[Navigator: Alvin] [Race: Human] [Occupation: Scavenger] [Anchor World: None] [Remaining Energy: 0.1 units] [Remaining Source Power: 0 units] [Anchor World: None] [Time Remaining: 5:00:00]
On the Navigator System's panel, the time left in The Boys' world had dwindled to the final five hours.
Alvin sent the text message he'd prepared to Starlight.
Then, under the pretense of a gift from an anonymous fan, Starlight would pass the agreed-upon time and place to Homelander.
Next, Alvin prepared the contents of a second message and sent it to Butcher.
All he had to do now was wait.
Sitting on the farm, Alvin lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.
He gazed at the distant sky as the dusky sun sank toward the horizon, leaving behind a brilliant golden glow that bathed the fields of wheat outside the farm in a dazzling gold. The sight was breathtaking.
"Beautiful, isn't it? What a shame. I'll be going back soon."
A hint of longing showed in Alvin's eyes. He was filled with deep reluctance to leave.
After all, even a world as shitty as The Boys was far better than the Warhammer Universe!
Rumble!
On the distant horizon, a black speck streaked through the clouds at supersonic speed, smashing them apart and leaving a white trail in its wake.
A piercing sonic boom drew closer, accompanied by a terrifying pressure and imposing presence, heading toward the desolate farm.
"He's finally here."
Alvin stubbed out his cigarette and looked on calmly.
Then he injected a dose of temporary Compound V into his arm.
Black veins bulged from his neck, like hideous, writhing creatures, spreading across his body until they covered his entire face. Then they slowly receded.
A figure strode into the abandoned farm, silhouetted against the glow of the setting sun.
"Interesting. I thought you'd hide like last time."
Homelander narrowed his eyes as he sized Alvin up, his expression darkening and brightening in turn. "You've got guts. I brought the Compound V you wanted."
As he spoke, he waved a vial filled with bright blue liquid in front of Alvin, then said coldly, "Now tell me where my son is."
"Of course. But I need to check it first."
Facing Homelander's icy stare, Alvin showed no fear as he said, "I believe you wouldn't try to fool me with a fake, but we still need to go through the proper steps, right?"
"Hmph. Suit yourself."
Homelander gave a cold laugh and tossed him the vial. "I've got plenty more Compound V like that."
Of course, there was something he left unsaid.
Once he'd gotten what he wanted out of the kid, he'd give the bastard a nice, hot shower with his Heat Vision!
Conscience? Morality? Guilt?
No, no, no. When had Homelander ever had any of those things?
Alvin knew exactly what Homelander was planning, but he didn't panic. He caught the vial of "Compound V" and immediately had the Navigator System inspect it.
[Item detected: Compound V (Permanent)]
[Product of genetic engineering; can alter the inherited human gene sequence and induce superpowers]
[Energy provided: 0 units]
"Well, kid? Had a good look?"
Homelander furrowed his brow, a hint of impatience in his expression. "I don't have time to waste. Tell me where Ryan is!"
Knowing that repeated injections in such a short period could cause unpredictable side effects, Alvin temporarily tucked the permanent Compound V away. Then he looked at Homelander, who was already losing patience. "Do you remember the woman you raped eight years ago?"
"Which one?" Homelander searched his memories, but couldn't immediately recall.
"Rebecca. But it doesn't matter if you don't remember."
Alvin smiled and continued, "After you raped Rebecca, she got pregnant. Then, under Vought's watch, she gave birth to the first naturally born human with superpowers."
"Go on!"
Homelander's breathing grew ragged, his face alight with feverish excitement.
"Then, on Dr. Vogelbaum's orders, the mother and son were hidden in a secret location." Alvin stopped abruptly.
"And then?"
Homelander, left hanging, widened his eyes and waited for the rest.
"Then?"
Alvin shrugged. "Sorry, that's all. I have no idea where Vogelbaum hid them."
"Son of a bitch! Are you screwing with me?"
