Chapter 57: Did I Force You to Eat It?
Bang!
"Since you put it that way, I'm not leaving."
After closing the office door, Stormfront Klara walked in with a composed expression.
Afterwards, she grabbed the office chair nearby and sat down, her plump, full buttocks sinking into it like melting cream.
Clara raised her eyes, her gaze scanning Ian, who was wearing a black suit, directly in front of her.
As well as Neuman, who was stark naked and being held by Ian by her fair, round curves.
"I have to say, this is my first time watching an AV in person, and it's between a yellow-skinned person and a high-caste Indian."
Clara rested her chin on her right hand, looking quite interested.
"Although both of these races are despicable enough, it doesn't stop me from watching you perform live here."
As she spoke, she lifted her chin, giving Ian a "you know what I mean" look.
"Hurry up, Ian, I can't wait to see you, this yellow-skinned monkey, conquer her fiercely!"
Upon hearing the term "yellow-skinned monkey," Ianfrowned and turned his gaze toward Stormfront Klara.
She was wearing a black bodysuit specially designed by Vought International, which constricted the two grapes on her chest, revealing alluring curves.
"Tsk, Clara, can you take that damn racial superiority theory out of your head and dump it in the trash can?" Ianretorted.
Clara raised an eyebrow: "Why should I? We Aryans are inherently more noble."
"Look, our IQ is higher than other races, we know how to reasonably utilize the various powers in this World, and..."
She narrowed her eyes, revealing a smug smile, as if she had thought of something very worth bragging about.
"The compound v that allows you to obtain Superpowers... was also created by our Aryan race."
"All signs indicate that our Aryan race is more noble than other races, especially more superior than those damn Jews!"
Although she had been subdued by Ian back in the Brooklyn district.
But in the days since returning to Vought, Stormfront Klarahad gradually been influenced by the racial superiority theory in her mind again.
It was like a drug addict who suddenly stopped using because of something.
Once that thing stopped being in contact with the addict for a long time, the person would relapse.
Therefore.
The reason why Stormfront Klara was acting like this now was...
She needed to be fucked.
Ian's World-class wisdom instantly grasped the cause of Stormfront Klara's current symptoms.
So he released the five fingers holding Neuman's fair, round curves, then sliced through the air and lunged directly at Clara.
"Shit! I told you to perform in front of me, why are you grabbing me again?!"
Seeing the large hand Ian reached out with, Clara's face twitched, and she retreated almost reflexively.
She hadn't forgotten the scene of being ruthlessly humiliated when fighting Ian last time in the Brooklyndistrict.
Although she didn't know why Ian was attacking her now, Clara already had trauma in her mind.
So much so that when she saw Ian attack her, Clara's body subconsciously retreated.
"Perform in front of you?" Ian sneered, stomping his foot hard and charging toward Clara while still holding Neuman.
"Do you really think of yourself as a high and mighty queen?"
"Clara, in my eyes, you are nothing but a bitch I brought back from outside."
"Give you an inch, and you think you can sit at the table to eat?!"
Clara wanted to retreat further, but behind her was already a cold wall.
And Ian had reached her in an instant.
Seeing the large hand about to grab her, even if she continued to retreat and crash through the wall, it would only delay the fate of being caught by Ian.
"Fuck!" Clara cursed, her face instantly turning ferocious.
"Who do you think you are? You damn yellow-skinned monkey, I am the noble Aryan, the first Superhuman in the World!"
As she spoke, she raised her hands, and purple lightning, dense and like little snakes, restless in her hands.
Crackle!
"Even if you possess that kind of powerful ability, you can't make me submit, Ian."
Clara raised her hands, barely blocking the arm Ian reached out with, and said with a trembling voice.
"Why not join me... join me in ruling this World, and... aren't you trying to start a new Superhuman era?"
"With our power, as long as Dr. Vogelbaum develops a stronger compound vi, and creates more powerful Superhumans, this World will be within our grasp!"
Watching Clara struggling to hold on, Ian slowly increased the strength in his hand from 30% to 40%.
"What qualifications do you have to rule this World with me?"
He tilted his head, his fingers slowly touching Clara's fair face.
"First, you are my subordinate; no matter when or where, you must listen to me. You are just a bitch of mine."
"Second... what did you call me just now? Fucking yellow-skinned monkey? You're making me very unhappy!"
Ian's voice suddenly rose, the force in his hand increased again, directly grabbing Clara by the neck and lifting this self-proclaimed noble Aryan white person up.
And on his other side, Neuman, whose neck was tightly gripped, watched the clash between these two powerful Superhumans with horror.
Just now when Ian rushed forward, she was also grabbed by Ian and forced to follow along, feeling like she was on a roller coaster.
Even.
Her naked, plump buttocks felt chilly, as if they were being slapped by something repeatedly.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Clara grabbed Ian's left hand with both of hers, trying to pry his hand away, but unfortunately, Ian's strength was much greater than hers.
Even though Clara used all her strength, Ian's large hand remained motionless.
"Guess?" Ian's mouth curled up slightly, "As a bitch, how dare you humiliate your Master, and... actually try to make your Master perform for you?"
"Clara, if you were me, how would you treat yourself?"
Clara stared intensely at Ian, her gaze fixed on his eyes, seeing herself reflected in his black pupils.
In Ian's eyes, she looked panicked, not like a high and mighty Superhuman, but rather a noble whose dignity was being trampled upon and ruthlessly humiliated.
"I..."
Seeing Clara acting coy, Ian suddenly released his left hand, and Clara instantly slumped to the ground.
What is this situation?
Did Ian let her go?
Clara was filled with suspicion, and at this moment, Ian's voice came from in front of her.
"Look up and eat it, Clara, otherwise... you know my methods."
The words filled with killing intent reached Clara's ears.
She hurriedly looked up and saw Ian, his eyes crackling with electric arcs and flashing a scarlet light.
