Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

Chapter 247

“It’s all your choice.”

There was no pressure in Frankie's voice, but his slightly furrowed brows and dimmed eyes revealed his inner disappointment.

He stood there quietly, looking at Kimiko motionlessly, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Just give me a nod and we'll go to the airport now!"

There was a hint of urgency and anticipation in Frankie's tone.

His eyes were fixed on Kimiko, his hands were trembling slightly, as if he was longing for her response.

Hearing what Frankie said, Kimiko slowly turned her head and looked at Frankie.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, including hesitation, confusion, and a hint of reluctance.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Frankie nodded at her, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

His heart beat faster involuntarily, as if waiting for the verdict of fate.

Kimiko said nothing, nor nodded. She just silently reached out and held Frankie's hand.

Her hands were trembling slightly, as if conveying her inner anxiety.

Then, Kimiko continued watching TV as if nothing had happened.

Her eyes were focused and calm, without any disturbance. Frankie stood there blankly, feeling Kimiko's warmth in his hands, but his heart was filled with loss and helplessness.

He didn't know what to do and could only accompany Kimiko silently.

. . . . . .

"No, baby, why are you doing this to me?"

MM's voice was full of grievance and confusion.

She held the phone tightly, her brows furrowed, her eyes revealing disappointment and helplessness.

"Because if you watch that episode of Downton Abbey, I'll be one episode behind. And then we won't be able to watch the show together!"

There was a hint of urgency in MM's tone, and her body leaned forward slightly, as if she was trying to convince Monique on the other end of the phone.

"Just wait until I get home and watch it."

MM said to Monica, pleadingly.

Her eyes were full of anticipation and her hands were tightly holding the phone, as if it was the only connection between her and Monica.

At this time, Butcher returned to the stronghold.

When MM saw him, she immediately lied into the phone, "There's another fight in the yard, honey, I have to hang up!"

A trace of panic flashed across MM's eyes. She quickly hung up the phone and put it aside.

After hanging up the phone, MM looked at Butcher expectantly and asked, "How was the meeting with Renee?"

MM's eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation, her body leaning forward slightly, as if eager for Butcher's answer.

"It's over," Butcher said unhappily.

His face was gloomy and his eyes were full of anger and disappointment.

His hands were clenched into fists, as if he was suppressing his inner anger.

At this time, Frankie also let go of Kimiko's hand and walked over.

"what?"

he asked, looking at Butcher.

Frankie's eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was worried about their future.

"She said she was scared."

Butcher said. His voice was low and helpless, as if he was telling of an unchangeable fate.

"But why? Did you tell her everything?"

MM asked in confusion.

MM's eyes were full of confusion and anxiety, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was thinking about the answer to this question.

"I said it. I told you everything."

Butcher looked at MM and said, his eyes were full of helplessness and frustration, as if he felt that his efforts were not worth it.

"I even showed her the sample of Compound No. 5."

Butcher was also helpless. His voice was full of fatigue and disappointment, as if he had gone through a long battle but got nothing in return.

"She said she couldn't approve those actions against Vought. The risk was too great."

There was a hint of helplessness and frustration in Butcher's tone, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was worried about their future.

"Well, she said that?"

MM didn't quite believe Butcher's lies. MM's eyes were full of suspicion and distrust, and her brows were furrowed, as if she was thinking about the answer to this question.

"Damn spineless bastard!"

Butcher cursed. His eyes were full of anger and disappointment, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Then we are dead!"

Frankie stared at the two of them with wide eyes. His eyes were full of fear and despair, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was worried about their future.

"No, it's not."

Butcher said. His eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if he was looking for a glimmer of hope for their future.

"To hell with them! We don't need them! This room has everything and everyone we need!"

There was anger and determination in Butcher's voice, and confidence and determination in his eyes.

Listening to Butcher's nonsense, MM and Frankie looked at each other.

Their eyes were full of doubt and uneasiness, as if they were wondering whether Butcher's words were credible.

"Let's take down Vought International ourselves! Okay?"

Butcher put forward his suggestion. Butcher's eyes were full of expectation and confidence, as if he was looking for a glimmer of hope for their future.

Frankie and MM didn't say anything. At this time, Butcher also discovered that Huey was missing.

There was a hint of doubt and uneasiness in Butcher's eyes, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about where the Hueys were going.

. . . . . .

Inside the stairwell, hypnotist Metzmer held the phone tightly in his hand, looking a little nervous.

He frowned slightly, his mind full of thoughts, wondering what the outcome of this call would be.

"I'm Tina Michelle from the Child Protection and Maternity Unit. Please leave a message."

The voice of the caregiver who had arranged for him to meet his daughter came from the phone.

"Tina, this is Metzmer. We met earlier. Um, Cleo didn't want to see me today. She only saw me out of courtesy."

Metzmer's voice was a little low, and there was a hint of loss in his words.

He sighed softly, his eyes full of helplessness.

"I'm pretty good at reading people's minds, so..."

He paused, as if hesitating whether to continue.

"You don't have to call me. You don't have to contact me, just...it's okay. Just please take care of her for me. Thank you."

After saying that, Metzmo slowly hung up the phone. His hands dropped weakly, his heart filled with melancholy.

He continued to climb the stairs, his steps slightly heavy.

Every step seemed to carry his thoughts, step by step towards the unknown.

