I Can Do Whatever I Want

"What the f*ck are you doing?"

After greeting a crowd of media outlets, Homelander flew to the side of the man in white, gritting his teeth as he asked.

"As you can see, I'm saving people."

The man in white said with a smile.

"F*ck! My eyes aren't blind, I know you're saving people, but you need to know that some people can be saved, and some people can't be saved!"

Homelander felt a rage burning within his chest.

"So you think I shouldn't save the people on this plane?"

The man in white raised an eyebrow and asked Homelander.

"Of course not! Not! Not!"

Homelander repeated angrily three times.

"What if I insist on saving them? What can you do to me?"

The man in white smiled brightly upon hearing this.

"I..."

Homelander listened to the man in white, his eyes lighting up with a crimson glow.

"Homelander! The cameras are rolling!"

Queen Maeve looked at Homelander, then at the Free Man, and quickly said.

"I f*cking know! I'll deal with you later!"

Homelander pointed his finger at the man in white's nose and said coldly.

"If you want to fight, I'm ready anytime, even now. I can still beat you even if I'm holding up an island with one hand."

The man in white sneered and said coldly.

"..."

Homelander's face contorted, but he ultimately restrained himself. He flew towards the countless helicopters, putting on a bright smile.

"As you can all see! As long as you have Vought, everyone can be saved safely!"

Homelander took advantage of the Free Man's inability to disengage, constantly performing for the media. He tried to minimize the condemnation from the ignorant masses he had just saved, and the trash talk from the public.

"Homelander, is it true you slept with someone's wife?"

However, what awaited Homelander were not the reporters' praises, but a barrage of questions.

"What?"

Homelander was stunned by the reporters' questions.

"Homelander, is it true you ambushed the mayor of Bar City?"

Another reporter asked with a microphone.

"Huh!?"

This time, Homelander was completely bewildered.

"Homelander, is it true you deliberately crippled people during battle?"

"Homelander, is it true you like to bully the weak?"

"Homelander, is it true you discriminate against all ordinary people?"

Before Homelander could react, the reporters threw out question after question.

"Listen! I don't know where you heard these baseless rumors, but obviously, they are all false! I have always been an upright person."

Homelander's face turned ashen as he vehemently denied everything the reporters said, even though, in reality, every single word they spoke was f*cking true.

"Please don't ask these pointless questions. I believe Homelander is an upright person!"

Sweat beaded on Queen Maeve's forehead. She could feel Homelander's rage beside her. Her face was pale as she sternly admonished the reporters.

In fact, Maeve wasn't genuinely trying to help Homelander. She was afraid he would go on a killing spree right there and wanted to save the reporters.

"You heard that! Don't make the lady angry, or I won't be able to stop her."

Homelander's mood improved considerably when he heard Queen Maeve defending him. He threatened the reporters with a half-joking tone.

"Haha... we were just asking casually..."

The reporters seemed to know when to back off. They didn't press further and waited patiently for something.

"I know people always question whether there are perfect superheroes in this world, but in fact, there are perfect superheroes in this world, like me!"

Homelander flashed a bright smile, believing he had addressed these negative points positively.

"Heh heh..."

The reporters chuckled in unison. They really wanted to shove the solid evidence in Homelander's face right now, but they knew the time wasn't right yet...

Half an hour later...

As the small island, covering an area of three hectares, slowly landed by the coast, the passengers disembarked from the airliner. They stretched their hands towards the sky.

Above them, a figure clad in a white, skin-tight suit with a crimson cape billowed behind him, floated slowly towards the crowd amidst blinding sunlight. The passengers strained to see the man's face, even as their eyes stung in the glare...

"He's a god! A god among men!"

A passenger murmured, gazing at the white figure.

"Hahaha..."

"Thank you, Free Man! Thank you for saving these passengers!"

Homelander flew towards the stranded passengers on the island, flashing his signature smile.

"Demon!"

"Killer!"

"You bastard, your hands are covered in blood!"

"You just said you were going to kill me?"

However, after Homelander appeared, the cheers he expected never came. Instead, he was met with a barrage of curses.

"We had an agreement! I said I would save all of you, and look, Free Man did save you all."

Homelander opened his mouth, attempting to explain.

"Bullshit!"

"I heard what you said! You said you were going to kill us!"

"Reporters, Homelander wasn't planning to save us, he planned to kill us!"

A middle-aged woman from among the passengers stepped forward angrily. She ignored Homelander's explanation, faced the cameras, and shouted.

"F*ck! Uh, I mean, Madam, please calm down!"

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, Homelander's expression instantly changed. He was very protective of his reputation and would absolutely not allow his image to be tarnished.

"Demon! Demon! Demon!"

However, the passengers seemed to have no intention of listening to Homelander's explanation. Led by a few voices, the passengers collectively condemned Homelander.

"F*ck!"

