Chapter 12: Epsilon-Level Psyker

Not understand, and then what?

The situation was stronger than the person; even if Butcher had ten thousand curses in his heart, he could only hold them all back at this moment.

"Un... understand, I understand very well." He barely pulled out an ugly smile, holding back a belly of anger, pretending to be smiling: "The things have already been handed to you. According to the agreement, you should tell me where Becca is, right?"

"According to the agreement, use Compound V to trade for the whereabouts of your wife."

Alvin hooked his fingers, and the remaining reagents all flew over. In Butcher's expectant gaze, he deliberately sighed: "However, you should be able to understand the meaning of 'however', right?"

"You lied to me? You bastard, you promised me!"

Hearing "however," Butcher's heart instantly turned cold, roaring like a crazy, violent bull.

"No, no, no, I think you might have misunderstood, Mr. Butcher."

Alvin shook his head, calmly: "I just want to tell you that these few reagents are temporary Compound V, which can at most be considered 'inferior goods' and do not meet our transaction conditions."

"Temporary Compound V? What do you mean?" Butcher, who was angry, suddenly calmed down.

"It means that these few Compound Vs, although they can grant superpowers, only last for 24 hours." Alvin sighed regretfully, pretending to be sorry: "Therefore, I cannot tell you the specific location of your wife. However, as compensation, I can reveal a clue to you."

Butcher calmed down. He knew the other party was doing it on purpose, but being held by the soft rib, he had no choice but to swallow his anger: "Fine, one clue is one clue!"

"Vought International, Dr. Vought."

Alvin turned around and walked out of the factory slowly, his voice echoing inside: "When you find the complete 'Compound V', you can come back and trade with me."

Until his figure completely disappeared, the cold temperature in the factory finally warmed up.

Butcher, who had regained his freedom of movement, had veins jumping on his forehead, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the direction Alvin left: "Next time, I must let you..."

Alvin used the few remaining dollars to check into a low-end hotel.

The advantage was that it wasn't far from Vought and could directly observe the vicinity of Vought International; the disadvantage was that the sanitary environment was worrying.

However, in the eyes of a Lower Hive scavenger, it was already considered very generous.

"Does this count as some kind of crying without tears?"

Alvin rubbed his throbbing brow, trying to control that power not to overflow: "I didn't expect that the superpower I awakened was... psionic!"

Whether it was the sudden drop in temperature in the factory, the frost covering the ground and facilities, or the cold flames and lightning blooming from the void when using the ability.

There was no doubt that it all pointed to the most terrifying power in the Warhammer universe... psionic!

Psykers were the only sincere blessing from the chaotic Warp, or the deepest curse for all mankind!

Every psyker, when fighting, would have their soul projection in the Warp become like a burning flame!

In the eyes of those demons lurking in the Warp, a psyker was like a high-brightness indicator light, which would attract a steady stream of demons, attempting to devour the psyker's soul projection in the Warp!

And the status and living environment of most psykers, to describe it in one sentence, was not even as good as a Lower Hive scavenger!

In the Warhammer world, under the high-pressure policy of the Human Empire, illegal psykers were extremely dangerous existences, often targeted by Warp Chaos Gods, turning into human-shaped walking nuclear bombs.

Moreover, the Human Empire had a large fleet of Black Ships cruising various worlds at all times to capture, hunt down, or receive psykers!

Then, they were either sent to the Terra Wang Zuo world to be burned as firewood for the Astronomican, or imprisoned to death.

Alvin didn't want to be captured to the Wang Zuo Room, burned like firewood for the Astronomican, or run into a zealot Inquisitor and be sliced into minced meat.

Then, there was only one road left before him.

Learn to control psionic power as much as possible and hide his identity as a psyker!

"According to the 24-level classification method formulated by the Empire, I should be an 'Epsilon-level' psyker." Alvin breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling a bit lucky.

It wasn't that he didn't want to become stronger, but if the psionic level went higher, like Zeta-level and Upsilon-level, once discovered, they would be strictly controlled by the Empire.

And the stronger the psyker, the larger and hotter the soul projection in the Warp, the easier it was to attract the attention of Chaos Gods!

So, from a certain level, Alvin was actually very lucky that he was still at a relatively safe level.

At least he wouldn't be cared about by Chaos Gods, or the Empire's Inquisition, or the Astropathic Choir.

"Next, it's Vought Company's turn."

Alvin looked at the charming night view outside the window and looked down at his watch: "Well, it's time."

He knew very well that Vought Company would never let Homelander take the risk to contact a mysterious person who knew his past, so he needed to add some fuel to the fire.

Opening the Twitter page on his phone, sure enough, a video content was quickly pushed to the top page.

The content of the video was very simple. Using the image of "Jigsaw," it mentioned Compound V and Homelander's background, and issued an ultimatum to Vought Company: within 24 hours, if Homelander didn't come to rescue Translucent, then it would publish the rest of the content!

Although Vought reacted very quickly and deleted the video directly, he had backed up more than one and used multiple IP addresses to send them at fixed times.

He believed that soon, Vought International wouldn't be able to sit still, after all, Homelander's identity and Compound V were the biggest secrets they relied on for survival!

Alvin replied to a few of Starlight's texts simply, and then lay on the bed to rest.

Vought Company, separated by a street, clearly had many people who couldn't sleep tonight.

The public opinion that suddenly broke out on Twitter caused the company's stock price to plummet, evaporating tens of billions of dollars out of thin air. Vice President Madelyn was almost driven crazy.

"Find him! Find this bastard at all costs!" This woman, who always used shrewdness and capability to cover herself, was now completely crazy, roaring hysterically: "I don't care what method you use, find this bastard immediately, do you hear me!"

Ashley endured the Vice President's anger silently, her face splashed with water, trembling: "Yes, we will find him as soon as possible."

Just at this moment, Homelander pushed the door and entered, scanning Ashley gloomily: "You, get out."

Ashley looked at Madelyn fearfully. The latter hugged her chest and waved her hand, as if driving away bad luck: "Get out quickly, I don't want to see your stupid face!"

Ashley, who received the order, lowered her head and hurried away as if she had been rescued.

Closing the door, Homelander then looked at Madelyn, a trace of infatuation flowing in his eyes, but quickly recovered, saying in a low voice: "This matter should be left to me to solve; no one is more suitable than me!"

"No, no, no, you absolutely cannot go!"

Madelyn shook her head firmly, pointing at Homelander, raising her volume: "Listen clearly? We will solve this matter; you stay here obediently, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Who else is more suitable than me?"

Homelander was furious, his face becoming twisted, without half the appearance of a hero, roaring: "You should know very well, Madelyn, that guy knows my past. If I don't go, by then, all of America's fans will know what I looked like in the past!"

Just now, after that video on Twitter fermented, Homelander's support rate dropped by 10%!

This was what he feared; once the public knew that he was controlled from childhood and lived in such an environment, his support rate would be completely finished!

"Listen, you are not allowed to go; this is the company's order!"

Madelyn couldn't explain it to him, and because the company was afraid that Homelander would get out of control, she could only slow down her tone as much as possible, opening her arms like before: "Come, John, come into my arms."

Homelander's throat was dry and itchy; he swallowed his saliva and walked over step by step.

Then, Madelyn hugged Homelander into her arms like she was hugging a newborn baby, lifting the outer shirt.

Homelander greedily sucked on the big breast, revealing a satisfied and comfortable expression.

"Great, that's it, John."

Madelyn closed her eyes, gently stroking Homelander in her arms.

However, what she did not notice was the ferocious look on Homelander's face in her arms, as well as the rebellion and malice flashing in the depths of his eyes.