Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

Then, Butcher leaned over to Becca, leaning slightly, and whispered, "The drinks are free, but the food is terrible."

His brows were slightly furrowed, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

"Yellowfin tuna raw meat, it's really hell!"

It was obvious that Butcher no longer had the patience to stay any longer.

Beijia had no choice but to comfort him: "Okay, I'll shake hands with a few more people, and then we'll leave here."

Her eyes were full of tenderness and understanding.

Then, she saw Butcher took a big sip of wine. "Don't drink so much, I want you to be at your best!"

Beijia said with a smile, a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"In the best condition." Butcher looked at Becca and smiled, his eyes full of love and expectation.

"I like that suggestion."

Butcher continued, his voice low and gentle.

"is it?"

Becca asked, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes."

Butcher said affirmatively, his eyes firm and determined.

"Merry Christmas!"

In the cheerful festive atmosphere, the voice of the Homelander suddenly rang out, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly interrupting Butcher and Becca who were about to get intimate.

Butcher and Becca turned their heads at the same time, with surprise and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed in their eyes.

The Homelander stood there, his posture upright, like a high god. He stretched out his finger, slowly pointed at Becca, tilted his head slightly, thought for a moment and said: "Becca!"

Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, "New senior director of digital marketing!"

Becca's eyes widened in disbelief. She never expected that her countrymen, who were so high up in the world, would know her and remember her position accurately. She was flattered and asked, "Yes, how did you know?"

At this moment, Becca's heart was like a wave stirred by a strong wind, surging. She twisted her fingers nervously, leaning forward slightly, waiting for her countryman's answer.

"I have my own sources," said Homelander mysteriously.

After saying that, his eyes lightly swept across Beijia's chest, "Also, your nameplate." He pointed at the nameplate on Beijia's chest.

Beijia realized her stupidity and felt embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes flickered in panic, and she stammered, "Yes, there is that..."

In the end, she could only smile foolishly to try to ease the awkward atmosphere. Becca fiddled with the corners of her clothes uncomfortably, feeling annoyed at her own loss of composure.

In order to change the subject, Becca patted Butcher on the side and said with a hint of pride: "This is my husband, Billy."

Butcher stood there, his expression somewhat stiff, looking at Homelander with a hint of caution in his eyes.

The Homelander extended his hand, smiled and said, "Nice to meet you!"

Butcher hesitated, but finally reached out and shook Homelander's hand. "Nice to meet you, Billy Butcher."

Butcher's voice was low and powerful, and his palm tightly grasped Homelander's hand, as if they were competing secretly.

After the routine, Homelander turned to look at Becca, his eyes full of expectation. Not wanting to talk to Butcher for even a second, he continued to talk to Becca: "Becca, you are responsible for my takeover, right?"

Becca nodded and asked in confusion, "Yes. Did you see it?"

Homelander nodded affirmatively, "I like it very much."

"Oh, thank you." Beijia was flattered, her voice trembled slightly, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you!" said the Homelander, shaking his head.

Butcher also asked curiously at this time: "What did you take over?"

Becca looked at Butcher, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and said, "Walter's Little South Bird account."

"Yes, your extremely smart wife did all the work!" the countryman exclaimed.

His eyes were full of admiration, as if Becca was a precious work of art.

"She posted my pictures and wrote my messages. Outstanding!" Homelander continued to pat the horses, obviously with ulterior motives.

"Okay, so everyone thought it was you up there, but it was actually Becca?" Butcher asked Homelander, translating it in his own understanding. "A bit deceptive, isn't it?"

There was a hint of doubt in Butcher's eyes, his brows slightly furrowed, staring at Homelander closely.

Seeing Butcher was about to do something bad, Becca immediately made amends: "No, Butcher, this is my job! Because Homelander is busy saving lives!"

Becca's eyes were full of anxiety, and she held Butcher's arm tightly, as if begging him to stop talking.

"It's okay. This... you're right. It's a little dishonest."

As if to make a good impression on Becca, Homelander restrained his temper. His expression became gentler, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.

"But I'm totally not good at this. So let's leave it to the experts." The words of the Chinese even have a hint of humility.

"Listen, I want to talk to you alone. About organizing the rest of my social media."

The Homelander's eyes were fixed on Becca, full of anticipation.

Beijia was overjoyed, she knew her chance had come. "Really?" Her voice was trembling, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Homelander nodded, "Of course it's true!"

“My dad used to say, surround yourself with people who are smarter than you are.”

Hearing the compliments from her countrymen, Becca couldn't help but smile. Her heart was filled with pride, as if she was the smartest person in the world.

"My significant other is calling me, but maybe we can talk tomorrow?"

Homelander looked at Maeve who was waving at him from a distance and said.

"That sounds great! Thank you!" Beijia naturally didn't want to miss this opportunity. If she could get on the same page with her fellow countrymen, it would mean that her upward path in Water International would be smooth sailing.

But she didn't know what was waiting for her behind the scenes.

"Thank you!" said the motherland with a smile.

Then he reached out and shook Butcher's hand again and said, "Nice to meet you, man!"

Butcher responded by saying, "Nice to meet you!"

"I like your accent," Homelander said to Butcher before leaving.

Watching Homelander leave, Butcher couldn't help but complain: "How can he walk around in that sweaty suit all day?"

Butcher's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of disgust.

