The Way to Deal With Scum Is to Be More Scummy Than Scum

The next day, Vought International mobilized all its resources to search for that bastard.

But the results were minimal. The IP addresses of each video were inconsistent, clearly indicating the other party had anticipated their reaction. Analyzing the videos yielded no results either.

As it was nearing 24 hours, Homelander grew increasingly agitated and directly stormed into the Information Department.

"Don't tell me you still have no news?"

Homelander's oppressive aura was overwhelming, especially with his unstable emotions, which silenced the entire Information Department.

Finally, under the extremely oppressive atmosphere, someone broke the terrifying killing intent permeating the office.

"Found, found him!"

Aisha from the Information Department, terrified, stammered, "It's, it's The Invisible Man's signal, seventy kilometers south, in an abandoned factory."

"Very good. Do not tell anyone about this."

Homelander glanced at Aisha, raised his hand to stroke her head, looked around the entire Information Department, and said with a chilling voice, "Otherwise, I will make you understand the consequences!"

"Yes, yes, I, I won't tell anyone."

Aisha repeatedly assured him in terror that she absolutely would not tell anyone.

Under Homelander's oppressive gaze, the other employees of the Information Department nodded in agreement with the madman.

Then, Homelander strode out of the Information Department, his gaze ominously fixed on the CEO's office: "No one can control me, no one, including you, Madelyn!"

Without informing anyone, Homelander flew directly into the sky, dragging a piercing sonic boom, and disappeared into the clouds.

Seventy kilometers was a short distance for Homelander.

Looking down at the abandoned factory area from high above, Homelander turned into a meteor, his physical body descending from the sky and smashing through the ceiling.

BOOM!

The shockwave from the impact directly demolished the factory.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Homelander, like a god, walked through the ruins towards the depths: "You wanted to see me? I'm here. Where are you? Come out quickly."

He tried to use his X-ray vision to search, but the zinc alloy in many parts of the factory blocked his sight.

Suddenly, a puppet riding a bicycle appeared unsteadily from a corner.

"Hello, John, I want to play a game with you."

The familiar line instantly sent Homelander into a rage, his eyes flashing with terrifying red light.

"Oh, calm down, John,"

The puppet's lower lip moved back and forth, emitting a mechanical voice: "I don't recommend you burn it with your heat vision, or I can't guarantee what will be in the next video."

The terrifying red light in Homelander's eyes actually slowly receded. He forcibly suppressed his anger: "Who exactly are you?"

"I am a businessman, John."

The puppet rode its bicycle directly in front of him: "I happen to know some secrets, like you, John, and like Vought International and Compound V."

Those blood-red eyes stared directly at Homelander, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had been seen through.

"Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing."

Homelander completely dropped his pretense, his eyes fierce and vicious: "If you dare to say anything, I swear I will find you, tear off your limbs, and let you die slowly while screaming in pain!"

"So scary, I'm just a puppet."

The puppet shook its head, seemingly genuinely scared, but then continued, "What would the public's reaction be if they knew that you are not a born hero at all, nor blessed by the so-called God, but a monster created by Vought International with Compound V?"

"You dare!"

Homelander's eyes turned red again, veins bulging on his face, and he roared ferociously.

If this were to be revealed, his fan support… he couldn't even imagine. Just thinking about it made him feel like the sky was falling.

He needed to be recognized, to enjoy the adoration. Losing these would be like losing everything!

Therefore, he could not lose them!

"Wow, so scary, it's Homelander's signature skill, heat vision!"

The puppet rode its bicycle backward a few steps, tilting its head and saying, "How about we make a deal, John? A mutually beneficial deal, what do you say?"

"What deal?" Homelander's red eyes dissipated, and his tone turned cold.

Although he was impulsive, he wasn't stupid. He immediately guessed that this was the other party's true goal.

"It's very simple. I need a permanent supply of Compound V."

The puppet stated directly: "In exchange, I will tell you a secret that will interest you."

"So your target is Compound V." Homelander sneered, confident: "What secret could you possibly have that would interest me?"

"Don't you want to know where your son is?"

The puppet said lightly: "Of course, you can find him yourself, but the prerequisite is, will Vought International really tell you?"

What do you call killing two birds with one stone?

This is it!

Thanks to Rebecca, even though I haven't met her, she's been so useful as a tool!

Alvin understood Homelander's personality flaws well; a son with a blood connection would be enough for him to care about.

Of course, even if Homelander went to Vought International to ask for answers, he had a second contingency plan.

As expected.

The information Alvin threw out left Homelander stunned: "My son?"

When did he have a son?

Could it be that Vought International had copied him using his genes behind his back?

"It has nothing to do with Vought. Your son was born naturally and inherited your genes, possessing the same abilities as you from birth." The puppet then dropped another bombshell.

This time, Homelander was completely dazed.

His eyes widened, his expression one of disbelief, as he stared blankly at the puppet. "I, I actually have a son, and he inherited my genes?"

"That's right. His name is Ryan."

Seeing that the time was right, the puppet dropped another bombshell. "In return, I'll give you another piece of information, Vought International's backup plan to prevent you from losing control. Once you cross the line, they can kill you immediately."

Not yet recovered from the shock of having a son, Homelander's head spun again from the new information.

"No, impossible!" Homelander's anger was evident as he roared, "I'm invincible, I can do whatever I want, Vought can't kill me!"

But the only response Homelander received was the puppet's eerie silence.

The puppet's eyes seemed to look at a clown as a chilling chuckle escaped its mouth.

Without any explanation, the silence was the sharpest blade, easily piercing Homelander's confidence and making his expression gradually darken.

"A weapon with immense power will surely have a way to control it."

The puppet, unconcerned with Homelander's mood, continued, "Nuclear bombs are like that, and so are you. Why would you think Vought doesn't have a way to control you?"

"I agree to your deal. It's settled."

Homelander's brow twitched, a vein pulsing across his face. "Compound V, right? That's simple. How do I contact you?"

"You don't need to. I'll contact you."

The puppet rode its bicycle into the shadows.

"Wait, where's The Invisible Man?"

Homelander suddenly remembered his purpose for being here and quickly asked.

"Ah, I almost forgot~"

The puppet stopped, letting out an eerie laugh. "Sorry, that guy was too noisy. He's already been blown to bits."

Hello everyone, I am the Emperor. The empire is corrupt and the people are suffering. Please give me a monthly ticket. When I ascend the Golden Throne, I will grant you the title of Regent!