Gulp!!
Clara swallowed a mouthful of saliva, kneeling on the ground, somewhat hesitant.
Even though she had been fucked like that by Ian before, she was still feeling some shame now.
After all.
She was a noble Aryan, and the other person was just a yellow-skinned monkey.
How could she possibly eat that thing of a yellow-skinned monkey?
"Did you not hear what I said?"
Ian's cold voice came again, making Neuman on the side shiver involuntarily.
"Clara, you better think clearly, I am the strongest Superhuman in this World right now."
"Even if you have grand plans, as long as I don't allow it, your plans will never be implemented."
"With your wisdom, you should know what to do next, right?"
"Besides... I didn't force you to eat it, did I?"
Clara: "..."
This is called not forcing me to eat it?
I have to say, the extent of Ian's shamelessness made even Clara feel outmatched.
But at this moment, under someone else's roof, even though the racial superiority theory was lingering in her mind, Clara could only obediently kneel in front of Ian.
Then.
And began to humiliatingly serve Ian.
Chapter 58: Even Holding Vought International in One Hand, I, Homelander, Remain Invincible in This World.
"Clara, hold Neuman down for me."
"Yes, that's it. This girl is just as unruly as you are. I'm going to make her understand what true Super Strength is!"
Slap, slap, slap!!
"OMG! I can't, I really can't anymore!!" Neuman gasped for breath, her face flushed red.
"Holy shit! Stop, stop right now!"
"Victoria Neuman, this is the punishment for trying to attack me. Take it like a champ!!"
Ian shouted angrily. He instantly activated his super speed and Super Strength, moving like an electric motor, punishing Neuman frantically.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho! I can't, I… I'm going to break."
… A few days later.
Clara and Neuman lay naked in Ian's office.
Neuman's pink tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled back, and her snow-white body lay sprawled on the floor. Her fair, beautiful legs were spread open, and her hands formed V-signs, looking completely worn out.
Clara lay next to Neuman, her face flushed, posing in the same way.
Click!
Ian held up his phone, took a picture of the two, and nodded with satisfaction.
"If this happens again next time, I'll post these photos online."
"Neuman, Clara, you wouldn't want these photos posted online, would you?"
Upon hearing Ian's words, a dazed Neuman and Claracame back to their senses. They could only look at Ian with humiliation, then lowered their arrogant heads.
"Fine… From now on, whatever you say goes."
…
After letting Neuman and Clara put on their clothes and leave the CEO's office, Ian changed into a suit, took the elevator, and arrived at the B3 underground experimental level.
Previously, Dr. Vogelbaum had successfully created a flying Lab mouse in a preliminary clinical trial.
That Lab mouse was still locked in Ian's office.
Now, Dr. Vogelbaum said that human experiments had been validated, and gene editing could currently grant superhumans the ability of Flight.
So Ian left his office and went to the laboratory to find Dr.Vogelbaum to undergo the gene-editing enhancement.
As long as the shortcoming of Flight was addressed, Ianwould be able to fly in the sky and fire his Cyclops wildly.
He would be nothing short of a terrifying space-based weapon!
Vought Tower, B3 underground level, Gene Editing Laboratory.
Ian pushed open the blast door of the laboratory and walked in.
Dr. Vogelbaum was hunched over, standing in front of a massive gene sequencer.
He held a data tablet in his hand, his eyes scanning the dense base sequences on the screen.
"Mr. Ian! You're here!"
Dr. Vogelbaum quickly looked up, his face full of excitement, and hurried over to Ian in a few strides.
"The gene-editing Flight module has passed all in vitro tests and animal experiments."
"You saw that Lab mouse; a brand-new air sac structure was successfully expressed in its scapula region."
"Combined with skeletal hollowing and directional reinforcement of muscle fibers, it is already capable of hovering and short-distance Flight within the experimental chamber."
"As for the human clinical trials… Ms. Madelyn was initially able to fly, but her body was simply too weak to bear the superhuman genes, so her genetic chain collapsed and she died."
"And now, we just need a suitable carrier, and we can…"
"I am that carrier." Ian interrupted his excited rambling. "Can I take off today, Vogelbaum?"
Dr. Vogelbaum adjusted his glasses and nodded. He tried hard to maintain his composure, but his voice was clearly trembling:
"Of course, Mr. Ian, of course you can take off! Please, follow me."
He led Ian through the main operation area of the laboratory to an isolated cubicle in the deepest part of the lab.
Inside the cubicle was a circular space of about ten square meters.
In the center sat a tilted gene-editing operating table, surrounded by a horseshoe-shaped console.
"Lie down."
Hearing Dr. Vogelbaum's words, Ian nodded, took off his suit, and lay directly on the operating table.
"I must remind you, Mr. Ian, that gene editing involves inserting a brand-new set of genetic fragments that you have never possessed into your DNA sequence."
"I have conducted numerous experiments to ensure that those genes do not trigger a rejection reaction in human genes."
"But one must always account for the 'what-ifs.' Even a surgery with a high success rate is not guaranteed to be 100% successful."
"I know." Ian said calmly, "Without the determination to forge ahead, how could I lead this World toward an era of universal superpowers?"
Seeing his determined expression, Dr. Vogelbaum felt reassured.
"That's good!"
In fact, even if this body of Ian's were to die, his consciousness would simply return to the Marvel Universe.
Regardless of what kind of crisis he encountered in The Boys Universe, it wouldn't affect his safety at all.
"Begin," Ian said.
The doctor took a deep breath and tapped his fingers rapidly on the control panel.
"Mr. Ian… your skin is simply too tough; I need you to…"
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!!
The intense rays tore through his tough, steel-like skin. Iancontrolled his Bio-electricity to maintain his wounds, preventing the cells from healing.
And the gene-editing surgery began to proceed slowly.