"His... was pressed like a pancake against his thighs."

Hearing Butcher's rude words, Becca couldn't help but open her mouth.

Her eyes were full of shock and dissatisfaction, she couldn't believe Butcher would say such a thing at this time.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! You promised me you'd behave!"

Becca said as she pressed her finger against Butcher's mouth.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and worry, afraid that Butcher's words would be heard by others.

"Let's get out of here!" Butcher mentioned.

"Really?" Becca asked back.

"Yes." Butcher said, and the two of them were almost sticking together.

Butcher's eyes were full of desire, he stared at Becca closely, as if he wanted to melt her in his gaze.

Beijia's cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes flickered with shyness and expectation. She bit her lips lightly and nodded slightly.

Butcher's heart was filled with ecstasy. He held Becca's hand tightly as if he was holding the whole world.

Hand in hand, they slowly left this dramatic place and walked towards their future.

. . . . . .

Water International.

In the meeting room of the Super Seven, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people feel breathless.

The decorative paintings on the walls seemed to have lost their former glory, watching everything in the room in silence.

On the TV was a picture of Hughie, Frankie, MM, Butcher and Kimiko.

Those photos, like silent accusations, exude a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

Homelander walked slowly in front of these photos, and his footsteps were particularly clear in the silent conference room.

Each step felt heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

His face was very solemn, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

That resolute face was now shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his body trembled slightly.

He turned slowly and looked at the photos again.

His eyes were fixed on the photo of Butcher, his eyes full of confusion and thought.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the person in the photo, as if trying to find the answer from the blurry image.

It seemed as if he had seen this person there before. This thought kept circling in his mind like a fly that couldn't be shaken off.

He tried hard to recall, his brain working rapidly, trying to dig out the familiar figure from the depths of his memory.

In an instant, all the past memories in my mind were dug out by my fellow countrymen.

Images flashed through his mind like a movie, and the forgotten details gradually became clearer. He also understood why Butcher targeted him. A feeling of sudden enlightenment came over him, and he couldn't help but smile at his own cleverness.

There was a hint of complacency in that smile, as if he had everything under control.

But behind this pride, there was a hint of uneasiness. He knew that this discovery meant more trouble was coming.

His eyes became more profound, and he was secretly calculating his next move.

. . . . . .

Inside a hotel.

The door was slowly pushed open by the waiter.

The light in the room was a little dim.

The old carpet smelled faintly of dust.

Shen Hai stood at the door.

He glanced at the room's layout with an unhappy look on his face.

He frowned slightly.

His eyes were full of disgust and disappointment.

The waiter keenly sensed Shen Hai's disdain and dissatisfaction.

His smile became a little stiff.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"I know it's not as fashionable as New York. But in a place like Sandusky, with a hero like you..."

The waiter struggled to form his words.

Trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

“Everyone at the local branch is excited!”

The waiter said.

While bowing slightly.

With a flattering smile on his face.

Shen Hai just glanced at him indifferently.

He nodded slightly.

Said "Okay."

His tone was flat.

Not a single ripple.

He was obviously very unhappy.

Shenhai's heart was filled with loss and resentment.

He didn't understand why he was transferred from headquarters to this remote branch.

And there hasn't been any promotion yet.

He felt ignored.

Abandoned.

This unfair treatment made him feel extremely bad.

"We now have Cedar Point. The largest roller coaster park in all of America! We're only a few hours from Cleveland and Toledo!"

The waiter was eager to introduce the local specialties.

Hope it will arouse the interest of the deep sea.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

As if waiting for a response from the deep sea.

"And Lake Erie? It's right here."

The waiter continued.

There was a hint of excitement in his voice.

However, Shenhai still looked unhappy.

His eyes stared into the distance with emptiness.

It was as if he didn't hear what the waiter said at all.

He folded his arms across his chest.

The body is slightly stiff.

Obviously has no interest in these so-called features.

"You want to swim?"

the waiter asked cautiously.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Yes."

Shen Hai still said with no interest.

His voice was low and weak.

It seems like I have lost enthusiasm for everything.

Suddenly, the waiter seemed to remember something.

He hurriedly took out a card from his pocket.

Handed it to the deep sea.

Shen Hai looked at him suspiciously.

Asked: "What is this?"

"Here is your travel allowance, $75 per day."

The waiter said.

There was a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

I hope Deepsea will be satisfied with this.

"Grocery store? Just down this street."

The waiter added.

He pointed toward the street outside the door.

Trying to give some guidance to the deep sea.

Shen Hai asked in disbelief: "So, I cook for myself?"

His frown deepened.

The dissatisfaction in my heart grew stronger.

“There’s a Dairy Queen, too.”

The waiter quickly added.

Hopefully we can salvage some of the situation.

"Like something like 'snowstorm'?"

Deepsea asked.

There was a hint of doubt in his tone.

"That's right!"

The waiter affirmed.

A relieved smile appeared on his face.

"What about my crime patrol route?"

Shenhai continued to ask.

There was a glimmer of seriousness in his eyes.

"I think the best thing is to go out and punish crime."

Hearing this question from Deep Sea.

The waiter said quickly.

His body straightened slightly.

Seems a little nervous.

"There is nothing criminal about the Sanda driver!"

The waiter quickly explained.

"I mean, we're not some smoky place like Akron." (End of chapter)