As Homelander In Multiverse

"Now you look even more like a monster, okay?"

Two hours later.

A disaster event occurred.

Azu chose to accept the case and found this place.

Seeing the woman in front of him, he immediately knew—this was his target.

Since the event did not require killing the monster, Azu was in no hurry to take action.

He saw a needle on the ground, picked it up, looked at the woman, and asked, "Did you inject whatever was inside this, and that's how you became like this?"

The woman nodded, wanting to speak, but only let out some indistinct sounds.

It was clear that her genes had already been rewritten, to the point where she no longer had human vocal organs.

"Why did you inject something of unknown origin?"

"If I'm right, nod. Otherwise, shake your head."

"Do you understand?"

The woman nodded.

Azu thought for a moment and asked, "Were you testing the drug?"

The woman shook her head.

"Were you sick?"

The woman nodded.

Good.

Azu glanced at Brad's corpse on the ground.

"Did that man inject you with it?"

The woman nodded.

"Was he your husband?"

Nod.

"Did he get it from someone else?"

Still a nod.

At this point, Azu had basically pieced together the outline of the incident.

The woman in front of him was sick, and her husband somehow got his hands on this injection.

He was probably deceived, thinking it was some kind of miracle cure.

But in the end, it turned his wife into a monster.

This situation was very similar to that "three-in-one" case from last time.

Azu saw a phone lying on the ground and was about to pick it up.

Just then, the woman turned into a monster and lunged at him, seemingly having lost all reason.

Azu mercifully sent her off with a shot of "heat vision," releasing her from this world.

Then he picked up the phone.

He flipped through it.

In the call history, there was a number that had been frequently contacted recently.

The most recent call was just this morning.

Azu dialed the number while simultaneously releasing a few strands of "data stream" from his fingertip into the phone.

The call connected quickly.

"How's it going, Mr. Brad?"

"The effect is good, right?"

"Your wife should be full of energy now, huh?"

"By the way, your watch is pretty nice. When are you coming to buy it back?"

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

As the other party rambled on nonstop, Azu had already used his "information domain" ability to lock onto the person's location.

Then, using his "psychic domain" ability, he anchored onto the person's mental coordinate.

Boom.

Azu's figure vanished into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was inside a room.

Inside the room, a Black man was holding a phone, shaking his hips on a dance pad.

Startled by Azu's sudden appearance, he let out a loud "Wah!" and threw his phone to the ground.

"You, you, you—"

The Black man blinked and said, "You're Homelander?"

Azu clasped his hands behind his back and strolled around, looking out the window. The streets outside were filled with Black people walking around.

Clearly, this was a Black community.

"What's your name?" Azu asked.

The Black man's face lit up with excitement. "I'm Mylesy, sir! You're really Homelander?"

"How did you do that just now?"

"You appeared in my house in an instant—was that a new ability?"

Azu smiled. "Mr. Mylesy, did you sell something to Mr. Brad today?"

Mylesy shrank his neck, trying to dodge the question. "I… no, I…"

"Mr. Mylesy, I'll ask you again."

"Did you sell something to Mr. Brad today?" Azu's eyes emitted an intimidating glow.

Terrified, the Black man cried out, "Please don't kill me, Homelander!"

"Yes, I admit it."

"I sold an unknown injection to Brad."

"Good." Azu pressed further. "Where did that thing come from?"

"I got it from a guy named Mike. I can take you to him."

"Great." Azu grabbed the Black man by the collar and—whoosh!—smashed through the roof, soaring high into the sky.

Down below, the Black community's residents instinctively looked up, having heard Mylesy's terrified screams.

In no time at all, Azu landed on the lawn of a house.

He let go, and Mylesy crashed onto the grass.

He groaned for a moment before climbing up, rubbing his butt. "Sir, this is Mike's house."

Azu didn't waste words. His figure blurred as he phased through the wall, entering the living room.

The living room was empty.

A quick scan led him to the bedroom, where he found a man.

Azu stepped into the bedroom.

A man in his forties lay on the bed, foaming at the mouth.

Azu's scan confirmed—this guy was already dead.

On the table beside him lay a suicide note.

