July 2.
3:3.
Inside the Pelican's cabin, six Ghost Agents in Biochemical Power Armor sat motionless near the hatch.
In the seats closer to the cockpit sat William and Serena.
Opposite them sat Billy Butcher, wearing a tattered black trench coat, with a scruffy beard and disheveled hair. The reek of alcohol wafted from him.
"Buuurp~!" Butcher belched, looking disdainful as he said:
"Relax, Mr. Russell. I absolutely won't cause any trouble for your Umbrella. I hate Homelander and Vought, especially that son of a—"
"Right now... I'm just a drunk retired from the SAS. You even helped me get revenge... buurp~! So there's no need to deceive me with the false news that my wife is still alive!"
Just moments ago.
Serena had told him everything about his wife's survival, but Butcher, who had turned into a drunk, refused to believe it.
Seeing this.
William still wore a gentle smile. He waved a hand and said calmly to Butcher:
"Mr. Butcher, whether you believe it or not is up to you. But where do you think we're going now?"
"Hu..." Butcher scratched his scruffy beard with one hand. After pondering for a moment, he looked at William and said skeptically:
"Fine. Let's say Becca's still alive. But for a nobody like me, the boss of Umbrella came to meet me in person..."
"It makes me smell a conspiracy."
"Tell me. What exactly do you need me to do?"
"Straightforward." William got right to the point. "Your wife, Becca Butcher, was forced into having sex with Homelander ten years ago."
"But your wife didn't kill herself. Instead, she became pregnant because of Homelander's beastly behavior, and ordinary abortion methods had no effect on her."
"To abort the child, your wife had no choice but to negotiate with Vought behind your