11.. 10..
As the countdown approached ten seconds, Butcher's right hand started shaking. He knew exactly how much C4 he had buried under the wooden cabin. If Frenchie didn't get out of the blast zone in time… he might never see him again. He was hesitating.
Was he really willing to sacrifice one of his own teammates just to kill a supe?
"Forget it." Hughie shook his head with a serious expression.
"Butcher, I'm warning you. If you hit that detonator, we're done. Frenchie can't die. His life is worth way more than Stormfront's."
Seeing Butcher still refusing to back down, Mother's Milk, furious, pulled out a gun and pressed it to his own head.
"I've fought alongside Frenchie for years, though I wanna beat that smug bastard up sometimes. If he dies, I die too!"
"Mother's Milk, put the gun down! I trust the boss will make the right call."
Hughie rushed over, trying to wrestle the gun away. But he was just a regular salesman. There was no way he could take it from Mother's Milk, a former soldier. Mother's Milk's forehead veins bulged, his bloodshot eyes wide like bells. He stared Butcher down, rage practically pouring out.
3, 2..! Countdown ended!
Butcher closed his eyes and slumped back on the sofa with a carefree smile. "Heeh! Relax, I was just fucking with you. You're right. Frenchie's life is worth way more than that bitch's."
His words instantly eased the suffocating tension in the room.
"Fuck you, you asshole. You nearly gave me a heart attack. I almost pulled the trigger." Mother's Milk cursed with a laugh.
But right then, Butcher's phone on the table rang again. The second he picked up, Frenchie's urgent voice came through. "Kimiko and I are out. Blow it now. Don't let Stormfront escape."
The moment Frenchie spoke,
Butcher shot up from his chair like he had been injected with adrenaline. He asked Frenchie for confirmation while looking at the others with pure joy.
"You sure you're in a safe spot right now?"
"Kimiko's fast. Nothing's going to happen."
"Fuck yeah. That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Butcher barely held back his excitement and slammed the detonator without hesitation!
At the same time,
The wooden cabin had already been completely consumed by flames. Seeing this, Stormfront summoned a strong wind and blew away all the wreckage on the ground. Soon a dark tunnel entrance was exposed to the air.
"A bunch of rats."
Stormfront let out a cold snort, then dove downward.
For some reason, as she got closer to the tunnel, a strong sense of danger crept into her heart.
This feeling had saved her life many times during World War Two. She had asked other veterans about it and found many old soldiers had this strange instinct.
The more times you barely escaped death, the stronger it got.
Although Stormfront didn't believe Butcher and his crew had any way to kill her, she trusted her gut. And as it turned out, her gut was right!
Right as she was about to turn around, BOOM!
the powerful explosives buried underground erupted like a volcano!
The extreme heat, pressure, and high-speed shockwaves from the blast were visible to the naked eye. The exploded ground turned into scorched earth.
Crimson flames shot into the sky, followed by a deafening roar. The blinding fire lit up the quiet night sky and shattered it completely.
Even Frenchie and Kimiko, several kilometers away, felt a wave of heat hit their backs. When they instinctively turned to look, the brilliant flames assaulted their eyes and tears started pouring down uncontrollably.
"Run. That explosion was probably visible from downtown Philadelphia. Butcher's fucking crazy. He buried that much explosives." Frenchie realized the Philadelphia police would be there soon. They needed to get out before the cops showed up.
The abandoned lumber mill on the outskirts was only a few kilometers from the wooden cabin that had just exploded.
Butcher walked over to the window and looked at the massive mushroom cloud of smoke in the distance. He clenched his fists in excitement. The smoke inside was still rolling violently. The explosion had affected a much bigger area than he had expected.
"Is Stormfront dead?"
Hughie stuck his head out the window, voice buzzing with excitement.
"Nobody survives an explosion like that." Butcher turned around, pulled out a few cans of beer he had prepared earlier from under the table, and tossed them to Hughie and Mother's Milk.
"I think we can celebrate early."
"Cheers!"
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"Stormfront…"
In the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel, Homelander stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back with a blank expression, staring at the distant smoke and flames.
On the table behind him were some photos. These were the gift Stormfront had prepared for him.
The first photo showed Stormfront with an old man. The note on the back told Homelander the old man was Vought's founder, Frederick.
It was Frederick who had given the first dose of Compound V, which led to the creation of Vought. That meant Stormfront was the very first supe.
The second photo was Stormfront with an old woman. The white-haired lady was Stormfront's little daughter. Unfortunately she had died from Alzheimer's. The next few photos shocked Homelander even more.
They showed Stormfront with various high-ranking German officials, all hardcore extremists.
From the letters tucked between the photos, Homelander learned Stormfront was born in Berlin in 1919. Her husband, Vought's founder Frederick, was also an extremist. His dying wish was to create millions of super soldiers to help the Nazis conquer the world.
Stormfront had inherited that wish.
But she didn't plan to conquer the world through war. Stormfront's real goal was to use Vought's influence to shape the current and next generation. She wanted to brand Vought's culture deep into everyone's hearts. She wanted to conquer not land, but people's minds.
The so-called cultural hegemony. In her eyes, the best person to lead those "soldiers" was Homelander!
Homelander reached out and stroked the glass like he was stroking his lover's cheek.
He couldn't deny it. He was starting to regret it. Regretting working with Butcher and the others to kill Stormfront…
Homelander closed his eyes in pain. Under his touch, countless terrifying cracks spread across the glass!
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