Chapter 13

The next day, Vought International mobilized all resources to search for that bastard.

But the results were minimal; the IP addresses of each video sent out were not fixed, obviously the other party had anticipated their reaction, and analyzing the video yielded no results.

Seeing that it was approaching 24 hours, Homelander became more and more irritable, directly breaking into the information department.

"Don't tell me, you guys still don't have any news until now?"

Homelander's sense of oppression was too strong, especially now that his emotions were quite unstable, making the entire information department silent.

Finally, in an extremely oppressive atmosphere, someone broke the terrifying killing intent that permeated the office.

"Found, found it!"

Aisha of the information department was terrified to the extreme, her voice trembling: "It, it's Translucent's signal, 70 kilometers to the south, in an abandoned factory building."

"Very good, this matter, don't tell anyone."

Homelander glanced at Aisha, raised his hand to stroke her head, looked up and scanned the entire information department, his voice cold: "Otherwise, I will let you understand what the consequences are!"

"Yes... yes, I, I won't tell anyone."

Aisha promised repeatedly in terror that she would absolutely not tell anyone.

The rest of the employees in the information department, under Homelander's oppressive gaze, all nodded and agreed to this lunatic.

Then, Homelander walked out of the information department with big strides, looking gloomily at the president's office: "No one can control me, no one... including you, Madelyn!"

Without notifying anyone, Homelander flew directly into the sky, dragging a harsh sonic boom, and disappeared into the clouds.

A distance of 70 kilometers, for Homelander, could be reached very quickly.

Looking at the abandoned field area below from high altitude, Homelander turned directly into a meteor, falling from the sky with his flesh, and smashed the ceiling.

Boom!

The shock wave generated by the impact directly dismantled the factory building.

Amidst the dust, Homelander, who looked like a god, stepped on the ruins and walked toward the depths: "You don't want to see me? I've already come, where are you? Come out quickly."

He tried to use his X-ray vision to search, but there were zinc alloys in many places in this factory building, blocking his vision.

Suddenly, a puppet riding a bicycle appeared shakily from the corner.

"Hello, John, I want to play a game with you."

The familiar lines made Homelander furious, his eyes flashing with terrifying red light.

"Oh, calm down, John,"

The puppet's lower lip opened and closed, making a mechanical sound: "I don't suggest you burn it with heat vision, otherwise I won't guarantee what will be in the content of the next video."

Homelander's terrifying red light actually faded slowly, his tone cold: "Who the hell are you?"

"I am a merchant, John."

The puppet rode the bicycle and came directly in front of him: "Happened to know some secrets, like you, John, and like Vought and Compound V."

Those blood-red eyes stared straight at Homelander, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had been seen through.

"Sometimes, knowing too much isn't a good thing."

Homelander completely tore off his disguise, his eyes gloomy and fierce: "If you dare to say it out, I swear... I will definitely find you, tear off your limbs, and let you die slowly in painful wailing!"

"Too terrifying, I'm just a puppet."

The puppet tilted its head, as if it were really scared, but immediately said again: "What if the public knew that you aren't a natural hero at all, let alone blessed by the so-called God, but a monster created by Vought using Compound V; what would their reaction be?"

"You dare!"

Homelander's eyes turned red again, veins exposed on his face, roaring ferociously.

If it were published, his fan support rate... he simply didn't dare to imagine; just fantasizing about it made Homelander feel like the sky was about to collapse.

He needed to be recognized, enjoying the feeling of being chased; if he lost these, it would be as if he had completely lost everything!

Therefore, he couldn't lose these!

"Wow, so scary, it's Homelander's signature skill, heat vision!"

The puppet rode the bicycle back a few steps, tilted its head and said: "Why don't we make a deal, John, a deal that is very beneficial to both of us, how about that?"

"What deal?" Homelander's red light disappeared, his tone icy.

Although he was very impulsive, he wasn't a fool, and he guessed at once that this was the other party's real goal.

"Very simple, I need a portion of permanent Compound V."

The puppet said straight to the point: "As a condition of exchange, I will tell you a secret that interests you."

"So your goal is Compound V." Homelander sneered, conceited: "What secret can you have that interests me?"

"Don't you want to know where your son is?"

The puppet said lightly: "Of course, you can find him yourself, but the premise is, will Vought... really tell you?"

What is eating one fish in two ways?

This is it!

Thanks to Becca, as a tool person, although they had never met, she was simply too easy to use!

Alvin understood the defects in Homelander's personality very well; a son who had a blood connection with him was enough to make him attach importance to it.

Of course, even if Homelander really went to ask Vought for the answer, he had a second response plan.

Sure enough.

The information thrown out by Alvin directly stunned Homelander: "My... son?"

When, when did he have a son?

Could it be that Vought went behind his back and directly cloned one using his genes?

"It has nothing to do with Vought; your son was born naturally and inherited your genes, born with the same abilities as you." The puppet threw another heavy bomb immediately after.

This time, Homelander was completely stunned.

He widened his eyes, revealing an unbelievable expression, staring blankly at the puppet: "I, I actually have a son, and... inherited my genes?"

"That's right, his name is 'Ryan'."

Seeing that the timing was about right, the puppet threw out another heavy bomb: "As a return, I will also give you another piece of news, about Vought's backup plan to prevent you from losing control and to kill you immediately if you commit any overstepping behavior."

Before he could recover from the surprise of having a son, Homelander was smashed dizzy by the new news.

"No, impossible!" Homelander was clearly a bit angry, roaring: "I am invincible, I can do whatever I want, Vought cannot kill me!"

But the only response to Homelander was the puppet's eerie silence.

The puppet's eyes were like looking at a clown, emitting a creepy sneer from its mouth.

Without any explanation, silence was the sharpest blade, easily breaking Homelander's confidence, making his expression gradually become gloomy.

"A weapon with immense power will inevitably have a way to control it."

The puppet didn't care about Homelander's mood, saying to itself: "Nuclear bombs are like this, and you are the same. Why would you think Vought doesn't have a way to control you?"

"I agree to your deal, that's it."

Homelander's brow bone trembled, a vein crossing his entire face: "Compound V, right? This is very simple, how do I contact you?"

"No need, I will contact you."

The puppet rode the bicycle and walked into the shadows.

"Wait, where is Translucent?"

Homelander suddenly thought of his purpose for coming here and hurriedly asked.

"Ah, almost forgot~"

The puppet stopped and made an eerie laugh: "Sorry, that guy was too noisy, he's already been blown into minced meat."