"Damn it... don't let those two escape."
Behind them, Botu and Sowanda launched attacks in exasperation, but their speed was far inferior to Shockwave's.
Before they could react, the latter had already carried the heavily injured Falcon through the crowd, running towards the outside of Eighth Avenue.
But at that moment.
A wall of black mist formed out of nowhere, instantly blocking their path.
Shockwave, who was running at high speed, didn't have time to react at all.
He crashed head-on into it, along with Falcon.
Bang, bang—
The two bodies were immediately thrown backward.
"You didn't think you could leave here without paying any price, did you?"
An evil voice suddenly echoed from the darkness.
The Beast, with two demon horns on its head, stepped out of the darkness.
It raised its hand and grabbed forward, and Falcon, who was in a semi-conscious state on the ground, flew up uncontrollably.
The Beast's eyes suddenly flashed with an eerie, blood-red light, and then it opened its large mouth and took a deep breath... strands of soul essence and life force, invisible to the naked eye, were directly sucked into its belly.
Falcon's originally burly body shriveled up in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into a cloud of dust, scattering with the wind.
"Ah, the souls of these superpowered beings are so delicious!"
A look of intoxication appeared on the Beast's face.
Having stayed in Hell for thousands of years, it had almost forgotten when it last enjoyed a human soul to its heart's content.
Not being able to slaughter humans at will on Earth was the greatest tragedy for a Demon Lord like it.
And all of this was because of that damned Ancient One!
"Hey, hey, hey, am I seeing things? Is that Daredevil? What is he doing? Is he... is he crazy?"
"I told you, these vigilantes can't be trusted at all. See, that Daredevil is in league with those ninjas!"
"What just happened? How did Falcon's body turn to ash directly?"
"Why do I feel like that person isn't Daredevil, but a real demon?"
This sudden scene shocked all the police officers and the people watching the live broadcast.
Although many people usually found this meddlesome Daredevil a headache.
They generally categorized him as a street hero.
But now, he was not only in cahoots with the Hand ninjas who were slaughtering police officers, but he also "drained" a superpowered person?
Such a huge change was a little unacceptable.
"Next, it's your turn."
The Beast then turned its gaze to Shockwave, who, seeing that things were not good, wanted to activate his super speed and escape backward.
"Want to run? No way!"
The Beast seemed to have anticipated this, and almost at the instant the other party made a move, it lifted its foot and stomped heavily on the ground.
Boom—
The entire street suddenly trembled.
Shockwave, who had not yet accelerated to full speed, had just taken his first step when he was tripped by the suddenly shattered ground under his feet.
His body rolled forward several times due to inertia, and then the Beast sucked away his soul essence and life force in the same way.
At the same time.
Not far away, the battle between Murakami and A-Train had also come to an end.
A-Train collapsed weakly in a pile of ruins.
Both of his arms had been chopped off at the shoulders.
Blood flowed uncontrollably from the wounds.
And his chest had been smashed in half during the previous battle.
"Next, let me see your true face under the mask?"
Murakami came closer with a grin, and forcefully yanked off the mask from A-Train's head.
But then he was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head in disappointment.
"Are you kidding me? It's actually a black guy... uh, Sowanda, don't get me wrong, you're different from those black guys, we're brothers."
This scene directly stunned everyone.
No one could have imagined that the superhero team that everyone had high hopes for would be completely annihilated in such a short period of time!
And that A-Train, a veteran figure of The Seven, would be so easily killed by an unknown ninja leader?
Can you believe this?
Could it be that apart from Homelander, the pillar, the other superheroes created by Vought International are all so useless?
............
......
Vought International.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless trash."
When CEO Stan Edgar saw his superpowered team being completely wiped out on The Daily Bugle's live broadcast.
Even though his personality was always as steady as an old dog, he almost lost his composure at that moment.
It's over.
It's all over.
It seemed that Vought's stock price would not only not increase tomorrow, but would instead usher in "another" big dive.
But the most important thing was.
This failure would inevitably have an extremely unfavorable impact on his plan to sell Compound V on a large scale in the future.
Because anyone with eyes could see that in this special duel between "scientific power" and "supernatural power", the winner was clearly the latter!
Stan Edgar grabbed the phone with a gloomy face and instructed his secretary: "Immediately notify Homelander and have him personally eliminate that group of damned terrorists!!"
......
At this time.
Homelander was lying on the lap of a middle-aged woman in black lace lingerie in a small wooden house outside New York.
He was enjoying a boring TV show while chatting and laughing.
If there were Vought employees or superpowered people present at this time, they would definitely be shocked.
Because this middle-aged woman was none other than Madelyn Stillwell, the senior vice president of Vought's hero management department, who died unexpectedly at home a year ago (actually, she was killed by Homelander using his laser eyes to burn through her head).
But obviously, the current Madelyn Stillwell was a fake, created by a shapeshifter under Homelander's orders.
Homelander lay on her lap like an obedient child, letting her palm gently stroke his hair and cheeks, and a pure smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Yes.
Although this woman had deceived him.
But it was undeniable that.
Only this woman could make up for the long-lost "maternal love" in his heart!
And this alternative, even morbid, joy could allow Homelander to briefly escape from the repeatedly frustrated cruel reality and relieve the pressure and anger in his heart.
So even though Homelander knew that the other party was that short, fat shapeshifter (male) pretending to be her.
He still couldn't help but give in to his inner impulses and secretly come here for rendezvous again and again.
