Above the azure waters of the South Pacific.
An unnamed island sits like an emerald set in the sea.
The private jet landed smoothly on the runway. The cabin door opened, and Lynn walked down the steps, holding the sleeping Goose in her arms.
Tifa followed closely behind.
The island manager from Vought International had already trotted forward with a professional smile, humbly greeting Tifa without daring to glance at her.
Twenty minutes later.
Lynn arrived at the secret training room located 300 meters underground on the island.
This is one of Vought's most sturdy "cages".
The walls are made of a special alloy that can withstand a near-field nuclear explosion, and the overhead light strip simulates sunlight, making it somewhat dazzling.
"Call them to the training room."
Lynn gently patted Goose's back as she walked.
"Yes."
Tifa didn't ask any further questions, but simply issued commands through the communicator on her wrist.
A few minutes later, three figures appeared from the elevator.
The first one was Soldier Boy. He was still damp, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his face was full of displeasure at being disturbed from his sleep.
"What the hell?"
He started complaining the moment he opened his mouth.
"I was soaking in the hot springs, enjoying a massage from a Swedish masseuse, and they just called me over like that? Do you know how hard it is to book Olga?"
Watch your words, Benjamin.
The second figure, Jim Hammond, the Human Torch, engulfed in Flame, spoke. His voice was gentle and calm, a stark contrast to the raging fire around him.
"We're here to follow orders, not to complain."
The Soldier Boy pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing more, crossing his arms and giving off a sullen look that said, "Let's see what you're up to."
The last one was Yasuo, who held his sword without saying a word.
Lynn recalled that yesterday, a long-unseen interface quietly surfaced in his mind.
[Achievement Completed: Top Star ]
[Condition for achievement: The number of members in the personal fan club of any hero or villain under your command officially exceeds 100 million]
[Achievement Comment: Congratulations on successfully creating the first truly world-class superstar. You are not only selling power, but also defining faith. This is the best proof of your status as a "god-maker."]
Lynn's expression remained unchanged.
Yasuo's success was within his expectations; he had been familiar with Hans Landa's strategy of maximizing symbolic value from the very beginning.
What he really cared about was the reward.
Homelander.
A perfect image of an " United States hero".
Blonde hair, blue eyes, draped in the national flag, and capable of anything.
Lynn knew very well that beneath that glamorous exterior lay an ultimate giant baby, a combination of narcissism, antisocial behavior, and an Oedipus complex.
A madman with divine powers but a mind stuck at the age of three.
Throwing him straight into Vought headquarters is not a good idea.
Therefore, they must first be "tamed".
Lynn's gaze swept over the three people in front of him.
An arrogant and conceited old soldier, a peaceful and quiet Pyro, a solitary and aloof swordsman.
What a great lineup of "beast tamers"!
Lynn no longer hesitated; with a slight thought, he chose "Confirm Summoning".
In the very center of the training room, the light was swallowed up, plunging it into darkness.
The next second, blinding golden light erupted from the center of the darkness!
As the light faded, a tall and imposing figure floated silently in mid-air.
Homelander.
He was somewhat puzzled; this wasn't the familiar Vought Tower, nor was it some kind of disaster site.
Where is this?
Before he could react, a furious roar exploded.
" Homelander! I'll fuck your mother!"
Before anyone could react, the Soldier Boy charged forward!
When Homelander saw the figure rushing towards him, his confusion turned into absurdity and shock.
Soldier Boy?
How did this old relic end up here?
The Soldier Boy's movements were devoid of any fancy moves; they were simply the most primal, savage charges.
"Bang!"
Caught off guard, Homelander sent flying backward and crashed into the wall behind him.
The Homelander slipped and fell to the ground, a sweet taste rising in his throat.
Just once, just like that.
He was actually injured.
He was injured by something he considered outdated and defective.
When did the Soldier Boy become so strong?
"You fucking..."
The Homelander rose up, his face contorted with rage.
"I'm enjoying this damn hot spring and a massage from a Swedish girl!"
The Soldier Boy roared and charged forward.
"My whole afternoon was ruined because of you, you sissy son who wears the Stars and Stripes everywhere!"
The two became entangled in a fight.
There are no energy beams, no fancy techniques, only the most primitive fists and the most savage power.
Every punch the Soldier Boy threw carried the ferocity to crush his opponent's bones; it was a killing technique he had honed on countless battlefields.
After the initial shock, Homelander unleashed his terrifying power.
The Flame on Jim Hammond's body flickered uneasily as he watched the two figures turn toward Lynn.
Should we stop them?
"No need, let him hit him."
Lynn's gaze fell on Homelander.
He was well aware of the feud between Soldier Boy and Homelander, which was why he chose this location to summon Soldier Boy.
Soldier Boy is now more than just someone who's been injected with Compound V.
Many years ago (Chapter 74), Phineas Horton used the latest enhancement serum at the time to perform a second upgrade on him.
Now, having incorporated some genetic traits of both the Kree and the Skrulls, his physical strength has long since surpassed its original limits.
Modern Soldier Boy, aside from not being able to fly and lacking Heat Vision, are even stronger than Homelander in terms of strength, speed, and resilience.
Not to mention he also has a secret weapon.
Even a hundred Captain America wouldn't be a match for him.
He was the first and most brutal whip that Lynn prepared for his Homelander.
Lynn wanted this man, who was supposed to be a "god," to understand from the very first minute of his arrival in this world that there was an existence here that could drag him down from the sky and grind him to dust.
Yasuo stood quietly on the other side, sword in hand.
Without Lynn's request, Yasuo had no intention of intervening and simply remained a silent observer.
Tifa stood behind Lynn, seemingly oblivious to the battle unfolding before her that would send shivers down the spines of any Metahuman.
Her attention was always focused on her boss.
She'd accompany her boss if he wanted to watch a show; she'd hand him a knife if he wanted to kill someone.
The battle intensified.
"Enough!"
Homelander roared; he could no longer tolerate this struggle.
He is perfect!
He is the chosen one!
They are the guardians of humanity!
He absolutely refused to allow himself to fight such an ugly battle with a crude old soldier!
He forced the Soldier Boy back with a single punch, and his body slowly floated into the air.
Looking down at the motherland, two crimson lights shone in the deep blue eyes of the Homelander.
I'm going to burn you to a pile of ashes!
The Homelander roared, their fiery energy about to erupt.
The Soldier Boy grinned, his face full of disdain.