Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

"Have you ever thought about..." Maeve opened her mouth slightly, but the words paused on the tip of her tongue for a long time.

Her eyes were wandering and her hands were shaking slightly unconsciously, as if she was making a difficult decision.

Finally, she bit her lip and mustered up the courage to say, "Maybe I just want to find a sex partner?"

When saying this, Maeve's heart was full of conflict and anxiety.

She knew how much of a shock this would bring to Irina, but she felt as if she had no choice.

There was a voice in her heart telling her that doing this would allow her to temporarily forget the pain and confusion in her heart.

"I know you think you know me," Maeve continued, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and fatigue.

Her fingers gently twisted the corners of her clothes, as if looking for a sense of security.

She knew that Irina had always thought she knew her well, but she was no longer the same person she once was.

There had been a great change in her heart, and she didn't know how to face Irina's expectations and trust.

However, Irina did not let Maeve continue. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes, and she decisively interrupted Maeve.

"I used to know you!" Irina's voice was full of disappointment and pain. She looked at Maeve as if she was looking at a stranger.

Her heart was full of doubts and confusion. She didn't understand why Maeve became like this.

She once thought that their friendship was indestructible, but now it seemed that everything had become so fragile.

Maeve lowered her head slightly when she heard Irina's words. She knew that her words disappointed Irina.

But what can she do? She is no longer the same person she once was. "Yes, I was. I have changed."

Maeve's voice was low, with a deep sense of helplessness. Her heart was filled with pain and struggle, and she didn't know how to go on.

She felt that she had lost her direction and the courage and determination she once had.

"Yes, I still understand you." Seeing Maeve's stubborn look, Irina became more determined in her thinking.

There was a kind of all-seeing light in her eyes, as if she could see through Maeve's heart.

She knew that Maeve was just pretending to be herself, and that she was still the kind and brave Maeve in her heart.

"Come On," Irina said to Maeve, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

She hopes Maeve will stop pretending and face her inner self bravely.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that Maeve could return to her former self.

"Afraid of being seen with me? Afraid of asking for help?"

I have to say, Irina still understands Maeve.

Her words struck Maeve's heart, leaving her speechless for a moment.

Maeve's heart was filled with fear and anxiety. She was really afraid of being seen with Irina, and afraid of other people's eyes and discussions.

She was also afraid to seek help because she felt she was beyond help.

"I'm just scared!" There was a tremor in Maeve's voice, and her eyes revealed helplessness and despair.

She felt that she had fallen into an impossible situation and didn't know how to escape.

Her heart was full of contradictions and pain, and she didn't know what to do.

Looking at Maeve like this, Irina shook her head and left.

Her heart was filled with disappointment and helplessness, and she felt that she could no longer help Maeve.

Her steps were a little heavy, and every step seemed like she was under tremendous pressure.

She thought to herself, maybe this is the end of their relationship.

To be honest, seeing Maeve's awkward look, Irina was a little angry inside.

She thought Maeve was too stubborn and unwilling to accept help from others.

Her heart was filled with worry, not knowing what Maeve would become in the future.

Maeve was also very depressed. She watched Irina leave, feeling lost and lonely.

She felt abandoned by the world and that no one could understand her pain and struggle.

Her eyes revealed a sense of confusion and helplessness, and she didn't know where to go.

When she turned around, she found that Cornett was still filming her.

Suddenly, a surge of anger surged in her heart. She stretched out her hand angrily, pointed at Cornett and asked: "Are you still filming me? Cornett?"

There was anger and resentment in her voice; she felt her privacy was being invaded.

"I told you to turn off the damn camera!" Maeve continued angrily.

There was a sense of majesty and anger in her eyes, as if she was warning Cornette not to challenge her bottom line.

Cornett quickly said, "We just stopped, and we are preparing to shoot the next segment!"

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, and he was obviously frightened by Maeve's momentum.

"Damn bitch!" Maeve cursed and walked away. Her heart was filled with anger and dissatisfaction. She felt that she was being treated like a toy and at the mercy of others.

She walked quickly, as if she was escaping from this place that made her feel depressed and painful.

Cornett did not forget to shout and remind the cameraman: "Camera No. 2, shoot that building."

There was a professional indifference in his eyes, as if the conflict just now was just a minor episode to him.

Seeing that Maeve had really left, Cornett stopped pretending. "Okay, we can stop now, everyone."

There was a sense of ease and relief in his voice, as if he had accomplished a mission.

There was a sense of pride in his eyes, he felt that he had successfully captured some valuable images.

. . . . . . .

In the hypnotist's house, the atmosphere was tense and depressing. Kimiko had just been stimulated and was now curled up under the table, her body trembling slightly.

Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, as if everything around her posed a threat to her.

Frankie stood outside, looking at Kimiko helplessly. His heart was filled with worry, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

"It's okay! Everything is okay." Frankie said softly, with a slight tremor in his voice.

He knew that this sentence might not have any effect, but it was the only way he could comfort Kimiko.

He clenched his hands into fists, silently blaming himself for not protecting Kimiko.

At this moment, Butcher knocked on the door, and the sound was particularly loud in the silent room.

When Ximei heard the knock on the door, she tensed up. Her body was tense and her eyes showed a hint of fear. Fortunately, Frankie looked at her and gave her a comforting look.

