The Woman Walking Toward Me Makes Me Feel So Stirred Up

"Ahhhhh!"

With a distorted expression, Butcher let out a painful roar. As he neared asphyxiation, he felt as though his eyes were being burned blind, and he wanted to close them to deactivate the laser emission.

"Not enough, continue!"

Sensing Butcher's movement, Leon brought his hands together into claws, gripping Butcher's head. His ten fingers dug relentlessly into Butcher's eyelids, forcing him to keep firing until Leon was satisfied.

This brutal scene scared Mother's Milk and Frenchie, who stood off to the side, so badly that they didn't dare move at all. As ordinary humans, they could only watch helplessly and pray that Butcher would be able to hold on.

Finally.

"Wryyyyyyyyyyy!"

Accompanied by an extremely Dio-esque, excited shout, Leon tossed Butcher aside as if he were garbage, and then closed his eyes to brew for 2.5 seconds.

Swoosh--!!!!!

He suddenly tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, and two blazing golden beams shot out instantly. After melting through the ceiling in a flash, they split the clouds in the sky right down the middle.

At this moment.

The midnight gloom was bright at a single glance.

"Shit!"

"He can shoot laser eyes too!"

Frenchie exclaimed, shielding a face-furious Mother's Milk behind him. It seemed they had made a wrong choice--

What was released this time was not simply the "secret weapon" capable of eliminating Homelander;

It was a demon even more terrifying than Homelander!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Butcher, hunched over on the ground, suddenly coughed a couple of times. Seeing this, Frenchie and Mother's Milk hurriedly helped him up and asked with concern, "Butcher, are you all right?"

"Heh, at least I'm not dead yet."

"It's just that my eyes feel like they're blind, yet they feel like they're not..."

As he spoke, Butcher tapped his head. Right now, Mother's Milk and Frenchie in his field of vision looked as though they had been pixelated with mosaics; he could only make out two blurry human figures.

After resting for a short while, Butcher didn't dwell on it. He gave Mother's Milk and Frenchie an "leave everything to me" look, and then walked toward Leon once again without the slightest trace of fear.

Setting aside Butcher's character, he truly lived up to the appraisal that "the hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage," though his "golden spirit" seemed a bit blackened.

"Oi, mate, are you calm now?" Butcher's mouth curved up into that signature evil smile. "You were imprisoned by the Bureau of Superhuman Affairs for decades, and we're the ones who rescued you."

"I think we need to find another place and sit down to talk."

"OK."

"But before that..."

Leon needed a change of clothes, so he reached out toward Butcher once again.

"No way, again?"

Butcher's face was full of speechlessness, except this time he had learned his lesson and didn't put up even a shred of resistance, right up until Leon stripped him down to nothing more than a pair of red briefs.

Off to the side.

"Pfft--"

Frenchie laughed so hard his lips were twitching, yet he didn't dare laugh out loud, using all his might to cover his mouth with his hand.

Although Mother's Milk hated Soldier Boy for killing his family, he had also never seen Butcher in such a pathetic state, and as he turned around, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching upward either.

Before long.

Leon had changed into Butcher's battle-hardened outfit, followed by knocking out Kimiko—who had been biting down on him and refusing to let go—with a single punch, and then tossing her behind him without a care in the world.

Butcher caught her.

As for Mother's Milk and Frenchie, they found a half-dead Hughie amidst the ruins. They found a stretcher and placed the heavily injured Hughie upon it.

"Butcher, he needs medical attention."

Mother's Milk looked at Hughie with eyes full of worried concern.

"I know."

"But we can't fall behind over here."

Glancing at Leon—who was walking out the door without a word of greeting, seemingly intending to leave—Butcher called out for the rest of the Boys to hurry up and follow.

"Wait!"

Just as he walked a couple of steps, Leon raised a hand with a slightly neurotic gesture to signal Butcher and the others to stop.

"What is it?"

Butcher asked.

"Almost forgot."

Leon turned around to look at Butcher.

Swoosh--

He shot him away with a direct eye-laser, and then picked up two rifles from the ground, aiming them at Mother's Milk and Frenchie and going rat-a-tat-tat until he emptied the magazines.

"This is what I forgot--"

Leon whistled, then continued, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a laser for a laser, a bullet for a bullet. Fair, isn't it?"

Butcher's life or death was unknown, while Mother's Milk and Frenchie had each taken a few rounds to their right arms and right thighs.

"Shit!"

"How come the trajectories of both these guns veer to the left?"

"I've received professional training, and when I was fighting Nazi bitches, I clearly hit my targets every single time. It's definitely a problem with these guns, what do you guys think?"

Clenching his palms together, Leon crushed the two left-leaning rifles into a pair of scrap metal, and then looked at Mother's Milk and Frenchie—who were lying on the ground groaning in pain—with a nuclear-level amiable smile.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"It's definitely the guns' fault!"

Frenchie hurriedly nodded to survive.

Off to the side.

Mother's Milk stared at Leon with a face full of fury and hatred. Seeing this, Frenchie inwardly thought it was bad and hurriedly told Mother's Milk to lower his head.

Unwilling as he was, the enemy was strong and they were weak; rushing blindly forward to throw their lives away was completely meaningless.

For the sake of his still-living family, he could only grit his teeth and nod, acquiescing to Leon's sophistical excuse.

"You're accurate, the guns aren't."

"That's more like it~"

With an intensely infectious smile on his face, Leon patted Mother's Milk's shot-up thigh. Even though Mother's Milk was wincing in pain, he could only force a smile back at Leon.

Because Frenchie kept pleading in his ear:

"Mother's Milk, you mustn't act rashly! I haven't lived enough yet. For my sake, for Hughie's sake, for Butcher's sake, and to kill Homelander, you have to hold it in!"

Facts proved.

A laser eye of Butcher's own intensity couldn't kill him in one shot.

Before long.

He was back on his feet in front of Leon, full of vigor and vitality, except his complexion was as dark as a lump of coal: "Are you satisfied now? If there's anything else you're unsatisfied with, we'd better settle it right here and now."

"Let's go."

Leon grinned.

Butcher and the others followed behind, their mental states in a state of high alert the entire time, terrified that Leon would make another move.

Returning to the America that Leon was familiar with, but a different one.

The evil aura on the streets was practically overflowing.

Along the way.

Leon acted just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Touching this, looking at that.

Butcher and the others were nonplussed; after all, in their eyes, Leon's understanding of the world was still stuck decades in the past.

However.

The reality was simply that Leon was curious about the coexistence model between superhumans and ordinary humans, and he had come with a partly learning attitude.

After all, what one saw on television was merely a glimpse of the leopard through a tube, the tip of the iceberg.

Reality was clearly even more fantastical.

"Oh~ my god!"

"Hughie--"

The woman walking toward me makes me feel so stirred up; this feeling I have never...