I Understood Again, Homelander Must Be Shy

Today's actress is the famous Hollywood star, Alexandra Daddario.

The youthful glow had faded from her, and her features now bore the subtle marks of time. Yet, having recently given birth and transitioned into the role of a new mother, she seemed entirely renewed.

Time had not diminished her uniquely stunning features or her voluptuous figure.

Instead, motherhood had softened her sharp, glamorous aura. Just by standing there, a certain charm flowed gently from her every expression and movement.

"Sniff."

Homelander was not quite in the zone for tonight's heroic rescue.

The director in charge of the shoot noticed that after arriving at the scene, their esteemed Homelander had made several glaring mistakes while "saving a celebrity mother from a convenience store robbery."

Since this was not a real rescue, but a semi-realistic simulation, the entire crew heard: "Cut!"

Hearing the director's command through his earpiece, Alexandra immediately dropped her terrified expression and looked down at the stroller she was pushing with a face full of concern.

"Oh, baby, did Mommy wake you?"

"Be a good boy, okay? Mommy will be done with work soon... Oh, are you hungry?"

"Gulp!"

A loud sound of swallowing echoed through the air. The director, who had just hurried over to Homelander's side, asked in surprise, "Homelander, are you hungry too?"

"I am not!"

"Right, right, this... hmm?"

Azu turned his head impatiently. "What is it? Speak!"

"Right, it's like this, Homelander. The plot is that after the robbers rush into the convenience store, Ms. Daddario screams in terror."

"And then, just as she prepares to shield the stroller, you appear... Homelander? Homelander?"

The director followed the gaze of the distracted Homelander, only to be shocked to find that he was actually staring at the Hollywood actress.

That's not right. Didn't my predecessor, who got fired, say that Homelander wasn't interested in women?

He still remembered what his predecessor had told him: "Actually, filming Homelander's heroic deeds is a very simple matter. You just need to capture the whole process perfectly."

"Don't do anything else. You don't need to rack your brains trying to please anyone here, and you don't need to prepare any 'red couches.' If only I hadn't messed up that plane rescue..."

Screw that predecessor. He can go eat dirt!

Was he trying to get me to mess up, too, so he intentionally told me the opposite of Homelander's preferences?

No wonder Homelander usually acts like a saint; it turns out he likes this type!

People are truly wicked.

The director had an epiphany in that instant.

Once he figured it out, he immediately leaned in close to Azu and whispered, "Homelander, actually, Ms. Daddario..."

Azu tilted his head unconsciously.

The director continued, "As far as I know, she and her husband have had many arguments, and there was even one time at an important banquet... Yes, yes, I'm getting to the point."

"The reason she came out to film this rescue scene is simple: she needs the money and the exposure."

"I can ask Ashley to increase her appearance fee, or I can get her some traffic. I guarantee she could be at Vought Tower tonight!"

Snap—

As soon as he finished speaking, Azu's steel-like hand clamped onto the director's throat.

"Ugh... Home... Homelander..."

Azu pulled him closer, staring him down. "You think I want to screw her? Is that what you think? You think I'm that kind of person?"

Three consecutive death-dealing questions made it clear that Azu was truly annoyed.

He was a superhero full of justice, someone who only wanted to drink milk... only wanted to save innocent women. This damn guy actually dared to scheme against him like this.

Who did he take him for?

He deserved to die!

"Hum! Hum... hum..."

Suddenly, just as Azu was about to get angry enough to kill the director, the badge on his chest began to vibrate violently.

Azu's expression changed instantly.

He tossed the director aside, and his eyes once again uncontrollably flicked toward Alexandra, who was preparing to feed...

"Boom—"

A sonic boom shattered the air as Azu shot into the sky.

The shaken director stood stunned on the ground for a long while. It wasn't until Alexandra walked over, looking confused and asking if they were still filming, that he finally snapped back to reality.

"I definitely wasn't wrong. He looked at you again at the very end!"

"What?"

Daddario was puzzled.

The director stomped his foot in excitement, exclaiming, "I understand now! He must have been shy! Why else would he suddenly walk away, and not before glancing at your che—ahem, they are truly magnificent, indeed."

"Director, what, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, these things are perfectly normal! Why is he so uptight? Ah, Ms. Daddario, please come over here, I have some wonderful news to tell you!"

1! 2! 3...

The moment the three-second countdown ended, the roof of the laboratory, hidden three levels underground, was instantly pierced by an external force.

Neither the reinforced concrete supporting the structure nor the layers of thickened alloy steel plates designed to prevent test subjects from escaping could withstand Homelander's descent from the sky!

Amidst the swirling dust, the Stars and Stripes fluttered.

"Son..."

"Ahhh!!!"

"It's really Homelander! Oh my god, I, I'm so excited, sir, I'm your biggest fan, I..."

Jordan, overcome with excitement, failed to notice the forced, standard smile on Homelander's face.

He was restraining himself!

From the moment the long-missed scent of milk stirred his cravings, only for him to find it unattainable, to being slandered by that damned director for his character without cause, his mood was volatile and stifled.

He should have killed the director and ended tonight's rescue mission to return immediately to the home where his fresh milk was stored.

But the moment Ryan's pager went off, he dropped everything and rushed back to his son's side without hesitation.

However, why was Ryan here?

In a place that instantly reminded him of those dark, painful locations he should have destroyed long ago.

A laboratory!

"Sir, I am truly honored to be..."

"Dad!"

Ryan interrupted Jordan's display of adoration.

He worried that if he didn't cut Jordan off, the girl would be reduced to ash in the next second.

Azu had taken three seconds to arrive; even though the distance was shorter than during the Stormfront incident, he was still a second too slow.

Coupled with his current state, something must have happened during his rescue mission.

Could there already be people opposing Homie?

Ryan's mind raced, but it didn't hinder his actions.

He carefully held the canister of virus, walked up to Azu, and said happily, as if seeking praise, "Dad, I've done a heroic deed just like you!"

Azu maintained his restraint, struggling to give his son a smile: "What is it?"

Ryan held the canister out, and just as Azu was about to take it nonchalantly, he heard his son say:

"We found this terrifying virus that can kill all superhumans!"

Azu's hand, halfway extended, froze instantly.

He couldn't control his instinct to pull his hand back, but the moment he made the move, he forced himself to stop.

Because, if he hadn't misheard, this virus capable of killing all superhumans was currently in his lovely son's hands.

"Give, give it to... me, son!"