.
Panic, fluster, fear, disbelief and other emotions jumped onto his face. Hughie was so scared he almost fell. Compared to Homelander he would rather see a ghost face.
"Holy shit!" Hughie instinctively took several steps back.
At the same time, after recovering, he urgently turned his head to look at everyone. "Homelander! It's Homelander!"
Although Butcher didn't understand lip reading, he still saw the answer on Hughie's face. He rapidly pulled a shotgun from under the sofa, then took Starlight and Becca and fled toward the basement.
He originally thought Hughie's place was temporarily safe. After all Hughie's current identity was special. Even Vought had to show some consideration and fear.
But facts proved that really no one put Hughie in their eyes.
"Oh my God, when did you hide a gun under the sofa." Starlight said in shock.
"Is that the important part?"
Butcher's mood suddenly dropped to the bottom. The long period of peaceful life had numbed his nerves, causing him to make the lowest-level mistake.
"What do we do now? Homelander has X-ray vision. We can't escape at all." Starlight was also panicking now. "Or I go hold him off while you take the chance to run. Right now there's only Hughie outside. Homelander will definitely kill him."
"For now, I'm afraid this is the only way." Between Aura and life, Butcher chose the latter without hesitation.
At the same time.
Hughie urgently walked to the living room and picked up his phone.
Crack!
A palm print suddenly sank into the inner side of the iron door, and accompanied by the piercing sound of metal deforming, the palm print became more and more prominent.
Finally Homelander's right hand punched through the iron door and, like tearing open a soda can, ripped a large hole in it.
Then Homelander calmly stepped onto the corridor floor.
Looking at his completely indifferent appearance, it seemed as if he had returned to his own home.
"Butcher, are you coming out yourself, or do I have to personally drag you out." Homelander clasped his hands behind his back, showing a sunny, brilliant smile, only the smile hid a trace of brutality.
The gloom in his eyes and the smile on his face placed together were quite incongruous yet natural.
"This is my home. Do you have a search warrant? I can call the police right now and charge you with illegal entry into private property."
Hughie stiffened his neck and gathered the courage to meet Homelander's eyes.
"I currently suspect you are harboring criminals, and we are only fulfilling the responsibilities that superheroes should have." Homelander didn't believe Butcher and the others could still escape under his nose, so with a teasing attitude he walked back and forth on the floor above the basement, as if observing the arrangement of furniture inside the house.
"Entering the home of a government employee without a search warrant, and doing it with violence. I don't care whether you are superhumans or not. Right now your actions already constitute a crime. As a member of the Office of Superhuman Affairs, I must warn you that if you do not leave my house immediately, I will take corresponding measures against you."
The moment the words left his mouth, Hughie felt emotional that he actually had a day when he could stand in front of Homelander and openly warn the other party like this. This feeling was simply anxiety mixed with satisfaction.
"Storm, I feel like there's a fly buzzing by my ear. How should I kill it, with my hands or with laser eyes?!"
Homelander's eyes instantly lit up with red light. The color was like magma about to erupt, shocking to the soul!
"Kid, have the guts to say those words just now one more time." He took a few steps toward Hughie, tone icy.
"I don't…"
The extremely powerful sense of pressure made Hughie's legs tremble involuntarily. His voice quivered and he couldn't form a complete sentence.
He was like a rabbit locked onto by a lion, unable to do anything except tremble.
"You know what? I hate it most when someone threatens me. In this world, only I get to threaten other people!" Homelander's expression became more and more terrifying, like black clouds before a storm.
No one could predict when the torrential rain would pour down. Maybe right now, maybe in the next second!
Sizzle!!
Two scarlet lasers suddenly shot out from the bottoms of Homelander's eyes.
Just as they were about to pierce through Hughie's head, a figure suddenly charged out and knocked Homelander flying.
The lasers cut through the walls and floor of the house like a knife slicing cake, leaving charred burn marks on both sides of the cracks.
In the moment before the lasers fell, in the basement Butcher was holding Becca's hands, comforting her not to worry.
The next moment the sudden lasers sliced across Becca's body.
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