["Hello everyone, welcome to the Dodge News Live Room."]
["I'm Dodge Wilson. I'm on 57th Avenue right now. Take a guess who I just ran into."]
["Homelander!"]
["That's right. As you can all see, Homelander has just stopped an ambulance."]
["As for why he did this, we don't know yet."]
["Oh my God."]
["Homelander has torn open the ambulance. Why on earth would he do something like this? Doesn't he know that doing so could delay treatment and prevent the patient from receiving proper medical care?"]
["Let's interview this doctor."]
In the livestream, the image shakes, showing the scene on a city street.
A blond white man in a blue combat suit lifts open the side of the ambulance, causing the accompanying nurse inside to scream.
On the screen, comments flood in.
[Today is wild. Didn't Homelander just show up at Walmart? Why is he on 57th Avenue again?]
[Does anyone know what Homelander is doing? I bet there's a wanted criminal in that ambulance. Five dollars on it!]
At this moment, a doctor appears in the frame, his face full of helplessness.
The livestream host, self media reporter and freelance writer Dodge Wilson, shoves the camera right up to the doctor's face.
"Doctor, can you tell our viewers what Homelander is trying to do?"
"How would I know?"
"All I know is that there's an injured patient in the ambulance, and her condition is very serious."
"She's been critically injured, her internal organs are damaged, and she's still losing blood."
"If she isn't taken to the hospital as soon as possible, the consequences are unpredictable."
"Oh my God, it's actually that serious."
"Oh, what's he doing now? Homelander has lifted the mobile stretcher!"
On the screen, Homelander climbs into the ambulance and effortlessly lifts the stretcher that was fixed inside the vehicle.
The camera zooms in, giving Homelander a close up.
Then Dodge's voice sounds again.
"Homelander, what are you doing?"
"Do you even know what you're doing?"
"Don't you realize you're interfering with a rescue operation and could cause a serious medical accident?"
"Can you explain this to the audience watching right now?"
The blond man glances back, his eyes cold, then flies up into the sky with the stretcher raised in his hands.
By the time the camera tilts upward, there is no sign of Homelander left.
"He didn't explain!"
"Yes, did everyone see that?"
"Homelander made no explanation at all for this incident!"
"How arrogant is that!"
"Is someone like this really going to protect us?"
"I, Dodge Wilson, will continue to follow and report on this matter!"
"If you want to know what happens next, follow me!"
"I'm heading to the Seven Tower right now for an interview!"
———
[CIA Headquarters]
Deputy Director Susan Rayner arrived at her office. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure sitting on her desk.
The other person was holding a phone, seemingly watching a livestream.
Hearing the door open, the man turned his head and revealed a roguish grin.
"Hey, sweetheart. Long time no see."
The deputy director's expression immediately darkened.
"You can't just walk in here like this, Butcher."
The bearded man put down his phone and winked.
"No, I can."
Rayner closed the door and walked to her desk.
"What do you want?"
Butcher held the phone up in front of her.
"Take a look at what our Homelander just did. He intercepted an ambulance and took the injured person away without a care."
"So how long are we supposed to put up with these bastards? What right do they have to disrupt public order? And the damned thing is, from the police to our respectable Ms. Rayner here, everyone has to turn a blind eye!"
Rayner glanced at him, "When did you turn into a champion of justice?"
Butcher snorted, "Probably around the time that son of a bitch used despicable means to take Becca."
Rayner looked at the man in front of her seriously, "It's been eight years. It's time to end this."
"I'm serious, Butcher."
"As a friend, I sincerely advise you to stop obsessing over this. You're going to get yourself killed."
The bearded man curled the corner of his mouth, "You know what? I don't care. I just want to kill those pieces of trash."
"Alright, enough of that. I want to ask you something."
"Do you know about the Olga Weapons R&D Company?"
The deputy director froze for a moment, then said, "Your information network is pretty good."
"Why are you asking about them?"
Butcher shrugged, "I'm the one asking questions right now."
"Unless you want to provide me with some bedroom services, I'm not answering anything."
Rayner let out a cold laugh, "Then get out."
"I have no obligation to answer your questions."
Butcher smiled shamelessly, "No, you will answer."
"Don't you want me to do something for you?"
"For example, get you some negative news and evidence about supes?"
Rayner smiled slightly, then said, "The Olga Weapons R&D Company has been getting very close to the Department of Defense lately."
"It's very likely that next quarter's weapons procurement will go to them."
Butcher nodded, "Well, that's a surprise."
The deputy director pointed her chin at the bearded man.
"My turn to ask, Butcher. What can you do for me?"
Butcher leaned forward slightly, "A lot, my dear Director."
"For example, I can keep an eye on those superpowered assholes. I can help you gather intel, or do other dirty work."
"In return, I need some things. Like immunity clauses. Like funding and resources."
"What do you think of my proposals?"
Rayner took out a cigarette, smoked it halfway, then stared viciously at the bearded man.
"Deal."
"But you'd better do a good job."
"If I find out you're just using me for your own benefit, believe me, I'll shove a gun up your ass and let the bullets greet every organ in your body!"
Butcher shook his head.
"You've gotten rougher, dear Ms. Rayner."
"But I like it."
————
Out in the suburbs—
Inside a warehouse at an abandoned farm, where tractors sat covered in dust, the roof suddenly shattered. Then a blue figure slowly descended.
Alex set the stretcher down on the ground, scanned Angelina's condition, and found that the girl's state was extremely bad.
Unhurried, he took out a silver syringe that looked highly advanced, tore open Angelina's collar, and plunged the needle into her pale, slender neck.
Alex slowly pushed the gene modification serum into the girl's body. Only when not a single drop remained in the syringe did he pull the needle out.
Then he observed the girl's condition.
Angelina's body suddenly twitched. Her temperature rose rapidly, and she sprang up uncontrollably.
Alex caught her hand in time and dragged her back down, then held her tightly in his arms.
Angelina struggled desperately in his embrace. Suddenly, she opened her mouth.
At some point, her mouth had been replaced by a row of sharp fangs, and she viciously lunged forward, biting straight toward Alex's neck.
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