Of all the enemies Josen had encountered, Homelander definitely counted as generous.
He had dropped two psychic powers on their very first meeting. As for their quality...
Eh, the Fantasy Cards already marked them as "Homelander-exclusive," so that explained it.
Based on past experience, collecting all of Homelander's psychic powers would definitely yield an SSR card once they were fused.
Since he was a high-end knockoff, it was understandable that his individual powers only rated as SR.
After all, even a guy like Bakuzan could sneak into the Dragon-level ranks!
Homelander's individual psychic powers probably belonged at the top of SR, still a hair short of SSR.
As the power ceiling of The Boys' world, Homelander might have been no match for a cheat like Josen, but he was still respectable in his own right.
However miniature, lightweight, stripped-down, or budget-model a Superman he was, he was still Superman!
If the power issue could be resolved, he could even undergo a super evolution into his strongest version, "Ancestorlander."
As the old saying went, first get it, then worry about how good it was.
The rest could be left to hard work.
(Saitama: "-Achoo! Why does it feel like I woke up with even less hair today?")
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Bang, bang, bang!
Following Butcher, Josen turned into an alley somewhere in Manhattan.
Butcher glanced around with apparent casualness, made sure no one was watching, and raised a hand to knock on a large iron door that looked like a warehouse's rear entrance.
"Hey, Harry, I got your tip-off letter. Thanks for being one of New York's rare good citizens."
Butcher flashed his signature roguish grin. When he had the upper hand, that smile looked every bit as hateful as a demon's to his victims.
"This is fucking police brutality, you bastard."