…
Meanwhile, Homelander was sitting on the roof of Vought Tower, holding his phone, reading the web novel "Covering the Earth," which had been translated by The Deep.
Ever since returning from China last time, Ian had asked The Deep to translate some web novels for Homelander, attempting to let Homelander develop his abilities by absorbing the wisdom from web novels.
The translated web novels included "Battle Through the Continent," "Soul Land Sky," "Gu Zhenren," and "Covering the Earth," among others.
It had to be said, the appeal of web novels from the ancient Eastern country was truly immense.
Homelander had only been exposed to them for a week, yet he was already captivated by those fantasy Worlds and even more attracted by the characters who stood alone throughout the ages.
However, just as Homelander was immersed in the dark turmoil plot, his super hearing caught a hint of something wrong.
"Hmm?" Homelander put away his phone and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
He saw a man in a pilot's uniform charging toward Vought Tower, braving the firepower of Vought International's security personnel.
"At a time like this, someone actually dares to break into our Vought International?" A faint sneer appeared on Homelander's face.
Father ran Vought International, and as his father's child, Vought International would surely be his in the future.
And now, someone was forcing their way into Vought International; they were challenging him and his father, Ian!
As a son, Homelander naturally had to stop these guys and, by the way, show off in front of his father.
Thus, Homelander put his hands behind his back, imitating the appearance of the Huang Tiandi from the novels, and drifted down slowly, landing in front of Gunpowder.
"Who dares to break into our Vought International?"
"Are you Homelander?" Gunpowder looked up, staring intently at this poser with his hands behind his back and his cape fluttering.
"Of course."
Homelander nodded slightly, his eyes glowing red, his expression cold and stern.
"Even holding Vought International in one hand, I, Homelander, remain invincible in this World."
Gunpowder: "…"
Is this f*cking Homelander? Where did this chuunibyou brat come from?
Chapter 59: Permission to Take Off!
Seeing Homelander wearing his dark blue uniform, draped in a five-starred cape, with his hands behind his back, slowly descending.
And hearing him say something like, "Even if I hold up Vought with one hand, I, Homelander, remain invincible in this World."
Gunpowder's mouth twitched wildly, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.
Since when did this World become so insane?
Isn't this guy, Homelander, just a superhero manufactured by Vought International?
Why does he give off the vibe of a Chinese web novel protagonist?
"Who are you?"
Homelander asked, his eyes glowing with a blinding blood-red light.
But before Gunpowder could answer, Homelander curled his lips into a faint chuckle.
"Never mind, it's not important. Your fate is already sealed anyway, so it doesn't matter whether you say it or not."
"You seem quite arrogant?"
Gunpowder was getting angry too. He had been living in seclusion in New York, perfectly fine, preparing to surprise Little Headliner.
Unexpectedly, Little Headliner had been snatched away by Vought International personnel while at the superhero retirement home.
This caught Gunpowder off guard.
After all, he had been a simp for Little Headliner for decades.
Even though Little Headliner took his gifts without reciprocating his love, Gunpowder still loved her deeply.
This was the perseverance of an old-school simp!
He always believed that as long as enough time passed, Little Headliner would eventually see his sincerity!
"Arrogant? I am arrogant because… I am strong!"
"And being strong means… I have the capital to be arrogant."
Homelander smiled, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the surrounding fully armed security personnel in black tactical gear.
He could clearly see several severely injured security guards lying on the floor in the corner of the hall, coughing up blood.
It seemed that all these security personnel had been gravely injured by the man in front of him.
"You look pretty strong?" Homelander tilted his head, his Laser Vision charging up, "And you actually injured so many of our people?"
"Arrogant guy," Gunpowder said coldly, "Don't think that just because you're the new generation of supes pushed by Vought, I'll be afraid of you."
"Back when I was active, you didn't even exist… Oh right, you were probably just a sperm, weren't you?"
Gunpowder looked Homelander up and down and shook his head repeatedly.
"Weak… truly too weak. You look no different from those troubled chuunibyou teenagers."
"If you were in my era, you would definitely have been beaten to a pulp by Soldier Boy."
If it were the old Homelander, he would have definitely rushed forward frantically upon hearing such a provocation, wanting to prove himself with his strength.
But the current Homelander had been taught by Ian and Ryan to be completely different from before.
So even though Gunpowder provoked him wildly, he remained motionless.
He just stood quietly in place, staring intently at the Gunpowder in front of him with his glowing red laser eyes.
After all, his father, Ian, had once told him that the strong must always remain calm and possess the confidence to handle all things.
Seeing that his provocation had failed to enrage Homelander, Gunpowder looked up at the elevator not far behind Homelander.
Little Headliner had been captured by Vought's people, and her fate was unknown. If he went later, who knows what kind of inhuman abuse Little Headliner might suffer.
Therefore, even if Homelander didn't make a move, he had to attack!
Whoosh!! In almost an instant, Gunpowder launched himself like a cannonball, taking Flight and slamming fiercely towards Homelander.
As one of the first-generation supes, Gunpowder not only possessed the same supersonic Flight ability as Homelander but also had an extremely powerful and terrifying Physical Body.
Whether it was firearms, explosions, cold weapons, or even Soldier Boy's fists, none of them had any effect on him.
When Homelander saw Gunpowder rushing over suddenly, a cold sneer appeared on his face.
"Overestimating yourself!"
As the words fell, his eyes suddenly shot out blazing lasers, instantly piercing the air and striking Gunpowder's body fiercely.
Then… Homelander saw Gunpowder rushing towards him, tanking his lasers like a player using cheats.
Homelander: "…" Who exactly is this guy, and why is his Laser Vision useless against him?
Seeing that Gunpowder was about to rush in for close-quarters combat, Homelander hurriedly retreated and flew outside.
He tried to create distance and kite this guy with his Laser Vision.
Ian had previously specifically taught him that when facing certain enemies, he could fly in the sky and use Laser Vision for long-range attacks.