Homelander hated being lied to more than anything, and his anger surged.
"No, don't get the wrong idea!"
Alvin hurriedly waved his hands as though he were afraid and explained, "To be precise, I'm not screwing with you. I'm just messing with you, Sprayer Boy."
Sp-Sprayer Boy?!
The thread in Homelander's mind seemed to snap.
That nickname dragged up his most painful memories: locked away in a cramped room, where he could only sneak off at night to pleasure himself.
And, just as you'd expect, one of the lab technicians caught him, mocked him, and gave him the nickname "Sprayer Boy."
"What? You forgot?" Alvin looked at the dazed Homelander and kept needling him. "Mati came up with that nickname for you. It suits you perfectly, Sprayer Boy~"
"I'll kill you!!!"
Homelander's eyes bulged, veins standing out across his face.
Vmm!
A scorching red beam of Heat Vision shot from his eyes!
But Alvin had been ready. Layers of Psychic Power formed an invisible barrier, and to make absolutely sure, the field deflection generator was running at full power!
The temperature in the abandoned farm plummeted. A thin layer of frost coated the beams and hay bales!
The unstoppable Heat Vision struck the Psychic Power barrier, sending ripples surging through it!
"So this is what an A-class telekinetic Psyker is like."
Alvin felt the power of his Psychic Power and gained some confidence. "At least in the short term, Homelander's Heat Vision won't break through the Psychic Power barrier."
Rumble!
The Heat Vision, blocked by the Psychic Power barrier, scattered like fireworks in bloom.
Wherever the scorching beam passed, the walls and ceiling of the farm were sliced apart, their broken edges glowing red with residual heat.
Two or three kilometers away, Butcher was lying in wait outside the farm. The moment he saw the streak of red light slash across the sky, he slammed on the gas. "It's Homelander! Let's get over there!"
Meanwhile, Homelander stood stunned inside the farm. He hadn't expected the kid to block his Heat Vision!
"Done already?"
Alvin's eyes glowed blue. He rose three feet off the ground, icy blue flames burning around him. "Then it's my turn!"
His telekinetic power spread, transforming into an invisible hand. It ripped a crossbeam from the farm and hurled it at Homelander!
Boom!
The crossbeam broke the sound barrier, sending waves of air surging outward.
Homelander stared in disbelief as it slammed into him and sent him flying, carving a hundred-meter furrow in the ground before he finally came to a stop!
An impact like that couldn't possibly hurt Homelander, but it had thoroughly humiliated him. Since his debut, when had he ever taken a hit like this?
"Fine! You've really pissed me off now, you bastard!"
Homelander stomped the ground in a fury. The earth for dozens of meters around him rolled as if a dragon were burrowing beneath it.
Boom!
A curtain of dust billowed upward as Homelander broke the sound barrier.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Alvin. He raised his fist and punched without mercy.
The terrifying force of the punch reached Alvin before Homelander's fist did, making him feel as though a mountain were collapsing. Alvin immediately used his telekinesis to pull himself backward.
At the same time, Alvin thrust out a hand toward Homelander and suddenly clenched his fist. "Crush!"
Vmm!
A suffocating force of telekinesis enveloped Homelander from every direction!
The immense pressure threatened to crush him into a lump of flesh, but Homelander only grinned savagely and broke free with sheer strength!
"Kid, I'm going to show you what the difference between us is!"
Homelander sneered and prepared to charge again, ready to beat the bastard into a pulp with his fists.
But right then, a red laser shot toward him. Homelander had no time to react before it knocked him out of the air and sent him crashing straight to the ground.
"Good. You made it just in time."
Alvin, hovering in midair, let out a small sigh of relief and looked toward the arriving Butcher.
"Who are you people?"
Homelander shook his head, staring blankly at the three newcomers.
"Well, if it isn't Homelander!"
Butcher cracked his knuckles and grinned viciously. "And who are we? We're all your fans, of course!"
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