Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

Outside the glass window on the door, there would be people in the laboratory observing the young motherland through the glass.

Their eyes were cold and emotionless, as if they were looking at an experimental subject rather than a flesh-and-blood child.

The Homelanders had no idea what they were looking at, or why they were there.

He just accepted it all ignorantly. From time to time, he would give a knowing smile to the experimenters who were conducting various experiments on him.

He thought that as long as he behaved well, he would get their love.

However, as time went on, the people of Homeland gradually understood their situation.

He began to realize that he was different from others and that he was a monster imprisoned in a laboratory.

His heart was filled with anger and pain, but he had no place to vent. He could only hug the blanket tightly and cry alone in the dark.

Recalling these past events, the motherland's heart was very complicated. His eyes flashed with a trace of pain, anger, and helplessness.

He didn't know why he had such a fate and why he had to endure so much pain.

He hated those who used him as a test subject and hated the injustice of this world.

But at the same time, he was full of gratitude for the blanket because it was the only warmth in his childhood.

Homelander held the blanket tightly, as if to hold all the pain in his hands.

His body was trembling slightly, and the emotions in his heart were like surging waves that could not calm down.

He didn't know where to go or what the future would be like.

He only knew that this blanket was his only connection with the past and a pain in his heart that could never be erased.

. . . . . .

In the hypnotist's house, the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

Kimiko sat there quietly, moving the watercolor pen in her hand slowly across the white paper, drawing strange patterns.

Her eyes were focused yet confused, as if she was immersed in her own world.

Frankie stood aside, staring intently at Kimiko.

His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, and he was unwilling to believe that Kimiko was a terrorist.

"There must be something else going on here!" he couldn't help but say, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

He looked at Kimiko, his eyes full of expectation, hoping that she could prove her innocence.

Butcher had a serious look on his face. He glanced at Frankie and said firmly, "Yes, she is. Damn it. You have to control her!"

His eyes were full of vigilance, as if Kimiko could become a dangerous enemy at any time.

MM also speculated, "Well, they smuggled in a top extremist recruit. And then injected her with Compound Five."

His voice was low and calm as he analyzed the possibilities of the situation.

Hearing this, Butcher took over: "Then when she's ready, let her out to wreak havoc."

There was a hint of anger in his eyes, and he was dissatisfied with the behavior of Water International.

"She won't," Frankie said, shaking his head, his voice full of determination.

He looked at Kimiko with full trust in his heart. He believed that Kimiko was not a bad person, she was just involved in this conspiracy.

"Wait! Why would Walter inject Compound No. 5 into the terrorists?" Hughie didn't quite understand the logic behind it, and his voice was full of confusion.

MM explained to Huey at this time: "Because the only thing scarier than terrorists is superhuman terrorists."

His voice was calm and rational as he analyzed Vought International's motives.

"And the only way to deal with them is..." Before MM could finish, Butcher took over: "Use the damn Homelander Sergeant!"

There was anger in his voice, and he was dissatisfied with Vought International's actions.

"Now, we have to let those bastards into the army!" There was a hint of helplessness in Butcher's voice. He knew that this was a dangerous game, but they had to participate in it.

In an instant, Water International's plan was clearly displayed in front of the black robe patrol team.

"Those bastards are creating super villains! Maybe there are more super villains! God knows how many!"

Butcher said excitedly, with a hint of madness in his eyes. This is a huge handle for Vought International! Butcher had no reason not to be excited.

After hearing the news, Huey found it a little difficult to breathe.

This was too terrifying for him.

There was fear in his voice; he had no idea what the consequences of this conspiracy would be.

MM at the side said at this time: "Well, this is a disaster, even for us."

His voice was low and serious, and he knew they were in great danger.

"No, no, no, please listen to me!" Franky interrupted at this time, his voice full of urgency.

If she continues to talk like this, Kimiko will become an unforgivable villain.

"Maybe this is just the super villain that Vought International wants her to be, but she's not that kind of person! This is not what she wants!"

His eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that everyone would believe Kimiko.

Butcher then asked back: "You know this, did she tell you?" His eyes were full of suspicion, he didn't believe what Frankie said.

Hearing Butcher say this, Frenchie got angry. "She saved my life! She's not a bad person! She just wanted to go home!"

There was anger in his voice, he felt Butcher shouldn't doubt Kimiko.

Butcher looked at Frankie and thought he was crazy.

"She's a freaking parahuman! Just like every other parahuman! How many times do I have to tell her that!?"

There was helplessness in his voice; he knew that the existence of superhumans posed a huge threat to them.

Frankie was speechless after being scolded by Butcher.

Furious, he came to Kimiko and said, "Honey, I know you can understand what I'm saying. Please! Tell them who you are!"

His voice was full of expectation, hoping that Kimiko could prove her innocence. "Tell them everything I saw!" His eyes were full of trust, he believed that Kimiko would not let him down.

Hearing this, Kimiko suddenly stood up.

Her movements were slow but powerful.

There was a hint of determination in her eyes, as if she had made up her mind.

She walked up to Butcher and gave him a fierce look.

Her eyes were full of anger, as if she was blaming Butcher for not believing her.

Then, Kimiko walked in front of the hypnotist Metzmer.

Her movements were gentle, as if asking for help. She took his hand, as if she wanted him to see something.

Her eyes were full of expectation, hoping that Metzme could understand her heart.