Homelander had firmly kept this idea in mind, and now he was putting it into practice.
Zzz! Zzz! Zzz! Laser beam after laser beam struck Gunpowder's face.
Although he could withstand the impact and burning of the lasers, he was indeed quite annoyed by this type of attack.
Unfortunately, Homelander's speed was on par with his, and with both of them chasing at full speed, it was basically hard to catch up.
This resulted in Gunpowder being kited by Homelander, and his mentality was slightly cracking.
However, after chasing for a while, Gunpowder suddenly thought of Little Headliner; she was still waiting for him.
If he was late, Little Headliner would definitely suffer more torture.
Thinking of this, Gunpowder turned around and flew towards Vought Tower.
When Homelander saw the other's action, his expression changed instantly.
"Fuck! Your opponent is me!"
He hurriedly accelerated, his eyes releasing blazing crimson beams, shooting fiercely towards Gunpowder.
Thus, the two went from Gunpowder chasing Homelanderto Homelander chasing Gunpowder.
Truly a pair of star-crossed lovers.
… Meanwhile, inside the B3 gene-editing laboratory.
Ian, topless, lay on the operating table, his entire body covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Trillions of nano-scale gene carriers were surging through his blood to every part of his body.
These gene carriers were like a precise surgical unit, locating, cutting, inserting, and recombining within his DNA double helix structure.
Every break and reconnection of the gene chain was accompanied by a sharp pain sufficient to make an ordinary person faint.
But Ian just gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his black pupils.
Painful? Of course it was painful; this agony far exceeded the pain he had suffered when facing that Level 4 Mutantback then.
But Ian enjoyed this pain very much, because every instance of pain meant that his body was becoming stronger!
And as long as his strength grew, he could enjoy life better and would never be disturbed by those damn guys again!
As time passed, Ian could feel his body undergoing changes unimaginable to ordinary people.
His entire body's cells were being renewed under the re-expression of his DNA.
Not only that, but the Bio-electricity within him was also at least a quarter stronger than before.
And when Ian slowly stood up from the operating table… he floated in mid-air.
A hint of excitement gradually appeared in Ian's eyes. Finally… he could finally take Flight too!
Chapter 60: Homelander: Dad, Save Me!
Humans stand upon the earth with their own two feet, yet they have always yearned for the wings of birds, to be able to fly high in the azure sky.
Ian was no exception. Although his Heat Vision was stronger than Homelander's, and his defense and strength were far superior to his dear son, Azu.
But unable to fly... something was still missing.
At this very moment, through the power of technology, Ianhad finally completed the last missing piece of his life.
At this moment, he had finally achieved Perfection!
"He's flying!" Dr. Vogelbaum's face was filled with excitement as he saw Ian floating in mid-air, even more thrilled than if he were the one flying.
"Mr. Ian, you're actually flying! Our gene-editing surgery is a complete and utter success!"
Ian nodded, clenching his fists as he felt his now completely transformed body.
He could feel that with just a single thought, he could instantly repel gravity and soar toward the heavens.
Through the bio-energy field generated by the Bio-electricity in his body, he could control his Flight speed and direction.
This was somewhat similar to how Superman and Homelander flew.
However, Ian had only just acquired the ability to fly and had not tested it yet, so he didn't know where his limits lay.
"Dr. Vogelbaum, stand back. I want to test the limits of my Flight."
Ian raised a hand to stop Dr. Vogelbaum from coming closer and said in a low voice.
"But Mr. Ian, this is an underground laboratory. If you try to fly out, you might crash right through the entire building!"
Dr. Vogelbaum quickly spoke up to stop him. He wasn't worried about Ian getting hurt; after all, Ian's cellular strength was even greater than Homelander's.
But if Ian were to crash upwards from the underground lab, Vought Tower would be completely ruined!
Ian nodded, stroking his chin with his right hand, looking thoughtful.
"You're right. Let's just go to the rooftop and try there."
With that, Ian put on his clothes and led Dr. Vogelbaumtoward the elevator.
However...
Just as they reached the elevator, Ian's acute hearing picked up a commotion outside.
Not only that, but several security guards from the B3 research sector were fully armed, preparing to rush upstairs via the emergency stairs and elevators.
"What's going on?"
Ian stopped the squad leader of the team and asked.
The squad leader stopped immediately and turned to look. Seeing that it was Vought's CEO, he quickly replied:
"President, someone is breaking into our company from the outside, and... Mr. Homelander has already gone over."
Ian:???
I was just having a surgery, and someone is already raiding my base?
With his supreme intellect turning slightly in his mind, he immediately thought of a few possible candidates.
Was it Soldier Boy coming back to reclaim Vought?
Or... was it Gunpowder coming to rescue Little Headliner?
All sorts of doubts flooded Ian's mind, running wild.
"Let's go. Since someone is breaking in, let's go have a look."
Ian nodded slightly as the elevator doors slowly slid open.
"Let's see what in this World... does not belong to us."
...
Boom!!
In the first-floor lobby of Vought Tower, a muffled impact suddenly erupted.
The shockwave carried debris from the marble floor, splashing in all directions.
Homelander's body was like a hit baseball, flying backward and slamming violently into the massive Vought International logo sculpture in the center of the lobby.
Rumble!!
Under the immense impact, a deep dent was smashed directly into the alloy sculpture.
Spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions, centering around the dent.
Gunpowder stood in place, motionless. Although his combat suit had several charred holes burned into it by Laser Vision during the previous scuffle.
Not a single wound could be seen on his skin; Homelander's Laser Vision couldn't pierce his defense at all.
Watching Homelander struggle to stand back up, Gunpowder's face showed a "nothing special" expression as he said in a disappointed tone:
"The leader of Vought's new generation of supes? That's it?"
"Fuck! I am Homelander, and I can do whatever the fuck I want!"
