Chapter 135: The Tragedy of America, Chaos Descends

Bang!

A human figure jumped down from a hundred-meter-tall building; the terrifying impact force made a violent sound, the concrete ground was punched straight through, and a large amount of smoke rose up.

Homelander's eyelids drooped as he watched Queen Maeve jump down from the air, the joy on his face gradually dissipating.

At this moment, there was also an exclamation from the crowd.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, the army and police received orders simultaneously and began to scatter to both sides; in the revealed space, Queen Maeve stood in the very center, with A-Train standing to her left, Butcher to her right, and Starlight, Golden Boy, and Hughie and others lined up, standing further to the side.

Queen Maeve and the others were, after all, Superheroes who had been famous for many years and possessed extremely high Reputation; at the same time, she and A-Train were themselves at the level of Monsters far exceeding ordinary people, so the gangsters following behind Homelander did not dare to charge at these people recklessly.

A man in a suit and leather shoes, with even his hair groomed meticulously, appeared at this time from a Cadillac on the street behind; he looked at Homelander in the sky and that vast, swarming mob.

He spoke:

"Homelander, I think we should talk; this world cannot be conquered by relying on so-called violence."

There was a confident, self-assured look in his eyes, a look that made Homelander's expression turn ugly.

Homelander liked that expression himself, but he especially disliked others wearing that look.

He descended slowly from the air, passed directly by Queen Maeve and the others, and drifted down in front of this Vice President.

Homelander looked at this ordinary person indifferently, his eyes emitting a faint red light; the other party's body was completely X-rayed, and beneath the seemingly crisp suit, he was actually wearing a bulletproof vest.

Homelander shook his head, revealing a look of disdain, and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Don't you know, a bulletproof vest can't save you at all..."

At this moment, the killing intent of a Superhuman needed no hiding; Vice President Ross pretended to be calm, but the rapid spike in his heart rate could not be concealed at all; Homelander took another step forward, mocking playfully:

"Look, I am walking toward you to talk to you, yet you keep retreating to escape..."

His voice was loud, allowing those supporters to hear it clearly.

Ross knew things were bad, but the fear was hard to eliminate; fortunately, at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Hey, Homelander, can you keep some distance?"

The young man's voice was clear, and he pressed one hand on Homelander's shoulder.

Golden Boy was the No. 1 of Vought International's Vought Superhero Training Academy, a potential stock who could take over a spot in The Seven at any time; he could transform into a fire-man at will, control fire, and fly, making him one of the very few Ability Users who approached Homelander in terms of presence.

Swish!

A-Train appeared in front of the Vice President at the same time; although there was fear on his face, he also spoke:

"Homelander, you've been bewitched by that Asian; you've gone too far this time..."

Queen Maeve also arrived behind Homelander at this time.

"Homelander, we must stop all actions now and let this country return to the right track."

The voices of these few people made Homelander's expression as gloomy as water; he usually disliked hearing these voices that criticized and controlled him the most, and by now, he believed he had awakened and truly found his positioning—the strongest hero who possessed the world and protected the world.

But these weak fellows still thought they could have an equal dialogue with him; no... these people weren't even trying to have an equal dialogue with him anymore, they were trying to educate him?

Homelander was amused to the point of laughter by his own thoughts.

"Ha, so you guys really think you are equal to me."

Homelander turned his head, turned around easily; Golden Boy felt that power that had easily shaken him off, his expression stunned, and before he could react—

Homelander grabbed Golden Boy's shoulder casually and threw him toward the back.

Bang!

Golden Boy smashed into a building instantly.

Homelander turned his head back, his tyrannical aura fully unleashed.

He looked at Queen Maeve, then turned his head to glance at A-Train, and finally looked at that Butcher, saying chillingly:

"I am the only... Superhero."

At this moment, Ross felt himself enveloped by a massive threat of death; unable to remain calm any longer, he spoke:

"Take him down!"

"Hurry, take him down!"

The target of his roar was not Queen Maeve, not A-Train, but instead Butcher.

At this moment, Butcher finally revealed a tyrannical smile identical to Homelander's.

"Ha, Superhero, really is..." Hum!

Scorching vision suddenly emitted from Butcher's eyes; the caught-off-guard Homelander was hit instantly, the powerful force of the Heat Vision blowing Homelander away directly.

Butcher leaped dozens of meters high in an instant, raised both hands high, and slammed down hard, pursuing Homelander.

Boom!

Homelander was likewise hammered into the building.

The scene was in an instant uproar.

Even Bobby was a bit dazed at this moment; Homelander had actually been knocked away?

Homelander himself was also shaking his head, rising from the office on the third floor of the building; he was not injured, only the clothes on his chest were burned by the Heat Vision.

He looked at the Butcher charging over wildly and finally realized that the other party possessed Superpowers approaching his own.

Bang!

White tear gas canisters exploded from the front row; Bobby and the others realized something instantly and shouted:

"The police moved first!"

Ross also turned back at this time, holding a megaphone and screaming hoarsely:

"Stop, no shooting, no attacking anyone other than Homelander!"

!

Jie Bo held a gun and a high-explosive grenade in his hands, sneering as he tossed the high-explosive grenade out.

Bang!

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, Bai Cangshu was not to be outdone, likewise tossing several high-explosive grenades into the police and military ranks like scattered raindrops.

George, who had just ducked into an alleyway, heard the massive explosions and gunfire, and immediately realized what was happening; he trembled all over, turning his head only to see white smoke rising, followed by intense firelight and miserable wails.

Massive chaos and slaughter descended in an instant.

Ross felt his scalp tingle; he did not know why, when it had been clearly emphasized that no engagement of any kind was allowed, and even the police and military in the front row should not have had any lethal weapons.

He searched among his own men with his eyes, finally seeing that Asian man brought by Butcher, who was holding a long gun and frantically strafing the gang members.

"Stop!"

He roared, while simultaneously ordering his bodyguards to take out Jiebo.

But Jiebo just laughed indifferently, turned his head, and a burst of bullets swept toward Vice President Ross.

Reincarnators, after all, are demons by nature; the way the Space creates a Singularity dictates that these people will pursue the greatest chaos in order to win higher-level rewards.

Jiebo was incredibly delighted by this essence.

He finished his bullets, put away the long gun, and looked back at that Tao Baibai in the opposing camp.

The other party was undoubtedly also a truly "competent" Reincarnator, chasing chaos and destruction.

But this time, Jiebo did not see Tao Baibai's figure; as his gaze shifted, a voice sounded from behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

Pfft!

Bai Cangshu grabbed Jiebo's right hand and instantly snapped it backward; the angle was so great that the joints and muscles were completely torn.

Jiebo's expression changed slightly as a hand pinched his mouth from behind, and then a great force emerged.

Crack!

The mandible was completely crushed.

Bai Cangshu looked leisurely; for a guy who could constantly switch bodies, perhaps only his own Death Intent Senra was the most suitable for the other party.

"Jiebo, you searched for so long, was it just to use Butcher and Golden Boy as your trump card to kill Homelander?"

"I am very disappointed; you didn't even manage to find Soldier Boy."

(End of chapter)