Vought Tower.
Homelander's face looked extremely ugly.
"Fuck Butcher..."
He pushed open the fire escape door and walked into the top corridor.
There are two people standing on both sides of the corridor.
The one on the left is A-Train, and the one on the right is the Deep.
The two of them stood up straight, with cautious smiles on their faces. When they saw Homelander walking over, they quickly raised their hands to say hello.
"Hey, brother, you're back. I heard just now..."
"Get out of here."
Homelander didn't even turn his head.
The Deep's hands were frozen in mid-air, his mouth was open, and he swallowed back the next words.
Homelander walked two steps over, paused, and glanced at him.
That look, looking at the trash can.
"Why are you standing here? Waiting for someone to praise you?"
"I... I didn't wait for praise, I just wanted to ask."
"What are you asking? About Butcher? How the hell can you help? Are you going to talk to the fish?"
The Deep opened his mouth and closed it again.
"Besides talking to fish and fucking, what else do you do? Ah? Can Butcher die if you talk to fish?"
"I..."
"Get lost."
Homelander pointed towards the corridor.
"Go to your ocean zoo, find a dolphin, and fuck it. That's what you should do."
The Deep's face turned pale, his lips trembled twice, and his legs pinched together.
Then Homelander smelled something.
Urine smell.
He looked down and saw that the crotch of the Deep's trousers was wet, dripping down his trouser legs and onto the high-end carpet on the top floor of the Vought tower.
The expression on Homelander's face changed from anger to disgust, and the disgust was stronger than when he hit Butcher just now.
"You are disgusting, disappear immediately!"
"Yes yes yes..."
The Deep turned around and ran away, holding his legs between his legs. When he turned into the elevator, he bumped into the door frame, bounced, and continued running.
Homelander watched his back disappear behind the elevator door, twitched the corner of his mouth, then turned back and looked at A-Train.
A-Train took a step back.
"Zu, Homelander, listen to me."
"What did you say?"
Homelander walked over, stood in front of A-Train, looked down at him, and the two red lights in his eyes began to appear again.
"You run pretty damn fast."
"I'm not running, I'm..."
"Aren't you running? A-Train, your nickname is A-Train. You can run faster than anyone else."
"Where the hell were you when Butcher beat me just now?"
"I was hurt! He hit me that time."
"What happened when he hit you? You ran away after being hit? Did I run away after he punched me twenty times?"
A-Train's lips trembled.
"I... I originally wanted to come back and help."
Homelander took a step forward, A-Train took a step back, and his back hit the wall.
"You're a fucking piece of shit."
"You run fast, your brain is slow, and you are timid. Why did Vought raise you? Just to make up the numbers?"
"Me."
"Take your Compound V."
Homelander waved his hand as if to shoo away flies.
"Go away. Don't hang around in front of me."
A-Train said no more, lowered his head, and slid towards the end of the corridor against the wall.
Sliding around the corner, I picked up my pace quickly, ran two steps, looked back, and then rushed into the elevator.
The corridor was quiet.
Homelander stood there and took a few breaths, clenched his fists, his joints cracked, and then walked towards the conference room.
Behind the double-open glass door at the end of the corridor was the top-floor conference room of Vought Tower. He opened the door and was still cursing.
"Fuck Butcher, fuck Edgar, fuck."
Then he stopped.
The lights are on in the conference room, and there are chairs around the long table. Edgar usually sits at the main seat during meetings, but now there is a person sitting at the main seat.
White hair, strange eyes.
Wangchuan.
Homelander stood at the door, his mouth still open, and the last half of a curse word was stuck in his throat.
He stared at the man on the chair for several seconds.
My mind started spinning.
He has seen this person before.
A few days ago, Drago was at the banquet hosted by the Dragon Palace.
He was also present, Vought's top executives were there, and he was called over to serve as a "superhuman representative".
At that banquet, there were seven Demon sitting in the main row.
At that time, he was standing in the audience and took a look from a distance.
Among those seven Demon, there are some who are frighteningly big.
One of them has a face that looks like a wall, green, and when you sit there, you feel like a mountain.