Homelander grit his teeth and suddenly sprang up from the ground, the crimson Laser Vision bursting forth from his eyes once more.
The terrifying Laser Vision unleashed in his fury was far thicker, brighter, and hotter than before!!
At this instant, the air in the entire lobby seemed to burn, and then the Laser Vision slammed heavily into Gunpowder's chest.
However...
Gunpowder remained completely unmoved, standing in place as he raised his hand to block Homelander's Laser Vision.
"I told you, in front of me, your Laser Vision is nothing more than..."
Whoosh!!
Before he could finish, a small figure suddenly lunged forward.
"Don't hurt my dad!"
It was Ryan!
Caught off guard, Gunpowder was slammed hard against the wall by Ryan, collapsing the wall and sending rubble flying.
"Shit!"
Enraged, Gunpowder raised his hand and flung Ryan away with all his might.
Almost instantly, Ryan's body flew backward like a kite caught in a gale.
He tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily into the wall in the corner of the lobby.
"Ryan!"
Homelander felt as if something was erupting in his chest.
Ryan was his son, and his son was being struck so brutally right now!
Anger burned like fire in his chest. Homelander kicked off the ground with sudden force, rushing toward Ryan like a fired cannonball.
But someone was even faster.
A blurry shadow flashed across the lobby.
In less than 0.3 seconds, A-Train crossed the entire lobby, scooped up the unconscious Ryan, and left the lobby.
Seeing this, Homelander turned his head, his gaze falling upon Gunpowder like a Beast suppressing its fury.
Red light gathered frantically deep in his pupils, growing brighter and more piercing, as if to paint the entire lobby red.
His lips trembled, and his teeth ground together as he squeezed out a few words from between them.
"You... dare... touch... my... son?!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Homelander's Laser Vision blasted out, and he lunged forward at the same time.
But Gunpowder was, after all, a former American soldier. Facing Homelander's furious charge, he delivered a short, vicious hook, striking Homelander hard in the liver.
Homelander let out a muffled groan, his body doubling over involuntarily.
But he didn't retreat. Enduring the sharp pain from his liver, he raised his left elbow and slammed it hard toward Gunpowder's chest.
Gunpowder raised his right arm to block. Their forearms collided in mid-air, producing a dull, heavy boom.
Bang!
A terrifying shockwave erupted outward with the two of them as the center, blowing away all the shattered glass and tile fragments scattered on the ground.
Immediately after...
Using the momentum of the block, Gunpowder grabbed Homelander's wrist, spun his body, and channeled power from his waist.
With a textbook judo hip throw, he slammed Homelanderover.
Bang!
Homelander crashed heavily onto the ground. Gunpowderpinned him down, pressing his left knee against Homelander's chest.
He raised his right fist high, suspended in the air like a guillotine about to drop.
At this very moment, A-Train had just delivered Ryan to safety, while Queen Maeve, Clara, Starlight, and The Deep rushed in from the outside.
They then witnessed Gunpowder raising his fist, aiming it at Homelander's neck.
Gunpowder looked up, his calm gaze sweeping over everyone present as he said expressionlessly:
"Hand over Little Headliner, or... I will kill him."
Maeve, Clara, Starlight, and the others whispered among themselves, wanting to rush forward together to pin down this first-generation supe.
And just then—
Ding!
The elevator doors slowly slid open.
Seeing the figure floating inside the elevator, Homelanderwas momentarily stunned before quickly shouting:
"Dad, save me!"
As his voice fell, a beam of light as thick as a forearm and reaching hundreds of thousands of degrees shot out instantly!
Chapter 61: Gunpowder: Impossible, Absolutely Impossible!
Sizzle!!
A terrifyingly high-temperature beam of hundreds of thousands of degrees instantly shot into Gunpowder's shoulder.
Pfft!!
Flesh and blood were instantly pierced through, and the surging blood was immediately vaporized by the terrifyingly high temperature, with even some of the internal muscle tissue turning directly into charcoal.
Feeling such intense pain, Gunpowder hurriedly rolled off of Homelander to the side.
He then scrambled to his feet, looking toward the elevator with a face full of vigilance.
The burning pain in his shoulder continued to stimulate Gunpowder's nerves.
This felt somewhat unbelievable to him.
After all,
as a first-generation Superhuman, Gunpowder's defense was virtually invincible.
Not only did firearms have absolutely no effect on him, but even when Soldier Boy's fists smashed into him, the only one who felt pain was Soldier Boy himself.
Yet this guy who suddenly appeared had pierced through his body the moment he fired that terrifying beam.
It was as if in front of this man, Gunpowder's invincibly defensive body had become as fragile as tofu.
This was truly difficult to comprehend.
Who on earth was this guy in front of him?
Why did he possess this kind of... terrifying strength that far surpassed Homelander and even reigned supreme over first-generation Superhumans?
Thinking of this, Gunpowder took a deep breath and asked with a solemn expression:
"Who are you?"
The tall figure nodded slightly, walking out of the elevator in an unhurried manner.
Flickering arcs of electricity danced in his eyes, and a crimson glow, far thicker and brighter than Homelander's, gripped everyone's hearts.
"I am the new CEO of Vought, the leader of the Superhuman era."
Ian raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gunpowder in front of him and Homelander, who was lying on the ground, somewhat severely injured.
As expected, when facing a veteran first-generation superhero like Gunpowder, Homelander's lack of training and subsequent shortcomings were instantly laid bare.
Perhaps in the future, he really should have Homelanderand the other Superhumans under his command undergo some special training.
Otherwise, it wouldn't do if these subordinates lacked sufficient strength when sent out to work.
"Are you Gunpowder?" Ian spoke.
"You guys were the ones who told me to come. What, now you're pretending not to know me?"
Gunpowder sneered, speaking toughly as if Ian's scorching beam from earlier had absolutely no effect on him.