"Do you see? When people are repeatedly denied the respect they deserve, this is what happens..."
Homelander pointed to the classic revenge scene unfolding on TV and said with empathy, "God knows how much humiliation he has endured!!"
Madelyn Stillwell heard this and comforted him very considerately: "John, everyone respects you, you are the real hero."
Encouraged, Homelander finally opened the floodgates and poured out all the resentment that had been accumulating in his heart.
"Originally, the person who should have cleaned up those alien invaders and saved New York was me, not that ridiculous Avengers..."
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"It must be that bastard Stan Edgar who secretly ruined my application to the Department of Defense to go to war, in order to suppress my popularity."
Speaking of this.
Homelander suddenly sat up and continued indignantly:
"As a result, you've seen it, now those useless Avengers have all become super heroes sought after by the world.
But I am deeply suppressed within Vought, and the high-level members of the board of directors even want that bitch Starlight to replace me as the co-captain of The Seven... This, is not fair!!"
"You're right."
A sly look flashed across Madelyn Stillwell's eyes, and she immediately nodded in agreement:
"You are the most successful super hero Vought has created so far, and you definitely shouldn't be treated differently..."
"In my eyes, even if you add all the other members of The Seven together, they are not as important as you alone, they will only hold you back and leech off your popularity."
As she spoke, she gently pulled Homelander, whose emotions had eased, back onto her lap.
"Madelyn, you should understand that I can't help but take things like popularity to heart."
Homelander took a deep breath in front of her chest, stabilized his mind, looked at that familiar face, and said with some nostalgia:
"To be honest, if you were still managing Vought, this situation would never have happened... As long as someone slightly opposes our proposal, you will immediately make them behave themselves again."
"God, just dealing with that bastard Stan Edgar is enough to give me a headache, I've even been having auditory hallucinations because of it recently, can you believe it?!"
"I really miss you more and more... Madelyn!"
Madelyn Stillwell shook her head with a smile, "No, John, that may not be an auditory hallucination, but your most honest thoughts."
"You don't actually need me to help you deal with these trivial matters, because you are the most powerful man in the world."
"Whether it's The Seven or Vought, they all have to rely on your reputation to continue to survive."
"If someone doesn't respect this, or doesn't respect you, then maybe you should find a way to pull out those troublesome weeds..."
Homelander suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment when he heard this, but before he could say anything, the phone he was carrying suddenly rang.
He took out his phone and saw that it was Ashley Barrett, the balding little assistant, calling.
"Mr. Homelander, it's terrible, A-Train was killed while on a mission!!"
After the call was connected, Ashley Barrett couldn't wait to briefly describe the situation that had just occurred in Hell's Kitchen.
Homelander hung up the phone with a gloomy face, then picked up the remote control and switched to The Daily Bugle's paid channel.
He happened to see Murakami stepping on A-Train's head with his foot, and the anger in his heart surged up.
You must know that in the entire The Seven, Homelander only regarded A-Train as a human being.
From this, you can see how deep the relationship between the two was!
But just as Homelander got up and prepared to go to Hell's Kitchen to kill, Madelyn Stillwell beside him grabbed his arm.
"John, don't worry, isn't the time to pull out the weeds here?"
Then, she picked up a glass of milk on the table, dipped two fingers in it, and smiled seductively:
"My good boy, are you thirsty? Why don't you sit down first and listen to me slowly..."
"I recently met a very wise sage, perhaps she can provide you with some help in this matter!!"
Madelyn Stillwell's voice seemed to have some kind of unspeakable magic, so that Homelander stared at the glass of milk and couldn't help but swallow.
Even the murderous aura on his body had dissipated for the most part.
In the end, lust triumphed over anger and reason, and A-Zhu skillfully opened his mouth...
It's just that.
From Homelander's unseen perspective.
On Madelyn Stillwell's forehead, a purple rune symbolizing Slaanesh was flashing with a captivating and eerie light.
............
......
The scene returns to the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen.
"No one can stop me, obediently choose to submit, or face your doom!!"
The Beast, who was at the forefront at this time, calmly opened its arms in the face of the concentrated fire from a group of police officers, and an eerie light flashed in its blood-red eyes.
Boom—
An eerie wave that was invisible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on The Beast, sweeping in all directions like ripples on a lake.
And those police officers who were "touched" by this wave, as well as the onlookers who were craning their necks on the opposite street or taking pictures with their mobile phones, became extremely violent one by one, and rushed towards passers-by like crazy beasts.
Only a very few people with strong wills could resist the pollution of this evil force emanating from The Beast.
For a time, the situation on the scene took a sharp turn, and even reached the point of being on the verge of losing control.
"Damn it, everyone quickly find cover, as long as we hold on for a while, the National Guard's support troops will arrive..."
Police Chief Frank Castle hid behind a police car, shooting at the Hand ninjas who were rushing up again, while reminding the two police officers who had also not been contaminated to pay attention to concealment.
However.
Soon, the three of them became prey in Sowande's eyes.
Having failed to kill Shockwave just now,
Sowande was now eager to prove his worth in front of his boss.
"Hey, old man, there's no need for a commander here. The three of you are a bit of an eyesore."
Sowande, like a heavy tank, ignored the bullets that harmlessly struck his body and crashed straight into the police car where Sheriff Frank Castle and the others were hiding.
Bang—
At this critical moment,
a white figure swung down from the sky on a web.
A powerful flying kick sent Sowande's mountain-like figure flying far away.
That's right, it was Gwen!!