“She drew the moon and palm trees, that’s where she grew up!”

Metzmer sensed Kimiko's heart and told her what she wanted to say. His voice was low and mysterious, as if he was revealing a secret.

"They killed his parents and kidnapped her and her brother. They forced them to be soldiers. She just wanted to go back and rescue her brother."

Metzmer's voice was full of sympathy, he felt sorry for what Kimiko was going through.

"Her name is Kimiko!" Metzmo's voice was full of determination, and he proved Kimiko's innocence.

The truth came out. "Kimiko, I'm sorry, Kimiko." Frankie came to Kimiko.

His voice was filled with guilt and he regretted his doubts.

At this time, Kimiko's eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were full of sadness and grievance.

Butcher and MM didn't expect this to happen, and they were silent for a while.

Their hearts were filled with emotion and they felt sad for what happened to Kimiko.

"Okay, take her back to the safe house." Butcher admitted that Kimiko was not a bad person.

There was resignation in his voice, he knew they couldn't treat Kimiko as an enemy anymore.

After saying this, Butcher picked up his coat and prepared to go out. His movements were decisive, but he revealed a hint of fatigue.

He knew they were facing great danger, but they had to face it bravely.

"Where are you going?" MM asked, his voice full of worry.

"I'm going to see Rennie. We now have enough evidence for the CIA to take action." Butcher's voice was full of determination. He knew this was their only chance.

Then Butcher looked at Metzmer.

There was a hint of threat in his eyes, and he said firmly: "If you dare to tell others about what happened today, I will cut off your hands and stuff them through your skin."

There was anger in his voice and he would not allow anyone to reveal their secrets.

"Your hand will come out of your throat and wave at me. Got it?"

Butcher's voice was full of menace, and he hoped that Metzmer would understand what he meant.

The hypnotist was not frightened by Butcher's threatening words. Instead, he extended his hand in a friendly manner and wanted to shake hands with Butcher.

His eyes were full of confidence, as if he was not afraid of Butcher's threat. Of course, it was unknown whether he was using his ability secretly.

"Get lost! Bastard!" Butcher cursed and didn't shake hands with Metzmer. There was a hint of disgust in his eyes. He didn't like Metzmer's behavior.

Metzmer didn't care and shrugged. His eyes were full of helplessness. He knew Butcher didn't like him, but he had no choice. He just wanted to help Kimiko and prove her innocence.

. . . . . .

At the gas station, Shenhai stood quietly beside his small jeep, watching the gasoline from the gas pump slowly flow into the fuel tank.

His eyes were somewhat empty, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, the sound of news inside the convenience store attracted his attention.

He tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the convenience store.

"Some controversial news today, Deepsea publicly apologized."

The news anchor's voice came clearly into his ears.

"I realize that my actions have caused Starlight a lot of pain..."

The TV was playing the words he had recorded earlier.

There was a complicated expression on Shenhai's face, including guilt, helplessness, and a hint of regret for the past.

Just then, a loud "bang!" was heard.

Shenhai turned around suddenly and saw that the window of his jeep was smashed.

His eyes widened instantly, and anger and shock surged in his heart.

It turned out that it was done by a passerby who had an angry look on his face and a look of disgust in his eyes.

Not only did he smash Shen Hai's car window, he also rolled down the window and cursed at Shen Hai.

"Go to hell! You damn fishman!" The man's voice was sharp and harsh, full of malice.

Shenhai's body was trembling slightly and his hands were clenched into fists.

He felt deeply hurt in his heart, and a feeling of humiliation and discrimination came over him.

He wanted to rush up to the man and argue with him, but his mind told him not to do that.

He had no choice but to give the other person a thumbs up and said, "Keep speaking your truth!"

There was a tremor in his voice, filled with anger and helplessness.

Shenhai's heart is full of contradictions and pain.

He knows his past behavior was wrong, but he is trying to change.

However, the prejudice and discrimination from others made him feel extremely depressed.

He looked at the man who drove away, his heart filled with helplessness and sadness.

He didn't know how much more malice and attacks he would have to endure, but he knew that he had to persevere, for his own future and for those who had been hurt by him.

. . . . . .

Butcher stood in front of the table, frowning and looking at the ornaments on the table, his eyes full of disgust.

“Never understood the significance of this thing, to me they will always look like grandpa’s balls.

"It made a crackling sound when blown by the wind." As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, as if he was recalling some unbearable scene.

When Susan heard Butcher say this, her face turned red instantly, and she felt angry and annoyed.

She quickly stretched out her hands and picked up the ornaments, her movements somewhat flustered.

Her heart was filled with anger. This Butcher was always so rude and disrespectful.

Susan stared at Butcher closely, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes. "Do you have Compound No. 5?"

Her voice was a little anxious, and her heart was full of anticipation and anxiety.

She knew the importance of Compound No. 5, and if Butcher really had it, then they might be able to uncover Vought International's conspiracy.

Butcher was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I got Compound No. 5."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket, took out an envelope, and gently placed it on the table.

His movements were steady, but his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness. He knew that the contents of the envelope could change the fate of many people.

"There's evidence that Vought International is injecting this shit into babies across the country."

Butcher's voice was low and serious, his heart filled with anger and worry.

He knew how cruel and evil Vought International's actions were, and he had to stop them.

"There is something even more terrifying than this!" Butcher looked at Susan and kept her in suspense. (End of this chapter)