But in reality...
He was faking it.
The wound on his shoulder hurt like hell and would likely be difficult to recover from in the short term.
If Private Angel were here, Gunpowder would probably be able to use his ability to quickly recover from his injuries.
But now... he couldn't recover and was at a disadvantage.
But Gunpowder was, after all, a regular soldier who had been to the battlefield.
Even at a disadvantage, he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself like Homelander, a baby raised in a greenhouse.
"So, did you bring the original compound v?"
Ian asked expressionlessly.
"If you didn't bring the original compound v... I don't think you'll be able to take Little Headliner with you."
"Do you think a former American soldier like me would carry something like this around with him casually?" Gunpowder snorted.
"Then I'll just have to capture you and squeeze the location of the original compound v out of you."
The moment he finished speaking, Ian's eyes lit up instantly, releasing his terrifying Laser Vision once again.
But Gunpowder had already anticipated this. With all his muscles tensed, he immediately soared into the sky, flying toward the outside of Vought Tower.
According to the information he had, in Vought International, apart from Homelander, Queen Maeve, Starlight, and that Stormfront, there was no one else who was capable of Flight.
Surely, this new Vought CEO was no exception... right?
Boom!!
A terrifying sonic boom suddenly echoed from behind.
Gunpowder couldn't help but look back, and then he saw a scene he had never witnessed in his entire life—
He saw a blurry dark shadow tearing through the airflow, closing in on him at an incredible speed.
Gunpowder's pupils contracted violently for an instant.
This guy... the new Vought CEO could actually fly?
And looking at this speed... it was even faster than him!!
How the fuck is this possible?!
"Damn it! This guy can actually fly... What should I do? What on earth should I do?"
Gunpowder zipped past the surrounding streets, his heart filled with extreme anxiety.
From the moment he first laid eyes on Ian, Gunpowderknew that he very likely couldn't beat him.
After all,
he knew exactly how strong his defense was, yet the other party's beam had instantly severely injured him—this was simply unscientific!
But if he couldn't escape, what would happen to Little Headliner?
Gunpowder looked up, his gaze quickly sweeping over the surrounding environment.
Ahead was the dense cluster of skyscrapers in Midtown Manhattan, with the afternoon sun reflecting off the glass curtain walls, spreading a patch of blinding glare before his eyes.
He could clearly see the ordinary people inside the buildings, drinking coffee and laughing as they talked about work.
"If I fly in a straight line, I'll be caught in no time. I can only rely on changing directions and the terrain to shake this guy off."
Gunpowder thought to himself.
He could only weave through the buildings, using the structures as cover to lose Ian.
Otherwise, not only would he fail to rescue Little Headliner, but he would also end up getting himself captured.
"What a miscalculation. I didn't expect Vought to have such a powerful Superhuman."
Gunpowder changed direction, his heart sinking.
He had originally thought that Homelander was the absolute ceiling of combat power in Vought International.
Yet he never expected that there would actually be a new president who was even stronger than Homelander.
During his time in seclusion, what on earth had happened to Vought?
Sizzle!!
Just as his mind was wandering, a crimson beam instantly shot through his intact right shoulder.
Pain coursed through his right arm like an electric current, and hit by this sudden attack, Gunpowder plunged directly onto the street at high speed.
The concrete ground was torn open as if by a giant hand, and Gunpowder, like a cannonball, crashed down, crushing four or five ordinary pedestrians to death.
He then crashed through a moving taxi and slammed heavily into the interior of a building.
Pedestrians all around scattered and fled, some screaming frantically, but even more pulled out their phones to open social media platforms and start livestreaming.
After all,
the hype of a Superhuman battle was a great opportunity for them to rake in money.
And once they made money, it meant they would no longer have to hover on the brink of survival in America.
Ian slowly landed in front of Gunpowder, his figure blocking the afternoon sun and casting a long shadow that enveloped Gunpowder lying on the ground.
Gunpowder grit his teeth and kicked off the ground with his left leg, which could still exert force, springing violently out of the crater.
Right after, he clenched his right fist and, channeling all the strength in his body, smashed it toward Ian's face.
This punch exploded with a sharp sonic boom in the air, and its terrifying force was more than enough to punch through a tank.
Gunpowder refused to believe that this man's defense was still that freakish.
Even if he couldn't win, he was going to knock out a few of the guy's teeth!
However,
facing Gunpowder's fist, Ian merely casually extended a single index finger.
Bang!
The index finger directly blocked Gunpowder's fist, and a terrifying gale blew out in all directions, dispersing the surrounding dust.
Gunpowder: "..."
How the fuck is this possible?
How could such a powerful Superhuman exist in this World?!
This isn't scientific at all!
Chapter 62: No, Not That Kind of Thing!
"Weak."
Ian shook his head, his Face filled with disappointment.
"You are simply too weak. You're so weak that I can't even muster the desire to fight."
"Is this the original Superhuman? It seems... like nothing special?"
Refusing to give up, Gunpowder suddenly raised his right leg, instantly breaking the sound barrier as he kicked directly at Ian's head.
However.
Ian stood there completely motionless, taking Gunpowder's attack head-on, completely unfazed as if nothing had happened.
"Shit! That's impossible!" Gunpowder was utterly horrified.
"Nothing is impossible!"
Ian clenched his right hand into a fist, striking out with a force that broke the air, punching Gunpowder hard in the abdomen.
A terrifying force erupted. Gunpowder felt a sudden, sharp pain in his abdomen, his vision went black, and he collapsed.
...
"How is it? How's the battle going?!"
The Deep and A-Train stood by the side of the street, looking at the smoke-filled building, hearing sonic booms echoing from within.
Homelander hovered beside the two, his bleeding nose already stuffed with toilet paper.
With his super vision, he could see through the smoke and peer inside.
"Who won?" Queen Maeve asked as she rushed over.