Homelander was still trying to maintain his composure.

"They're crazy! They're a bunch of lunatics, don't listen to them."

Homelander continued to explain to the reporters.

"Homelander, please watch this video..."

A reporter aimed their camera at Homelander and then played a video.

In the video, a bearded man appeared, looking disheveled and haggard.

"Yes, Homelander f*cked my wife! And raped her! I left the organization years ago and have been looking for a chance to bring Homelander to justice, but to no avail. Whether it was the congressman or my superior, they all told me to pretend not to know! F*ck! I'm an FBI agent! I've been working my ass off for Free Nation, but now, the country I'm working my ass off for wants me to let go of a criminal who f*cked my wife right in front of me?! Is there any justice? Is there any law?"

The bearded man was Billy Butcher, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast.

"Listen, Homelander! I don't give a damn how strong you are! I firmly believe justice will prevail! You f*cking son of a b*tch!"

Billy Butcher pointed his finger at the camera lens and gave the international gesture of goodwill.

"And this video..."

The reporter said, playing another video.

"He threatened me..."

The person giving a speech in the video was a middle-aged man who had lost his hair. He was Mayor Stillwell.

"He threatened my entire family!"

"If we didn't obey his orders, he destroyed our plane!"

The mayor spoke with a pained expression.

"Didn't you say the plane crashed and Homelander saved you?"

A reporter asked the mayor.

"No! Homelander didn't save me. Someone else did. Homelander is a beast, a murderer! As for why I used the citizens' money to buy a portrait of a murderer..."

"I admit I'm guilty! But if I didn't do it, I would have died..."

The mayor covered his face, his expression filled with pain.

"Then... why are you speaking out now? Aren't you afraid of Homelander?"

The reporter, holding a microphone, asked the mayor.

"I am! I'm terrified! But I believe justice will win! Freedom will win!"

The mayor shook his head. Of course, he was afraid of Homelander, terrified. But there was something he feared even more than Homelander.

"Freedom..."

The reporter in the video softly repeated the mayor's words, a deep meaning behind them.

"And this video..."

The reporter standing in front of Homelander spoke again, playing another video.

"I am the Deputy Director of the CIA. I have gathered enough evidence to prove that Homelander is a murderer, a killer. Soon, I will bring him to a military court. Whether Superman or an ordinary person, all will be protected and punished by law! No one can escape..."

Susan in the video looked righteous, displaying the spirit a CIA Deputy Director should possess.

"Facing this content, what are your thoughts?"

The video ended there, and the reporter in front of Homelander was still waiting for him to explain. He held his camera up to Homelander's face and asked.

"..."

Homelander was silent. He didn't know what to explain.

"Please, let me make a phone call."

Homelander said with a smile towards the reporter.

"Okay..."

The reporter took out his phone and handed it to Homelander.

"Hello? Is that Starlight?"

Yes, in this moment of despair, Starlight was the first person Homelander reached out to.

"Homelander, what the hell have you done!?"

Starlight's furious voice came through the phone.

"Can you help me fix this?"

Homelander asked in the gentlest voice he could manage.

"Come back first! Prepare to face trial. The company will hire the best lawyers for you..."

As Starlight spoke, a faint baby cry came from Homelander's phone. A sound that would be difficult for ordinary people to hear, it stimulated every nerve and cell in Homelander.

"Screw you! You ** bitch! You don't care about me at all! I don't need you to save me! Lawyers? I don't need lawyers, I am Homelander! I am the strongest, I do whatever I want!"

Homelander roared, clutching the phone in anger.

"Homelander, Homelander, listen, that's not me..."

Before Starlight could finish, Homelander crushed the phone.

"That was my phone..."

The reporter spoke as he watched Homelander crush his phone.

"You want me to replace one for you?! Then I'll replace one for you!"

Homelander sneered. The ropes binding the demon had vanished.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Homelander's eyes instantly burned, and the next second, crimson light tore through the sky.

Homelander's eyes poured out the anger in his heart. He wanted to destroy, to tear apart, everything before him!

"And you guys..."

Homelander turned his head, looking at the passengers on the plane. The next second, beams of light tore apart the island.

This was a slaughter! Countless people, unable to dodge, were torn to shreds by the beams of light shot from Homelander's eyes!

"I am the King of the World!"

Homelander roared. All who defied him would die!

"No! You're not..."

Just as Homelander was venting his rage, a voice from behind him interrupted him.

"Huh!?"

Homelander turned his head in confusion. He wanted to see who dared to be arrogant in front of him at this moment.

Then, Homelander saw a strong man in a white, skin-tight suit with a large 'F' printed on his chest.

"I am the..."

The strong man in white lowered his voice, sneered, and punched Homelander in the face.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, Homelander plummeted into the sea.

Unbeknownst to Homelander, reporters holding cameras were still live-streaming everything unfolding before them.