Soon, Metzmer reached the top floor.

"Sorry, the elevator is broken," he said as he walked towards his countryman who was waiting for him on the top floor.

There was a hint of apology on his face, but also a bit of caution.

"You may not remember me, but we've met before."

Metzmer said to Homelander. After that, he stretched out his hand with a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he hoped to establish some kind of connection with Homelander.

But I don't know if it is intended to read the inner thoughts of my fellow countrymen.

Homelander just looked at him coldly and didn't extend his hand.

Metzmer's hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air, and he instantly realized that his little trick had been seen through by his fellow countrymen.

He quickly said, "Oh, I will never try to see into your heart!"

His tone was filled with urgency and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

"Let's make this clear first!"

Homelander interrupted him at this point.

"I don't know you, and I don't want to know you!"

The words of his native countryman were cold and decisive, which made Metzmer's heart tighten.

"The locomotive said you had some information. That's the only reason I came to see you."

Metzmer didn't care when he heard the cold words from his homelander.

He nodded and said, "Yes." There was a glimmer of confidence in his eyes, as if he felt that the information he possessed would arouse the interest of his people.

"We met on the set of 'Young People' and we still keep in touch."

Metzmer talks about his relationship with the locomotive, trying to get closer to his fellow countrymen.

The Homelander listened and said impatiently: "Oh my God! What makes you think I care about this?"

His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of disgust. "Do you have any information for me?"

The words of the native successfully shut Metzmo up. "Yes."

Metzmer said humbly. His voice lowered, with a hint of flattery.

"He said you were looking for a Frenchman."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone.

His movements were somewhat anxious, as if he wanted to demonstrate his worth as quickly as possible. Inside was a photo of Frankie.

"And a black man."

With a swipe of the finger, the screen switched to MM's photo.

"A skinny white guy and an English guy."

After saying that, Metzmo handed the phone directly to Homelander and asked him to check it himself.

His eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that his countrymen would be interested in his information.

"Where did these come from?"

asked the Homelander.

"This was taken by a low-quality camera in my doorbell box, which cost me $85."

Metzmer answered truthfully. There was a hint of pride in his eyes, as if he felt that his efforts had been rewarded.

"I know there will be no reward. But I hope you can put in a good word for me and Vought International?"

Sure enough, everyone has a purpose for what they do.

“I am willing to accept any position.”

Seeing that his countrymen ignored him, he turned around. Metzmer was a little anxious.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of desire. "A salary under five figures is not bad!"

Metzmo lowered his requirements step by step.

The native thought he was too noisy and made a gesture to signal him to shut up.

Metzmer was so frightened by the ferocious look on his countryman's face that he dared not speak.

His body was trembling slightly and his eyes were full of fear.

However, after a while, he finally found the courage to say, "I just want to be a good guy again!"

There was a firmness in his voice and a desire to be understood in his eyes.

But Homelander didn't listen to him at all. Instead, he looked at the photo of Butcher on his phone and fell into deep thought.

I feel like I've seen this man somewhere before.

Afterwards, without caring about Metzmo, Homelander soared into the sky and left the rooftop.

Metzmo felt very unhappy as he watched his countrymen disappear into the sky.

He frowned and complained, "That's my phone."

His eyes were full of helplessness and disappointment, as if all his efforts were in vain.

. . . . . .

Eight years ago.

At a Christmas party, bright lights sprinkled on the gorgeously decorated venue. Maeve walked gracefully through the venue with a glass of red wine in her hand.

Her eyes were bright, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she seemed to have her own light with a smile on her face. Many guests paid attention to her when they saw her.

At this time, Maeve still felt a little bit of enjoyment for the hustle and bustle and the attention. She raised her chin slightly, took confident steps, and enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, as if she were the queen of this world.

On the other side, the invisible man was wearing Santa Claus' clothes, and it seemed as if Santa Claus' clothes were suspended in the air, walking unsteadily in the venue.

"Merry Christmas! Who's being naughty?"

His voice was a little drunken, and his body swayed slightly as he spoke, as if he really was a drunk Santa Claus.

His peculiar appearance attracted a lot of people's attention. People looked at this strange "Santa Claus" curiously, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

At this time, Madeline was discussing with Shenhai his position in Water International.

Madeline's eyes were full of shrewdness and calculation. She gestured and said, "This is the core of your brand image! Let's take a photo."

After saying that, Madeline stood next to Shenhai, leaning slightly towards him, as if demonstrating their close cooperation.

Shenhai nodded, "I love taking pictures!"

His face was filled with an excited smile and his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Hey!"

Madeline called out to the photographer, her hand raised slightly, her movements quick and decisive.

The photographer came over and Madeline and Shenhai immediately posed. Madeline raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a perfect smile, while Shenhai straightened his chest, showing his confidence.

"Okay, that's enough, smile!"

With a click, the photo was taken.

"One more piece!"

Madeline said to the photographer, her eyes full of anticipation, hoping to take a more perfect photo.

"Okay!" The photographer responded and pressed the shutter again.

The camera turns and Butcher looked much younger eight years ago.

He was holding a glass of champagne in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

He walked towards his wife Becca with brisk steps.

"Hey, beauty~"

His tone was a little frivolous and there was a wicked smile on his face.

Becca turned around and saw Butcher, her eyes full of tenderness and love.

"Vodka soda, without the soda."