"The result is obvious," Homelander said. "My father won."
He knew that when his father took action, no one in this World could stand in his way.
After all.
Ian was his father.
Homelander's father had to be the most powerful existence in the World!
"Then I'll have to work hard to make you call me mom," Maeve joked.
Homelander: "..."
That joke wasn't funny at all.
...
"Is he still refusing to tell us the whereabouts of the original compound v?"
Outside the interrogation room corridor on the B2 basement level.
Ian had already changed into a black suit. Standing outside the door, he looked through the glass window at Gunpowder sitting inside the interrogation room.
"He refuses to speak," Clara shook her head and sighed.
Although she and Gunpowder were old acquaintances, given his current situation, he certainly wouldn't hand over the original compound v.
After all.
Little Headliner was still in their hands and in danger, so Gunpowder naturally wouldn't hand over the original compound v.
"He won't hand it over even if we threaten him with Little Headliner?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised.
"No," Clara shrugged and said helplessly. "He refuses to hand it over no matter what. There's nothing I can do."
Hearing Clara's words, Ian was surprised.
If he remembered correctly, Gunpowder was supposed to be Little Headliner's simp.
Why was it that even when they threatened this simp with Little Headliner, he still refused to hand over the original compound v?
"I'll go in and beat him up a few times to see if he'll talk then!"
Homelander rubbed his hands together, eager to try. He had been beaten up pretty badly by Gunpowder earlier, making a huge fool of himself.
Now that Gunpowder was in their hands, he definitely had to reclaim his dignity.
Otherwise, where would Homelander's Face go?
"Against this kind of Superhuman, just beating him up is completely useless."
Queen Maeve crossed her arms and spoke quietly from the side.
"Yes," Starlight agreed, nodding as she recalled various files on Gunpowder.
"He has lived for over eighty years and has even been to the battlefield. Against someone like him, mere physical torture is completely useless."
"Uh... I think Mr. Homelander's suggestion makes some sense."
As Homelander's lackey, The Deep stepped forward at the right moment to support Homelander, earning an appreciative glance from Homie.
"Maybe we can beat him twenty-four hours a day to force out the whereabouts of the original compound v."
Hearing their ideas, Clara couldn't help but sneer:
"Beat up Gunpowder? You must be joking, right?"
She swept a contemptuous gaze over all the members of The Seven and said disdainfully:
"As an original Superhuman, Gunpowder's defense is the strongest among everyone."
"Even Homelander couldn't break through his defense, let alone you guys. And how do you plan to beat him?"
"With those weak, pathetic fists of yours?"
"..."
After being scolded by Clara, everyone present looked at each other, staring blankly.
That's right, Gunpowder's defense was so terrifying that they couldn't break through it at all.
So how on earth were they going to get the original compound v out of that guy?
"In that case, we'll have to use some higher-intensity methods."
As the ultimate crossover master known as "Emperor II," Ian's World-shaking wisdom spawned another brilliant little idea.
"Are you going to have someone gang-rape Little Headliner in front of him?"
Clara thought of some plots from Japanese adult movies, an interested expression appearing on her Face as she asked curiously.
Ian gave her a disdainful look and said flatly:
"Clara, I originally thought that after following me, you would be influenced by my World-shaking wisdom, but I didn't expect you to still be like this."
"How could such a cliché method break Gunpowder's mental defenses?"
"Then what do you plan to do?" Clara asked curiously.
Homelander, Queen Maeve, Starlight, and The Deep also showed curious expressions, wanting to hear Ian's plan.
"That would be, of course..."
Ian nodded slightly, paused, and then continued.
"Find a few burly men to gang-rape Gunpowder right in front of Little Headliner."
Hearing Ian's brilliant idea, everyone present stared with wide, clear eyes, feeling as if their worldviews had been violently shattered.
Oh no, this was contamination from the Warp!
...
The iron door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and four muscular Black men walked in, with Ian following behind them.
Seeing the four Black men, Gunpowder couldn't help but sneer, throwing a provocative look at Ian.
"What kind of trick are you pulling now? In our era, Black people belonged in the fields; they were the lowest class."
"Do you think bringing in four Black men will make me submit? You're seriously underestimating the willpower of an American soldier."
Hearing this familiar line, Ian grinned slightly, a faint smile appearing on his Face.
"Is that so? The last American soldier who told me that... has long since confessed."
"Don't compare me to others, I'm different from everyone else." Gunpowder turned his head away dismissively.
"Really?" The smile on Ian's Face grew wider. "Then I hope you can hold out."
"Bring her in."
Ian clapped his hands, and two security guards immediately pushed in the handcuffed Little Headliner.
Seeing Little Headliner being forced into a chair in front of him while the four muscular Black men surrounded them,
a terrible premonition suddenly welled up in Gunpowder's heart.
No, not that kind of thing... please, no!
"What... what are you doing?" He couldn't help but swallow hard, asking Ian, "Do you want them to do it in front of..."
However.
"That's right. I'm going to have them take turns gang-raping you right in front of Little Headliner."
Gunpowder:???
What's that supposed to mean?
I thought you were going to have them gang-rape Little Headliner in front of me!
So you're gang-raping me instead?!
Wait...
"Didn't you say that as an American soldier, your willpower is top-tier?" Ian shrugged and said casually. "Since you've always loved Little Headliner, I'll let her watch you get gang-raped."
"How about it? Is your simp heart absolutely thrilled right now?"
Gunpowder: "..."
Chapter 63: Riddlers Get Out of The Boys!
Little Headliner was pinned to the chair, completely unable to move.
She had originally thought that being taken out by these people would surely result in inhumane torture.
After all.
Vought International never did good deeds, and that new CEO was the absolute worst of the worst.
So, on the way here, she had already mentally prepared herself.
As a result, she never expected that Ian would actually let her sit here and watch four burly Black men prepare to take turns having their way with Gunpowder.
