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223. Chapter 223: [Super Strength, Current Progress 98%]

Meanwhile, in a villa in the New York suburbs, the television hanging on the wall was broadcasting the FBSA's achievements over the past month. Although Xia Shang had no interest in it, he was happy to have it as background noise for his breakfast.

Congresswoman Victoria Neuman sat in a bright, tidy office, giving an interview.

She looked directly at the camera and smiled, "The several malicious Supe assault incidents that occurred some time ago are likely still fresh in many people's memories. According to official statistics, in the past year alone, at least 226 people died directly or indirectly at the hands of Supes. This may only be a small fraction of the true data.

Because the vast majority of people reached private reconciliation with a certain Supe Organization, they were not included in the official statistics.

To prevent and even eliminate similar tragedies from happening again, the FBSA, or Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs, was created. Perhaps many people are unaware of our duties, so I think it's necessary to reiterate them. We are responsible for supervising, managing, and punishing criminal Supes.

Our existence means they can no longer act recklessly and without restraint...

Since the establishment of the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs, we have apprehended over twenty Supe criminals. Some committed malicious assaults, others trafficked drugs, severely threatening public order across the United States.

Under our heavy hand, the increasingly serious Supe crime incidents have been curbed. I am very pleased about this, as it means our management is showing initial results. However, I must emphasize one point: this is just the beginning, not the end. Our focus moving forward will be to establish cooperation with Police Departments in various states. Both sides will work together with all their might to strive for a clear sky for the people of the United States..."

Watching Victoria Neuman speak eloquently on the screen, Xia Shang felt nothing inside. He extended a thin tentacle and picked up the Compound V from the table.

At this moment, the Fusion Progress on the Panel had already reached 98%.

This meant that even without using Compound V, he could completely fuse Super Strength within two days.

During this time, Xia Shang could clearly sense the changes in his strength and had basically mastered his newfound power through training.

Undoubtedly, this power was quite astonishing. Xia Shang had experimented with a four-kilogram iron ball. The result was that the incredibly hard iron ball felt like a ball of non-Newtonian fluid in his hands, allowing him to stretch it long or knead it into a sphere at will.

"The plan to steal Homelander's ability should begin." With the key in hand, the next thing to consider was how to use this key to open the safe that was Homelander.

A slight smile played on Xia Shang's lips as he dialed Stormfront's phone number.

After some adjustments, his voice was almost identical to Billy's.

"Hello, this is Billy Butcher. You should be familiar with that name. I wanted to ask, can that prosthetic limb on your left arm be useful when you're on the restroom?"

On the other side, Stormfront and Homelander were apprehending a robber.

Facing the two Supes' cat-and-mouse pursuit, the panicked robber fled into a deserted alley.

Just when he thought he had escaped the pursuit, a voice suddenly broke his fantasy.

"Oh mate, where do you think you're going?"

Seeing Homelander suddenly appear before him, the robber frantically fled in another direction, only to see Stormfront.

Instinctively, he raised his pistol and aimed it at Stormfront.

Unexpectedly, the moment he raised his hand, his wrist was instantly broken by Stormfront, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

"Shit! My hand! You seem to have broken my hand!" The robber clutched his wrist, backing away repeatedly.

"What are you planning to do with him next?"

Stormfront walked up to Homelander and asked. "Of course, we'll send him to the police department," Homelander replied.

"Right, that's what a hero does. But if you ask me, if we send him to the police department today, he'll be released tomorrow."

"Good point."

The two exchanged a smile.

The robber beside them was still begging Stormfront and Homelander to send him to the hospital, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper was about to descend.

"A lot of the time, they're always taking pictures of everything with their mobile phones, thinking they're vigilantes, but in reality, we are the guardians of this city," Homelander said with a smile, pressing his hand onto the robber's face.

The robber seemed to realize something and quickly said, "Please, please send me to the police department."

"It's precisely because of their existence that devout American values have become corrupted."

"I think you're right."

Stormfront teased Homelander with her hand.

"The Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs, recently established, seems to be stealing our jobs," Stormfront secretly increased her grip.

"Just a bunch of clowns, let them be," Homelander said dismissively, but his annoyed expression betrayed him.

"Tell me, darling, who is the true master of this city?"

Stormfront grabbed fiercely.

Bang! The next second, the robber's head was directly crushed by Homelander! Viscous blood mixed with some yellowish-white fluid splattered onto their faces, yet it didn't affect the mood between them at all.

"I am!"

Soon, the two engaged in fierce combat in the alley covered in graffiti.

Midway, Stormfront pulled out her mobile phone. While being impacted, she pressed the answer key.

"Hello, this is Billy Butcher. You should be familiar with that name. I wanted to ask, can that prosthetic limb on your left arm be useful when you're on the restroom?" Billy's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck you! If you've got the balls, tell me your location! I'll twist your head off and shove it down the toilet!"

Stormfront pushed Homelander away, her face full of rage, wishing she could slice Billy on the other end of the phone into a thousand pieces.

"Don't be angry. According to scientific research, anger accelerates a person's aging speed, especially for ladies of your age."

"Very well. Did you call specifically to try and provoke me? If so, congratulations, you succeeded." Stormfront's fingers were digging into the edge of the mobile phone. Fortunately, the phone was of good quality and maintained a stable call.

"Don't you want to know who was behind the scenes planning all of this that night? Someone wants to use us to eliminate their competitors. So let's guess who that person is. Queen Maeve? Starlight? Or the completely non-competitive Black Noir?"

Listening to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, a hint of doubt flashed in Stormfront's eyes, but then she laughed in extreme anger, "A bunch of The Females who only hide in the Gutter, trying to sow discord in our relationship. I have to say, your move is pathetic, and I won't believe a single word you say."

(End of Chapter)