The night was dark, and the cold wind flowed into this dilapidated motel through the cracks in the windows.
Marge leaned against the corner and slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
After smuggling all the way from Europe back to United States, she smelled the smell of diesel in the bottom of the freighter for half a month. Her whole body seemed to have rolled in muddy water, and she was in a miserable state.
She had just thrown her backpack on the moldy mattress when her body's instinct suddenly sounded an alarm.
There were footsteps outside the door.
They were not just passing drunkards. They were walking very lightly, and they were two people. They stopped right outside her door.
Marge didn't make any sound, and he pulled out the Military Dagger from his waist with his backhand.
Like an alert wild cat, she clung silently to the side of the door frame.
The person outside the door did not knock or break in.
After a few seconds of silence, a young female voice came through the thin wooden door.
"Sister Marge, you are finally back."
Marge's pupils shrank instantly.
But she didn't move, and instead held the dagger in her hand tighter.
"It's me, Neuman."
[Neuman, the original villain, there are notes at the end of the chapter]
The female voice outside the door was a little excited, "The person next to me is Mesmer. We don't mean any harm. Please open the door."
[Mesmer, the original villain, there are notes at the end of the chapter]
Hearing these two names, countless thoughts flashed through Marge's mind.
Neuman is actually still alive?
In the battle with Pentagon, Homelander John went crazy and killed almost all the Superpower children.
How did Neuman escape that death?
As for Mesmer.
Marge felt even more dazed.
Many years ago, when Edgar tried to imitate Lynn and use family ties to control their children, he kicked Mesmer out of the game and sent Red River Orphanage back early.
Marge still doesn't understand Edgar's intention at that time.
Marge took a deep breath and relaxed his tense shoulders slightly, but still did not let down his guard.
After so many years, everyone has been wallowing in the mud, and everything has changed. Who knows whether the person standing outside the door is a human or a ghost.
She stretched out her hand to unscrew the locked door handle and opened the door halfway.
The dim light from the corridor shone in.
Standing outside the door was a beautiful young girl, followed by a fat little man.
"Marge sister!"
Neuman's eyes turned red, and he opened his arms and wanted to rush towards her and hug her.
Bang.
Marge raised his left hand, put the handle of the knife on Neuman's shoulder, and pushed her half a step away.
"Stand there and don't move."
Marge's voice was as cold as ice, and his eyes quickly swept over the two of them.
Neuman was not angry when he was pushed away. He just wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes and said with a trembling voice, "I have missed you so much these years. I thought we would never have the chance to meet again in this life."
Marge did not accept such polite words.
She put away the dagger and turned aside to make a way.
When the two of them entered the room, Marge locked the door with his backhand, turned around and stared at Neuman calmly.
"Stop talking."
Marge got straight to the point, "I just returned to United States today, how did you find me?"
Neuman was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and tried to change the topic, "Oh, I'm actually lucky, I happened to be doing something nearby..."
Marge didn't wait for her to finish speaking. She turned around, picked up the backpack she had just put down, and slung it over her shoulder.
"If you don't tell the truth, then we'll break up here."
She took a step forward and walked towards the door.
Neuman panicked when he saw this, quickly stretched out his hand to block the door, and sighed.
"Your temper has really not changed at all. OK, let me tell you, when you come back to Godolkin University with us, you will understand everything. It was a very powerful Supe who told us your whereabouts."
The powerful Supe?
Marge quickly ran through the names he knew in his mind, but he couldn't think of anyone who had such terrifying tracking capabilities that could accurately locate a person who had just entered the country illegally.
But no matter who it is, Marge has no intention of following them.
She returned to United States to do the most important thing.
She had had enough of running away in the past ten years, and she couldn't just watch Duke being implicated for the rest of her life.
As long as she takes Original Compound V to see Homelander and fills the hole with her own life, all grudges will be completely settled.
If she is now greedy for this so-called family reunion and goes to that university with Neuman, she will only end up drawing fire to everyone and killing everyone.
In this world, she never believed that anyone could stand up to that crazy god-like Homelander.
"You go, I'm not interested in going to any university, I still have my own things to do."
Marge pushed Neuman's hand away, leaving no room for negotiation.
Neuman looked at Marge's eyes with a will to die, and suddenly understood something.
