Since the other party knew so much, it was useless for Mallory to try and hide anything.
"You look like you're only high school age, how do you know top-secret information from the last century?"
"Tell me, otherwise the people around me will be happy to find a way to make you talk," Russell said indifferently, ignoring Mallory's question.
This was Butcher's use; he didn't want to dirty his own hands, so he brought Butcher.
"How did the Russians do it? Did they drop a hydrogen bomb in Nicaragua? No, such a big commotion couldn't be hidden from others."
Beside him, Butcher was pacing back and forth excitedly.
He didn't care about Soldier Boy; he only cared about one thing: if a Soldier Boy as powerful as Homelander could be subdued and captured, could the same method be used against Homelander?
Hearing Russell mention him, Butcher immediately stepped forward. Feeling constantly betrayed, he angrily pointed his finger at Mallory's nose and cursed.
"Mallory, you've been too unkind about this.
You knew I've been looking for a way to deal with Homelander, but you never said a single word about any leads you had. Is it fun watching me run around in circles all day?"
"Tell me and the person next to me everything we want to know.
Otherwise, I won't guarantee what I might do!"
Butcher had this personality; he was like a dog, changing his face in an instant. As long as it was beneficial to his goal of dealing with Homelander, he would stop at nothing.
Moreover, Russell now knew the whereabouts of his wife, Becca!
"I will never tell you," Facing the threat, Mallory showed no fear.
This lady, who had weathered the storms of time, was in a sense quite admirable. She had gone through World War II, genuinely fighting guerrilla warfare on the Allied front lines, surviving countless dangers. Bullets whizzed past her scalp, and she didn't even blink.
Her family was all dead; she was alone.
Russell really had no way to deal with or threaten her.
But Butcher was different.
He was good at backstabbing and understood Mallory very well.
Only the person who knows you best can stab you exactly in your most vulnerable, fatal spot.
"Do you know about the safe in your house? I'm not talking about the one in plain sight, but the one hidden in the wall behind the picture of old Bush. I was once curious what top-secret information you hid there.
Later, I saw a directory listing agents stationed in various places. If that list were leaked, how long do you think they, and their other family members, would live?"
"Butcher!"
Mallory's face couldn't help but change color.
"The reason I didn't tell you was because of this. I was afraid that the hatred in your heart would consume you. Those are dozens of innocent people and innocent families."
"I don't care! I can do it, you'd better behave..." Butcher grabbed her collar.
Mallory was humiliated and angry.
Finally, she told Russell what he wanted to know: the coordinates of the military Base where Soldier Boy was held.
"Our deal is done.
Your wife is living in an isolated area secretly arranged by Vought International.
As for where, you can find that out yourself."
Having obtained what he wanted, Russell was not stingy with the whereabouts of Butcher's wife. He believed that when Butcher saw his wife had given birth to Little Homelander, his expression would be very entertaining.
After speaking, a gust of wind blew past.
Russell disappeared from the spot.
As for Butcher interrogating Mallory about how Soldier Boy was subdued, he was not interested.
Because Soldier Boy was arrogant and overbearing, always having his way regardless of others' opinions, his oppressive machismo suffocated people. Vought International, feeling they couldn't quite control him, secretly signaled his lover and teammates to backstab him together.
Others were responsible for the attack. Mindstorm controlled him for a moment with his mind. Soldier Boy was caught off guard and attacked from behind by his lover, Crimson Countess, who used the World's most potent nerve gas, Novichok, to anesthetize and knock him out.
"This method might be considered for Homelander.
It's just that I don't know if he can also resist the same type of gas that can take down Soldier Boy."
It's likely hope is dim.
He quickly crossed the ocean, the wind whistling in his ears. Russell's figure, like a clap of thunder and lightning, stepped onto Russian territory in a short time.
"Butcher learned that Novichok could take down Soldier Boy. If there's a one-in-a-hundred chance it could take down Homelander, he will definitely try.
Also, when Homelander loses control, if nerve gas is effective against him, CEO Edgar will definitely try to 'repeat the same trick'."
Unfortunately, there wasn't.
It's highly likely that in the experiments done on Homelander since childhood, his resistance to Novichok was tested.
The reason Vought International replaced Soldier Boy with Homelander was also because Homelander was superior to Soldier Boy, and this 'superiority' likely included drug resistance.
"But we have to try anyway, but for now, let's get the Soldier Boy template first."
Following the coordinates provided by Mallory, Russell arrived at the place where Soldier Boy was imprisoned.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A military Base made of concrete lay sprawled on the ground like an old, massive beast.
Faintly visible, rusted barbed wire fences let out sharp whimpers in the cold wind, like the mournful cries of some dying creature.
Several tanks were parked in the yard, and fully armed soldiers wearing steel helmets patrolled with their guns, but their expressions were casual.
With the collapse of that vast empire, the project to weaponize Soldier Boy seemed to have been half-shelved after decades, clearly no longer receiving much attention.
"No difference."
Anyway, no matter how elite the army stationed there to defend, it was something Russell could simply step past. Inside the Base building, all the equipment and furnishings had a sense of age.
Even some storage tanks containing chemical agents seemed to be remnants from the last century.
Russell used his super speed to reach a metal tank in the deepest part of the building's basement.
This was a cylindrical metal cage over two meters high, with a special steel shell as thick as the bulkhead of a nuclear submarine.
Twelve sets of hydraulic locking devices, like the limbs of a spider, firmly locked the iron door onto the tank. Next to it, a Russian warning was marked in red paint: "Do Not Approach / Highly Dangerous."
Looking through the explosion-proof observation window on the hatch, Russell stroked his chin. Through the thick, fog-like high-concentration halothane anesthetic gas, he could vaguely see a tall, naked figure with a thick beard.
Special restraints bound Soldier Boy's body, holding him in a standing posture while he was unconscious.
"Isn't just looking at him enough?"
After looking for a couple of seconds, Russell reached out and grabbed the hatch.
Actually, Soldier Boy's state was no different from being dead; he couldn't move either. Russell had thought he could copy Soldier Boy's ability template just by looking at him.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
When Immortal is dismembered and severely injured, he enters a state of apparent death, neither fully dead nor alive. If no one helps reassemble him, he will remain an immobile 'corpse' forever.
"Soldier Boy's state isn't that bad, so the system can't easily collect his template?"
He still had to take action.
Creak... Screech!
With a sound of grinding metal deformation that set teeth on edge, the heavy hatch deformed and was brutally torn off by a terrifying force, then thrown aside.
The halothane gas, which could knock out an elephant with just one breath, dispersed and surged out like white smoke after a fire, revealing the tall, muscular figure. A pair of eyes that had not seen light for a long time slowly opened.
Soldier Boy awoke.