Hearing this, Homelander's eyes gradually regained their spark, the confusion and fear seeming to be dispelled bit by bit by Madelyn's words.
"Then what should we do? Madelyn, tell me. I'll listen to whatever you say."
Madelyn smiled softly, her smile carrying both control over the situation and a tender response to Homelander's feelings.
"Good. First, go to the Black Ops Division and turn yourself in. Don't worry, we'll arrange everything. Homelander, how could you possibly have committed a crime? You merely made a small mistake by accident."
Her words were filled with the wisdom of twisting black into white and turning danger into safety, as though everything lay within her control.
Homelander nodded. Although he still had doubts, Madelyn's confidence and composure reassured him considerably.
The Black Ops Division, once an obscure organization, had now risen to prominence and gained widespread fame.
Its internal structure had grown increasingly complete, with departments such as logistics, intelligence, and armed operations each performing their duties in perfect order.
The most eye-catching of them all was the elite team composed of superpowered individuals—the Boys.
That day, in the director's office of the Black Ops Division, Chang Wei sat behind his desk, reviewing the latest intelligence reports.
Suddenly, the secretary-general hurried in, his expression grave.
"Director, CIA Deputy Director Susan is here."
There was a trace of nervousness in the secretary-general's voice. After all, an official organization like the CIA was not to be underestimated.
Even though the Black Ops Division was also an official organization and was currently thriving, the CIA had long been famous throughout the world.
Chang Wei was slightly taken aback. Then he set down the document in his hand and smiled calmly.
"Show them in."
The Black Ops Division's recent operations had already drawn attention from many parties,