Drago stood by the side to serve him, serving tea and pouring water. His attitude was more filial than serving his own father.
But I heard that one of them is his father.
Stan Edgar later told him that the seven were Demon, and the leader was named Wangchuan, the big Demon.
Don't mess with it.
Edgar said these three words in a very calm tone, as calm as reading an obituary.
Homelander closed his mouth, and the expression on his face changed from anger to caution.
Then he changed to the kind of flattering smile that he would only use when facing Vought senior officials.
"Sir..."
He took a step forward and bent slightly.
"Why are you here? You didn't tell me in advance so I could arrange for someone to receive you."
Wangchuan was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, one hand resting on the armrest, and the other hand rolling something on the table.
A mask.
Ika Mask.
Wangchuan didn't greet him, raised his hand and threw the mask over.
Homelander subconsciously caught it. Only after catching it did he react and looked down at the thing in his hand.
"This is..."
"Put it on."
"You will gain greater strength."
Homelander clutched the mask and did not move.
"Butcher That mask..."
"From the same series."
Wangchuan tilted his head and looked at him.
"Butcher has become stronger, you saw it. That was the mask given to him. The one in your hand is not worse than the one Butcher."
Homelander looked down at the mask in his hand and clenched it twice.
"One more thing."
Wangchuan Hold up a finger.
"Wear it and you will live forever."
Regardless of whether it will cost you your life, immortality is indeed possible.
Homelander's fingers tightened.
Immortality.
These two words went around in his mind again and again.
He knows that he is just an ordinary person.
He will also be worn out by time, just like everyone else.
Now the person in front of him told him that if he puts on this mask, he will live forever.
Homelander looked down at the mask, then looked up at Wangchuan.
Homelander Put the mask on your face.
The moment the mask was attached to his face, it completely merged with his face.
He stood there and clenched his fists, his joints cracking louder than before.
Heat vision shines through the mask's eye holes.
"Power..."
He looked down at his hands, turning them over and over.
"I feel. A lot of power."
Wangchuan leaned on the chair, looked at him, and smiled.
"Get used to it, awaken the darkness within, and you will become stronger."
"Yes."
Homelander put his hand down and bent slightly, lower than before.
"Mr. Wangchuan, I... if you have any orders from me, just tell me. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Wangchuan waved his hand, you will no longer be you by then, the mask has its own loyalty attribute, you don't need to say this.
"Go back and get used to the mask first. I'll call you if anything happens."
"Yes."
Homelander took two steps back, turned around and walked towards the door. He paused when he reached the door and looked back at Wangchuan.
"Mr. Wangchuan."
"Huh?"
"Butcher That mask... was given by you too?"
Wangchuan didn't answer, just tilted his head and smiled.
Homelander didn't ask any more questions, opened the door and went out.
The door of the conference room closed, and the footsteps in the corridor became farther and farther.
Wangchuan leaned on the chair and yawned.
"Ah~"
He put his hand down and tapped his fingers on the table twice.
"It's time to continue to improve your strength."
He raised his left hand, palm facing up, and a moon circled in his palm.
The moon shows that you can vaguely see the goddess Kali slashing.
"It's time to find a place for my brothers and sisters."
However, when sending them off, Wangchuan planned to fill up all the templates first, because this would increase their authority.
It was avoided, and the people passed by, but they couldn't defeat the natives, which was very embarrassing.
He closed his eyes.
Several worlds flashed through my mind in an instant.
The first one, One-Punch Man.
There were many monsters, heroes, and a god in that place, but the most dangerous one was the bald one.
The second one, Song of Hell.
Vampires, Nazis, war, rivers of blood.
The third one, Akame ga Kill!.
The Decaying Empire, Revolutionary Army, Imperial Arms users, Assassination Troop.
The fourth one, Toriko.
This world is the most dangerous. In the final land, there is the extremely terrifying Food God.
Or, Giant? Fairy Tail? Hokage? SpongeBob SquarePants?
Wangchuan opened his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table three times.
"How about we go to that world first?"