Maeve Broken

Seeing Butcher seemingly stumped by his own request, Leon was not in a hurry either. After all, haste makes waste, and anyway, there were only a few female Superhuman matching Leon's requirements.

The ones Butcher could currently reach were even fewer.

So Leon had practically almost blurted the name out to Butcher.

It was just that doing so would have been a bit out of character for the persona of "Soldier Boy" he was currently playing; he was, after all, a very dedicated actor.

Clack!

Disengaging the safety of the Desert Eagle, Leon followed the principle of three points in one line, holding the gun with both hands and aiming it at the head of Butcher, who was currently lost in thought.

[Question, would you like to perform today's check-in?]

System, act cute for me.

[Beep, today's check-in is complete. Congratulations to the host for obtaining "Mercy of Gun God Storatass".]

[Mercy of Gun God Storatass: Because your marksmanship is poor and you refuse to improve, you have received the mercy of Gun God Storatass—when you shoot with firearms, your hit rate enters a "Schrödinger's Cat" state; the more you want to hit the target, the more you miss, and the less you want to hit the target, the more you still miss, but your probability of hitting the target is never zero.]

[Description: The Dao of the Gun lies right within.]

Holy shit!

A conceptual divine skill!

Not only did it directly save Leon the trouble of aiming, which he hated the most, but it also directly slapped him with an invincible buff where no matter how he fired, there was a chance to hit the target.

That Gun God Storatass seemed like a pretty nice person; if he ever got the chance, Leon definitely had to make friends with her.

Bang—

The "reward" from his very first check-in after arriving in the The Boys world made Leon eager to pull the trigger.

The target he aimed at was, of course, Butcher, who was closest to him.

The psychological suggestion Leon gave himself was "I really want to hit him," but the actual result he wanted to get was "Do not hit him."

Only a gunshot was heard.

Clearly, the muzzle of Leon's Desert Eagle was almost touching Butcher's forehead, yet the bullet fired miraculously curved, just barely grazing the lobe of Butcher's right ear.

This trajectory correction was so extreme that even Yan Shuangying would have to call it a masterclass.

"!!! "×3

The stinging pain coming from his ear instantly jolted Butcher awake. Mother's Milk in the room was also startled awake by the gunshot-induced stress response, looking toward the doorway in panic and astonishment alongside Frenchie.

Only the heavily injured Hughie lay on the bed without the slightest reaction. The carefree Kimiko smacked her lips, hugging her knees and curling up in the corner of the room, still sleeping soundly.

"What's happening?"

Butcher touched the blood on his earlobe and asked with a dark expression.

"Nothing."

"Just suddenly remembered some things from the past."

Leon nonchalantly stowed the Infinite-Ammo Desert Eagle back into the holster on the right side of his thigh, extremely satisfied with the experimental results.

Since Leon's bullets could curve this outrageously when he actively wanted them to miss, the system's forced hits would probably be even more absurd.

Leon was even thinking about when he had some free time, firing a few nukes toward Thanos's home turf to test the waters; after all, as long as he fired enough, there was bound to be one that made it across.

Never mind the specifics of how it got there, the probability simply wasn't zero.

Just thinking about this made Leon feel exceptionally delighted.

It was simply too much fun~

"Fine."

Seeing that Leon had no further violent impulses, and in order not to provoke him, Butcher had no choice but to swallow his bitter medicine, nursing grievances in his heart without being able to voice them.

At that moment.

Over by the motel stairwell.

A blonde girl in a single ponytail, wrapped tightly from head to toe, wearing a face mask, and with a build as skinny as a skeleton, trotted hurriedly toward the room where the others were staying.

She ignored Leon and Butcher negotiating at the door, entered the room, pulled down her mask, and walked with a clear purpose straight to the bed where Hughie lay:

"Oh, my God!"

"Hughie—"

Starlight looked at Hughie with a face full of heartache, cupping his pale, weak cheeks with both hands.

At the doorway.

Butcher raised an eyebrow at Leon, who was sizing up Starlight, and then leaned close to his ear to ask in a low voice, "What do you think of her?"

What the hell?

Hearing this, Leon didn't reply immediately, instead casting a somewhat astonished look at his way: Bro, you really are Hughie's good buddy!

To actually be willing to offer up even your buddy's friend, that is truly...

So wonderful~

Leon was already starting to feel that he wasn't perverted enough, making him somewhat out of place with this bunch from The Boys; when it came to wild plays, it still had to be you, Butcher.

Leon simply admired this ruthless drive of Butcher's to achieve his goals by any means necessary—ruthless to his enemies, ruthless to his friends, and even more ruthless to himself.

Damn it.

Leon hadn't even had that thought originally.

Now, meddled with by Butcher like this, it seemed like it might actually be doable?

"She barely makes the cut, but her frame is too skinny. Put on some weight first. Are there any with a more substantial figure? I like the plump type, and if she's a bit older, that's even better."

"After all—"

"Women are like fine wine; the older, the more mellow."

Though looking good was the prerequisite.

Leon ended his conversation with Butcher using this famous quote of Soldier Boy's.

Presumably.

With Leon having dropped such obvious hints, if Butcher still couldn't get who he was talking about, then The Boys didn't seem to have any reason to exist anymore.

Leon was willing to play this "house" game with them precisely for this kind of convenience.

Finding someone himself and slowly wooing them was too troublesome, and using force didn't align with his principles.

"Where are you going?"

Butcher asked, watching Leon walk toward the stairwell.

"Going out for a spin."

"By the way, to retrieve my uniform and shield."

Leon replied without turning back, merely waving a hand at Butcher behind him.

After leaving the motel.

Leon made a few turns and entered a relatively secluded underground parking lot.

Then, he channeled a bit of power into his chest cannon, letting the chest cannon's pre-fire nuclear radiation fry the surveillance cameras, and seized the opportunity to summon Arcee and his Soldier Boy Suit out from the system space.

"Kept you waiting, my beauty."

Leon tossed the Soldier Boy Suit into the cockpit of Motorcycle Mode Arcee, then familiarly straddled the seat and patted her rear end.

"Leon, can you be serious for once and stop groping me around."

Though Arcee said that, she was already too lazy to struggle.

Anyway, Leon wouldn't listen to her anyway. Still, Arcee felt she had to maintain a modicum of proper attitude; otherwise, how would she be any different from Leon's other women?

The thrill was precisely in this dynamic~

On the other side.

Butcher, valuing speed above all, had already left the motel alone and privately contacted Queen Maeve, one of the current members of The Seven.

As mentioned previously.

Butcher's Temporary Compound V was provided by her.

They both shared a common goal, which was to deal with Homelander, so with everyone else completely unaware of the inside story, Butcher had already hooked up with Maeve.

"What did you say?!"

"Soldier Boy is still alive?!"

When Maeve was summoned by Butcher and informed about the news concerning Leon, she felt as though her world was collapsing...

"The reason I chose to cooperate with you was to slice up that bastard Homelander!"

"And now you're telling me you've unleashed a bastard even stronger than Homelander?"

"Fuck you!!!!! "