Ximei then relaxed a little, but her heart was still filled with anxiety.

MM came to the door and slowly opened it. He sighed, looked at Butcher and said, "You two." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

When Butcher came in, his eyes immediately fell on Metzmer.

"Metzmo!" He waved with a fake smile on his face, "Hello~"

Then he added, "I'm your loyal fan!" As soon as he said this, even a fool could tell it was fake.

Metzmer just glanced at him calmly without saying anything. Butcher saw this and stopped pretending.

"I'll come over and talk to you soon." After that, he looked at MM and said in a low voice: "Look, we have to kill him now."

MM shook her head and said firmly, "We don't have to kill him!"

There was a hint of determination and rationality in his eyes. "Listen, I made a deal with that guy.

He keeps it a secret so he can see his daughter. He is just a father with a daughter.”

But Butcher didn't think so. He looked at MM and said in disbelief: "He is a superhuman with a daughter! What on earth were you thinking when you came here? You are not that stupid!"

Butcher was filled with anger and anxiety. He felt that MM's decision was too risky.

Metzmo looked at the two people talking secretly and felt very nervous.

His hands were clasped together tightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

He didn't know what decision these two people would make towards him, and his heart was filled with fear.

MM obviously disagrees with Butcher's extreme philosophy. "Sometimes, if you treat others as human beings, you can get more help!"

MM's words made Butcher a little moved, but more of a helpless person.

He turned around, looked at Metzmer, and said humorously, "Nice decoration!"

"Serial killers from the 1980s! I like it." At the same time, Butcher took off his coat, as if preparing for the next action.

Under Butcher's arrangement, Frankie tried to coax Kimiko out again.

He slowly squatted down, looked at Kimiko tenderly, and said softly: "Kimiko, it's okay, come out."

Kimiko held Frankie's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. Her heart was filled with fear, and only Frankie's hand could give her a sense of security.

With Butcher, MM, and Hughie watching, Metzmer extended his hand again, motioning for Kimiko to hold it.

Kimiko looked at Metzmer's hand, her heart full of resistance. She knew that holding Metzmer's hand would bring back bad memories, but she also knew that this was the only way.

She looked at Frankie, her eyes full of help.

Frankie gave her an encouraging look and nodded slightly.

Kimiko hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly put her hand in Metzmer's.

Her heart was filled with fear and anxiety, but she also knew that she had to face it bravely.

Soon, with Kimiko's patience, Metzmo finally saw some information that MM and the others wanted to know.

While sensing Kimiko's heart, he said, "There is a camp in the jungle."

"She's a soldier, with a flag and a regiment with a two-headed snake on it," Metzmer continued, closing his eyes.

"Two-headed snake? Like..." Butcher interrupted at this time and made a gesture.

Metzmer looked at it and nodded to confirm that it was a flag similar to the one Butcher had indicated.

"There are red rays behind it!"

Obviously, Butcher should know what this flag is, so Huey asked curiously: "What is that?"

"It's the flag of the Shining Light Army." MM explained to Hughie. Then, MM looked at Frankie and said, "Frankie! Your new girlfriend is a terrorist!!!"

Frankie also found it incredible. He looked at Kimiko with doubts in his eyes. "Is this true?" he asked.

Kimiko looked up and looked at him without saying a word. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, and she didn't know how to explain it all.

She just looked at Frankie silently, hoping he could understand her.

. . . . . . .

On the other hand, under the intense work of the crew and Madeline's earnest pleas, although Homelander was a little reluctant in his heart, he still cooperated and finished the filming.

There wasn't much emotion on his face. He just mechanically completed every action as required, like an emotionless performance machine.

After the shooting, the native felt an inexplicable emptiness. He wandered aimlessly around the house where he was shooting, his steps were a little heavy, and every step seemed to be thinking about something.

His eyes were sometimes empty, and sometimes flashed with a barely perceptible confusion.

When he walked to the side of the trash can, an ordinary bag caught his sight.

The bag was haphazardly dumped in the trash with a note on it reading "Homelander - Blanket - Unusable".

The eyes of the motherland were instantly attracted, and an indescribable sense of familiarity came over them.

He stretched out his hand slowly, his fingers trembling slightly, as if this simple action required a lot of his strength.

He gently grabbed the bag and carefully lifted it out of the trash can.

His movements were so gentle, as if he was holding an invaluable treasure in his hands.

Homelander opened the bag and slowly took out the blanket.

The texture of the blanket was a bit rough, but he held it tightly in his hand, as if he was grabbing the last straw.

His eyes softened and his thoughts were drawn back to the distant past.

Once, when he was a little boy, he had a similar blue blanket.

At that time, he was completely different from other children.

While other children enjoyed the love of their parents in a warm family and played freely in the vast world, his childhood was spent in a cold laboratory.

The white floor exuded a pungent smell of disinfectant, which made people feel extremely depressed. The walls were also white, without any decoration, like a huge cage.

Even the door was white, and the glass window above was like a cold eye, always watching his every move.

The thin fellow sat alone in the room, with only a blanket to keep him company.

He hugged the blanket tightly, as if it was his only friend. In that world without warmth and love, the blanket gave him a little comfort.

He would put his face on the blanket, feeling the softness, as if he could forget all the pain around him. (End of this chapter)