This left Little Headliner completely baffled.
When Gunpowder saw the lewd smiles on the faces of those four Black men, his sphincter tightened involuntarily.
"Wait... is there some kind of misunderstanding?" He hurriedly raised his hand to stop them.
"Aren't you looking for the original compound v? I know where it is!"
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow. "Are you finally willing to talk?"
Gunpowder nodded repeatedly: "Of course!"
Nonsense. If he didn't say it now, he would really be violated by these lunatics right in front of Little Headliner.
The mere thought of his goddess, Little Headliner, sitting in front of him and watching him being violated made Gunpowder want to die.
"In that case, tell them the location."
Ian had Homelander bring Clara and the others in, then had Gunpowder explain the situation to them.
Seeing that Gunpowder actually chose to hand over the compound v, the look in Homelander's eyes when he looked at Ian was full of admiration.
As expected of his father; he was simply better than everyone else.
After getting the location of the original compound v stock solution from Gunpowder, Homelander took the others and rushed over.
At this very moment, the internet had exploded.
The videos of Homelander fighting Gunpowder, and Ianfighting Gunpowder, were spreading like a virus all over the internet.
The office of the American Minister of Defense was in the E-Ring of the Pentagon.
"At 3:17 this afternoon, a battle between Superhumans took place in the block outside Vought Tower."
Nicholas, the American Minister of Defense with graying hair but dark skin, sat in his chair, slowly raised his head, and swept his cloudy eyes over the people from the CIA, FBI, and the Military present.
"The two sides involved were the current CEO of Vought International, Ian, and a sensitive Superhuman—Gunpowder."
"According to the intelligence we currently have, he was a member of the original Superhuman team during World War II, and his real name has been deleted from all official records."
"The entire battle was captured by at least forty-seven bystanders' mobile phones, twelve traffic surveillance cameras, and two news helicopters."
"After the videos were uploaded to YouTube, they surpassed 100 million views within forty minutes and became the number one trending topic on Twitter, causing a global sensation."
He paused, fixed his gaze on Soldier Boy and Hughie, and spoke slowly:
"The public protests outside are very loud right now, and the President's stance is..."
"Since all Superhumans are created by compound v, these Superhumans must be constrained by legislation or our armed forces."
"Furthermore... the people at Vought International have violated American criminal law; they actually used living people for experiments. It is truly heinous."
As a seasoned politician, although Nicholas knew that using living people or corpses for experiments was not uncommon in America.
But Vought was the only one that had been exposed, which was really going too far.
Susan heard this, nodded, and agreed: "You are absolutely correct. Vought's new CEO is indeed ambitious."
Having said that, she took out a document she had prepared, flipped through the intelligence on it, and continued.
"According to the intelligence we currently have, after Iantook over as CEO of Vought International, he carried out a massive purge within Vought in a very short period."
"Former CEO Stan Edgar is missing, and members of The Seven, Black Noir and Lamplighter, are confirmed dead."
"Queen Maeve, The Deep, A-Train, and Starlight have been co-opted, and Homelander even publicly calls him 'Father'."
"Not only that, he also restarted Vought International's long-dormant gene editing project and began developing a new type of Superpower chemical agent called 'compound vi'."
"compound vi?" Soldier Boy asked in surprise. "You guys didn't make these words up, did you?"
A few days ago, he had just returned to America from Russia with Hughie, and with the help of Hughie and the CIA, he had settled his old scores with Payback.
After that, Soldier Boy promised Hughie that he would work with him to take down his old employer, Vought.
Of course, because he was charged with treason, everyone present looked at him with vigilance.
"They weren't made up."
Susan shook her head and said with a solemn expression.
"That new CEO of Vought International is a madman. Tek Knight couldn't stand his atrocities, so he handed over the internal secret documents to us."
"That Asian man named Ian really wants to develop a Superhuman agent stronger than any compound v!"
"So how should we proceed?" someone asked.
Minister of Defense Nicholas said sternly: "Among all our existing weapons, apart from chemical weapons, nothing can deal with those extremely powerful Superhumans..."
Soldier Boy stood to the side, staring intently at the tablet screen on the table, watching the battle video between his old friend Gunpowder and Vought's new CEO.
"Holy crab... has this World really come to this?"
He raised his head, glanced at the Minister of Defense's skin color, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Fuck, even a Black man can be Minister of Defense; this World is truly crazy."
And...
Soldier Boy fixed his gaze on a poster in the corner. In the poster was a woman wearing a black tight-fitting uniform, with a beautiful, fair face.
The person so familiar that she haunted Soldier Boy's dreams was still alive, and... she was still at Vought!
Soldier Boy felt a slight ripple in his heart, remembering some past events.
Clara, is it really you?
"So our current goal is to go to Godolkin University and intercept the Superhuman virus currently under development?" Susan asked in a low voice.
"Of course." Nicholas nodded. "It's the only way for now. After all... we can't conduct a nuclear strike in New York, unless we lure them somewhere else."
"No need for so much trouble." Soldier Boy suddenly spoke up, interrupting.
"I just need to find my old friends from back in the day and call them out. No matter how strong that Ian or Homelander is, all the problems will be solved easily."
"Old friends?" Hughie asked, confused. "Weren't all your old friends already killed by you?"
"Of course not."
Susan turned to look at Soldier Boy, a flash of surprise in her blue eyes, and explained.
"Besides Payback, Soldier Boy once had another original superhero team, am I right?"
"That's right." Soldier Boy nodded.
But Hughie was still confused. After all, he was A-Train's number one fan and wasn't familiar with the original superhero teams.
So, hearing the conversation between these two Riddlers, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and retorted:
"I'm saying, can you stop being such Riddlers? Who are the old teammates you're looking for?"
Soldier Boy paused, and then a look of reminiscence appeared on his face.
"Private Angel, and... Torpedo."