As Homelander In Multiverse

For a moment, the atmosphere in the laboratory was tense.

Dr. Kael's heart was in his throat, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

His body trembled slightly as he watched Homelander walk past him bit by bit.

Then, his shoulders suddenly sank—Homelander had placed his hand on them.

Next, he heard Homelander chuckle in his ear.

"Just kidding."

"Just kidding."

Homelander patted him lightly on the shoulders, then clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the lab's exit.

"I won't disturb you heroes saving the world."

"Carry on with your work."

"Oh, and I must say—"

"You're doing an excellent job."

"If you ask me, you're the real heroes."

"Unsung heroes."

"The task of making life better and keeping people healthy is in your hands."

"Keep up the good work!"

With a wave of his hand, Homelander walked out of the lab.

A moment later, a roar echoed outside, indicating that Homelander had flown away. Only then did Dr. Kael and his assistants breathe a sigh of relief.

With trembling hands, Kael slumped into a chair, took the glass of water handed to him by an assistant, and drank several cups in a row before finally exhaling in relief.

"Thank goodness."

"That arrogant idiot didn't dig any deeper."

Kael's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"But how did he find this place?"

"Did we make a mistake somewhere?"

"You! Go get Charles. This is all his fault."

"He was too careless, coming back here directly and leading Homelander right to us!"

"Fortunately, he didn't discover anything this time. Otherwise, we'd all be dead!"

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In the sky.

Homelander gazed expressionlessly at the pharmaceutical company below.

"Project Chimera."

"Heh, as if the Department of Defense wouldn't be involved."

"This country is so hypocritical."

"All that talk about virtue and morality."

"Yet behind the scenes, they condone these inhumane experiments."

"As expected, the brighter the light, the darker the shadows."

"Well, whatever."

"Looks like the 'Mutant Crisis' disaster events are going to be triggered at Wellis Pharmaceuticals."

"So be it. I'll spare your miserable lives."

"That way, I can handle the 'Mutant Crisis' series of disaster events."

He chuckled and scanned the floating information on his retinas.

[You have successfully resolved this incident.]

[Disaster level assessment: E+]

['Successful' evaluation reward: Dim Proficiency Essence *39]

[Your shop has been updated with new items.]

Ignoring the shop update, Homelander shot off into the distance and vanished into the horizon.

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Elsewhere.

"What was that just now?"

"Some superpowered bastard flying past?"

Bearded Butcher glanced out the window. He was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Stormfront, who was driving, asked, "Where are we going, exactly?"

Butcher lowered his sunglasses, revealing his eyes. "To see an old friend."

"There's something I need her help with."

Stormfront scoffed, "You'd better tell me what you're up to."

"Otherwise, you're on your own. Count me out."

Butcher propped his feet up on the dashboard and said, "It's Frenchie and Mother's Milk."

"You contacted them?" Stormfront immediately pulled over and threw up her hands. "I thought we were in this together, and now I find out you reached out to your team without telling me?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?"

Butcher chuckled. "Look, here's the thing."

"That caped prick is called Homelander, not God."

"So I reckon there's no way he knows what we're doing."

"Otherwise, he'd have shown up in a flash and laser-eyed us to death by now."

Stormfront smirked. "You're right, he's not God."

"But Vought's tech is no joke. The moment you contacted your lovely teammates, you might've already been monitored."

Butcher shook his head. "I've dealt with them for years. I know how to handle this."

"If I were already exposed, do you think we'd still be driving around so carefree?"

Stormfront clicked her tongue, restarted the engine, and asked, "So what do your friends want?"

"They want to clear their names and stop being fugitives. They just want a normal life." Butcher didn't hide anything.

Stormfront laughed. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Helping two escaped convicts wipe their records clean."

"Mate, that's a prison break."

"Not shoplifting."

"If you don't know what 'prison break' means, I can explain it to you."

Butcher pushed up his sunglasses. "Technically, they haven't been to prison yet."

"So it's not a prison break."

"But whatever. The person I'm looking for might be able to help."

The car drove out of the city and arrived at a secluded villa.

Butcher stepped out. "Wait here."

"Mm, and if things go south, you'll come save me, right?"

Stormfront chewed her gum. "If you're that scared, why not put on that scrap metal of yours?"

Butcher shook his head. "That'd expose my hand."

He waved and walked toward the villa.

Behind the villa, in the woods, he found his target.

Grace Mallory.

She was Butcher's former leader—a colonel.

Years ago, a former member of The Seven, Lamplighter, had murdered Mallory's two grandchildren.

To prevent an all-out war with her, Vought forced Lamplighter to leave The Seven and did a lot behind the scenes to smooth things over.

After that, Mallory, disheartened, chose to retire.

Now, the former colonel was using binoculars to observe something.

Without looking up, she said, "Don't come any closer. Your stench will scare them away."

She didn't say what "them" was.

Putting down the binoculars, she looked at Butcher. "What's this? You selling ice cream now?"

Butcher smirked. "It's a side gig, but I make decent ice cream. Want a taste?"

"I'll pass."

"I'd rather you disappear from my sight." Mallory was blunt.

Butcher forced a grin. "Come on, Colonel. We worked together for years."

Mallory laughed coldly. "Everyone who gets involved with you meets a bad end. Look at me—I lost my grandkids."

Butcher shook his head. "I didn't want that to happen either."

"Sure, you didn't."

"You were too obsessed with Becca. Nothing else mattered to you."

Mallory sneered. "I bet you don't even care if Frenchie and Mother's Milk die, do you?"

Butcher sighed. "That's why I'm here."

"You know they had nothing to do with this."

"But now they're wanted men."

"I was hoping you could help them get their lives back."

Mallory didn't even think before replying, "I'm just a retired old woman. I don't have that kind of power."

"Damn it."

Butcher stepped closer. "Mallory, don't forget—you came to me!"

"You used me first!"

"And I never meant to get your family killed."

"So at the very least, you owe me this."

Mallory studied the bearded man. After a long silence, she said, "Alright, let's change the deal."

"You love making trades."

"How about this: I take down Vought, and in exchange, you help me."

Mallory chuckled. "Jesus, Butcher."

"You still haven't given up."

"You're like a goddamn ghost haunting me."

She sighed, then closed her eyes—and nodded.

Butcher grinned and kissed her cheek. "Love you, boss."

Mallory wiped her face and let out a long sigh.

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