The general message: he had massive debts he couldn't repay, so he had no choice but to take his own life.

Azu's gaze darkened.

He looked at a nearby computer and released strands of data stream from his fingertips, invading the system.

He quickly discovered—there were no records left on the computer.

Azu connected to the internet and used "information domain" to search for the man's information.

The result?

Aside from some basic details, everything else—Mike's insurance, medical records, even his job history—was completely wiped out.

"A staged suicide?"

Azu chuckled.

Then, smoothly, he hacked into the federal road surveillance network.

Before long, he found that someone had visited Mike this morning.

Tracking road footage, he followed the person's car all the way to—

Vailis Pharmaceuticals.

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Inside Vailis Pharmaceuticals, a cybernetic-eyed Dr. Kyle walked into the lab, followed closely by several assistants.

"Doctor, we now have detailed data on multiple test subjects."

"Next, we can proceed with more advanced experiments."

Dr. Kyle nodded.

"That previous method of testing was too limited in the data it provided."

"To obtain data across different ethnicities and conditions—"

"We deliberately leaked some experimental samples, spreading them through that guy, Mike."

"Now that we've gathered enough data, we need to deal with Mike."

"Our project doesn't officially exist at the Department of Defense."

"If anything goes wrong, they won't cover for us."

"We need to be cautious."

A female assistant assured him, "No worries, Doctor."

"Mr. Shar took care of it this morning."

"Mike, drowning in debt, committed suicide with the drug."

"Additionally, Mr. Shar erased all traces—Mike's medical records, credit card transactions, and job history are all gone."

Only then did Dr. Kyle nod.

At that moment, a voice suddenly asked—

"What is the Chimera Project?"

Dr. Kyle jumped in shock.

He turned toward the sound.

In front of a computer stood a figure.

That red cape stood out like a blazing fire in the stark white laboratory.

Homelander!

Dr. Kyle's heart pounded. His breathing became erratic.

He nearly screamed—

Why is Homelander here?!

Of course, he didn't know—after Azu tracked the clues via road surveillance, he had simply walked in.

Effortlessly infiltrating the lab, he had released data streams to read their files.

And discovered something interesting—

The Chimera Human Experiment Project.

That was why he asked.

Then, he turned to Dr. Kyle.

Narrowed his eyes.

"I've seen you before."

"Hmm… at the Department of Defense."

"Back when Wilson was having a meeting. If you were there, you must be someone important."

Azu stepped forward.

Dr. Kyle's back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Straining to stay calm, he said, "Homelander, why are you here?"

Azu spread his hands and smiled. "Why can't I be here?"

"Don't you always say that I am the guardian of this country?"

"Since I'm the guardian, where in this country can I not go?"

"Or is it that you're doing something shady here?"

"So you don't dare let me find out?"

As he said this, Azul's eyes lit up.

Instantly, his immense pressure made it difficult for everyone present to breathe.

Dr. Kael's voice trembled as he said, "No, there's nothing shady here."

The pressure suddenly disappeared.

Azul smiled kindly and said, "Is that so?"

"Then I can rest assured."

"Let's return to the original question."

"What is the Chimera Project?"

"This project must be very important."

"After all, you've already killed for it."

As he spoke, Azul moved his fingers, and a computer screen instantly popped up with multiple windows.

Inside those windows was the entire process of Shal leaving Mike's house and then arriving at Wellis Pharmaceuticals.

Seeing this, Dr. Kael had no way to refute it.

He could only say,

"The Chimera Project is a biological experiment."

"We extract genetic fragments from different organisms and even attempt to integrate them into human genes."

"So that humans can possess certain animal traits to solve health problems."

"For example, we can incorporate lizard genes, allowing disabled individuals to regenerate limbs."

"Or we can integrate naked mole rat genes. Their lifespan is ten times that of other rodents, and their bodies never deteriorate, meaning they don't get cancer."

"Therefore, their genes can be used to try and cure cancer."

Azul spread his hands and said, "So you're actually engaged in such a great endeavor."

He chuckled and narrowed his eyes slightly. "I almost thought this was some secret project authorized by the Department of Defense, secretly researching something against me."

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