"Are you planning to face Homelander alone?"
Neuman's voice suddenly fell silent.
Marge moved for a moment, neither admitting nor denying.
Neuman stared at her and said seriously,
"Sister Marge, I know what you are afraid of, but you believe us, we have a way to kill Homelander."
Marge suddenly laughed.
The laughter seemed out of place in the dilapidated hotel room.
She looked at the two people in front of her and shook her head. "Why should I kill Homelander?"
Neuman was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this answer.
"Homelander is now governing United States very well, and the streets are much cleaner. It is United States's honor to have such a just Superheroes, isn't it?"
Marge restrained his smile and his eyes became sharp, "We are in this situation today. All the tragedies originated from Edgar's greed. He brought it upon himself. The reason why you came all the way to find me is not just to avenge Edgar, right?"
She took half a step forward and stared into Neuman's eyes.
"Back in Pentagon, we saw with our own eyes how Edgar used us as spearmen. For his own ambition, he even used us as bait, wanting to drag everyone together to bury Homelander and avenge this kind of person? Don't be ridiculous."
As Marge finished speaking, the faces of Neuman and Mesmer darkened visibly.
Looking at the two people's reactions, Marge knew that he had guessed correctly.
Under the guise of revenge, these people may be plotting some shady deeds behind their backs.
"If you don't mean anything, the door is behind you, so I won't see you off."
Marge turned around and grabbed the backpack on the bed.
However, the moment she turned around, there was silence behind her.
Marge turned around suddenly.
Neuman stood there with a pale face, staring at her.
In those originally beautiful eyes, the pupils were fading rapidly, and a layer of turbid white cloud instantly covered the entire eyeball.
This is a sign that Neuman is using Superpower.
The hairs on Marge's back stand upside down.
After all, she subconsciously relaxed her guard because she saw these family members who were at New Vanguard Camp.
She never expected that Neuman would kill her immediately after a disagreement.
Without any hesitation, Marge's thigh muscles tightened instantly, and he pounced like a cheetah, reaching out to cover Neuman's eyes.
But after all, it was still half a second too late.
An indescribable dull pain suddenly penetrated my mind.
Marge felt that the world in front of her collapsed instantly, and the strong dizziness drained all the strength from her body.
Her outstretched hand dropped feebly in mid-air, and she fell heavily to the floor, completely fainting.
Looking at Marge who fell on the ground, the gray in Neuman's eyes gradually dissipated and normal black and white were restored.
She took a long breath, and her tense shoulders relaxed.
After all, he is the best among Supe. If an ordinary person had suffered this blow, his head would have been blown.
"Mesmer."
Neuman turned his head and looked at the little fat man huddled in the corner, "Go, hold her hand and see what's in her mind."
Mesmer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly stepped forward.
He squatted next to Marge and carefully grasped the calloused right hand.
After a few seconds, Mesmer opened his eyes.
"Any important information?"
Neuman asked condescendingly.
Mesmer swallowed and replied in a low voice, "She returned to United States to save Duke. She planned to go to see Homelander alone, hoping to exchange her life for her life and fight for Duke's freedom."
Neuman felt a little emotional after listening to it.
"What a good sister."
She dusted off her hands and asked casually, "Is there anything else?"
Mesmer shook his head like a rattle.
"No more. It's all the experience of running around in the past ten years. There's nothing valuable."
Neuman nodded without doubting that he was there.
"Okay, don't waste time here, just put her on your back and we'll go back to Godolkin University now."
After Neuman finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door to open it.
Mesmer responded obediently and bent down to help Marge on the ground.
The moment his back was turned to Neuman, the fat man who had always behaved submissively lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth by two pixels.
[Neuman, the adopted daughter of Edgar in the original work, has the ability to control blood by looking at her, which can produce the effect of a head explosion, so she is called the headshot girl. However, in theory, she can detonate any position on the human body, and can also separate the blood from the body and use it as a weapon]
[Mesmer, the mind reader, first appeared in Chapter 103 of this novel]
[He can read minds and review memories through skin contact, but cannot listen to the voice of the heart from a distance. He can read past memories and slightly modify memories; however, his physical body is the same as that of ordinary people]
[As for why the two knew the location of Marge, it was not an alien enemy. All respect to the original work, meow]