"Behave yourself?!!"
Butcher was especially displeased by Susan Rayner's lecture. He clenched his phone, wishing he could crush it into pieces with his bare hands.
But obviously, no matter how furious he was, having never injected Compound V meant he had no way to break past human limits.
So he gripped the phone tightly and asked unwillingly.
"Just because they changed their operational strategy, I have to cut back my own plans?
You're underestimating the hatred between him and me!"
"No, Butcher, it isn't hatred. It's humiliation, mate!"
Faced with Butcher's hate-filled words, Susan shook her head disdainfully.
"You know, if I didn't know exactly what Homelander had done behind the scenes,
then I'd be just like every ordinary woman, hopelessly in love with him!
Sometimes, you have to admit that your lover might not be so simple..."
"Shut up!!!"
Butcher had gone mad. Truly mad.
Faced with Susan's speculation, Butcher simply threw his phone aside.
The poor phone instantly shattered into pieces all over the floor.
But that was nothing. Butcher was not particularly poor, and he and his team had plenty of ways to make money.
Otherwise, they could never have sustained their long-running investigation into The Seven and Vought Corporation.
The phone was broken. He could just buy a new one!
But at that moment, Butcher sat on the couch, completely drained.
Why?
The phone was broken. He could buy another one.
His wife was gone...
Fuck it!!!
Butcher gritted his teeth, spat lightly, then wearily rolled onto the bed and forced himself to close his eyes and rest as soon as possible.
If he didn't keep up his strength, the endless, grueling investigation would wear him down sooner or later!
Meanwhile, regarding the series of plans proposed by Heisenberg,
Queen Maeve came up with her