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Chapter 224: Vought Must Be Crazy! They Completely Disregard Me!

"Is that so? Why don't you ask the person next to you? Perhaps his eyes will tell you the truth."

Before Xia Shang could finish speaking, Homelander snatched the mobile phone from Stormfront's hand, his complexion dark, and said, "I swear to the Virgin Mary, I will pull your head and spine from your body and feed them to the dogs."

"So Homelander is there too. Since that's the case, I'll be waiting to see."

After Xia Shang chuckled lightly, he hung up the phone.

He didn't think a single phone call could turn Stormfront and Homelander against each other, because it wasn't realistic. Unless Stormfront truly valued the arm she lost, but judging by the plot in the source material, Stormfront clearly wouldn't turn on Homelander over an arm. Just as she herself said, Homelander was the treasure they had spent half a century finding, a treasure capable of conquering the world for them.

In the Alley covered in graffiti by Street "artists".

Stormfront and Homelander looked at each other. "A very foolish plan, don't you think?"

"I think we should give them a sufficiently deep lesson." Homelander, filled with anger, gritted his teeth, several clearly visible bulging veins popping out from his neck. The contempt in Xia Shang's tone successfully ignited his anger. Now he just wanted to find Billy and crush Billy's head with his hands.

Soon, the Special Operations Team belonging to Vought International spread out like branches and leaves, and through special channels, located Mother's Milk and the others.

...

In the center of Manhattan, United States, there was a Park that seemed to have been cut out with a ruler. Inside, there were not only several artificial lakes, but also metal signs representing the Vought logo, and Supe statues visible everywhere. As early as half a century ago, this place was named Vought Park, and of course, it was also known as the backyard of all of New York.

"I must be crazy to come to a place like this for vacation." Mother's Milk lay on the neat, soft Lawn, covering his eyes with a sun hat.

When he asked his Daughter where she wanted to go most, he was told it was Vought Park. He could guarantee that his mood at that moment was shattered.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the influence of Supe culture among teenagers throughout the United States.

"Damn it, I swear, I really want to pull out a gun and shoot that guy's bird." Mother's Milk reached up and took off the hat covering his face, looking at the Homelander statue not far away, and couldn't help but complain.

Just as he cast his gaze towards the statue, he saw a suspicious person. Having once been a member of the Special Forces, Mother's Milk immediately sensed that the other party was watching him. This feeling was definitely correct, and there was more than one person.

Mother's Milk subtly observed his surroundings and reached his hand into his pocket, gripping the handle of his Colt.

"Southwest, three hundred meters... Northwest, one hundred fifty meters... Fuck, I'm being watched." Mother's Milk pulled out his mobile phone and asked his wife about her situation. "Take Daughter now and get into the most crowded place. Don't ask why yet, I might be in a bit of trouble, but trust me, I'll solve it quickly."

After hanging up the mobile phone, Mother's Milk began to ponder whether he had provoked any Gangs in recent days.

Because judging by those guys' professionalism, they were clearly not FBI agents.

But since he left the team, he had never dealt with Gangs. They really had no reason to watch him. After all, he wasn't some hip-hop black person nouveau riche with a pink diamond on his forehead and gold teeth.

Mother's Milk subtly walked towards the Restroom.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

The few people responsible for the surveillance realized this was the best time to act, so they followed.

"Who are you? Why are you watching me?" When a suspicious person passed by a large tree, something hard suddenly pressed against his waist.

At this moment, Mother's Milk, hidden behind the tree, lowered his voice with extreme vigilance.

He had to figure out who exactly wanted to attack him.

"Oh buddy, don't misunderstand, I just came here to use the Restroom," a white person wearing a black jacket quickly explained. "Are you sure? Do I look easy to fool?"

Mother's Milk's hand holding the gun pushed forward slightly.

"Believe me, my mood right now is very bad, even terrible. I'll give you three seconds. If you don't speak up, a bullet will mercilessly pass through your kidney. Perhaps you'll have to spend the rest of your life with a urine bag tied to your thigh in your next life." Mother's Milk's tone was cold, as if he would pull the trigger the next second.

Under Mother's Milk's threat, the jacketed man said somewhat flustered, "Buddy, don't get excited, I just thought you were quite rich, so I followed to take a look."

"Heh, you don't really think the patch on my clothes is just for decoration, do you?" Mother's Milk sneered, then took two pistols and four magazines from the other person.

"Really well prepared. Do you need all this stuff to rob a black person? However, I think I already know who sent you."

Mother's Milk pulled out the dagger from the other person's waist and fiercely stabbed it into the back of their right hand. Puchi, the knife tip instantly pierced through the flesh and blood and embedded itself in the tree trunk.

Watching the blood seep from the wound, Mother's Milk grinned sinisterly and said, "If you still don't speak, I'll stab the knife into your neck. I hope you're not the sixth poor wretch to die by my hand like this."

"I'll talk, I'll talk." The jacketed man was in so much pain that cold sweat streamed down.

"My name is Flay, Vought sent me to watch you. That's all I know, I swear to God."

"It really is Vought."

Mother's Milk looked at the jacketed man in front of him, who was constantly groaning softly, and suddenly said, "Pull your tongue back."

"What?"

The jacketed man subconsciously pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Immediately after, Mother's Milk quickly struck his jaw with both hands. With a 'ka' sound, his eyes instantly went black, and he fainted with his head tilted.

"Billy, it's me."

Mother's Milk observed the surrounding situation while dialing Billy's phone number.

Logically speaking, he had now been whitewashed by Mallory and was a legal American citizen. Vought had no right to watch or arrest him at all.

But since Vought did this, there must be a reason for it, otherwise, it wouldn't send people to watch him for no reason.

Based on past experience, it made him have to suspect whether Billy had done something to anger Vought again.

"Don't joke, I haven't crossed paths with Vought recently. Perhaps it just wants revenge for before, who knows."

Billy could guarantee that he really hadn't had any contact with Vought this past month, let alone provoked them.

Although he had to listen to Becca constantly talk about Ryan every day, life was still quite pleasant.

"Anyway, your and your family's current situation isn't good. I will immediately notify Mallory and have her send someone to pick you up."

"Vought must be crazy! They completely disregard me!" Hughie on the sofa, after learning about Mother's Milk's encounter, immediately became furious.

He was a member of the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs, specifically responsible for arresting Supes who caused problems. He could even be compared to the Sword of Damocles hanging over Vought's head. Of course, this was just Hughie's own opinion. In fact, Vought International truly never paid attention to him, this small character.

(End of Chapter)