Plunder the Heavens from American Comics

After saying that, the girl also stopped moving. The two looked at each other for a while. Shen Hai's eyes were full of anger and disappointment, as if he felt sad for his own experience.

Shenhai said, "Okay, listen, I think you should probably leave." His voice was full of helplessness and determination, as if he was making a decision for his own dignity.

But the girl didn't get up. Instead, she smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm not going anywhere, you little pervert! Lie down!" Her voice was full of sarcasm and commands, which made people feel angry.

Shen Hai was a little puzzled. Where did this woman get her confidence from? His heart was filled with doubts and anger, as if he felt that his experience was unfair.

Seeing that Shen Hai did not move, the girl continued, "I said, lie down!" Her voice was full of threats and commands, which made people feel scared.

After she finished speaking, she used her other hand to grab Shen Hai's neck and pressed him down on the sofa. Her action was decisive and powerful, which surprised people.

Then the other hand, regardless of the deep sea's dissatisfaction, began to reach into the deep sea fish's gills.

"Oh my god!" Shen Hai didn't know what it felt like for a moment, whether it was pain or comfort. His voice was full of pain and confusion, as if he was confused about what happened to him.

"Yes, do you like it?" The girl looked at the deep sea and kept asking. Her voice was full of sarcasm and excitement, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Shen Hai's brain was a little out of order at this time, and he had no idea how to answer. His heart was filled with pain and confusion, as if he felt helpless about his own experience.

"You little pervert!" The girl cursed Shen Hai while picking at his gills. Her voice was filled with anger and disgust, which made people feel scared.

"Do you like your gills stroked?" she asked the deep.

But Shenhai had no way to answer her and could only keep saying, "Oh my God!" His voice was full of pain and helplessness, as if he was feeling sad for his own experience.

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8th Street Subway Station. This place seems to be a corner forgotten by time, with an old atmosphere permeating every corner.

Exit A, Exit C, and Exit E, the three exits are like silent watchmen, witnessing the coming and going of people and carrying the vicissitudes of time.

The lighting here is a little dim, and the weak light is trying hard to illuminate this slightly gloomy space.

Metzmo was in disguise. His figure seemed a little blurry in the dim environment, as if he was deliberately hiding his presence.

His body was slightly hunched, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. His slightly bent back was like a silent mountain, carrying his inner fear and anxiety.

He was wearing a baseball cap, the dark color of which seemed to blend in with the dim environment.

He held a drink in his hand, his fingers tightly gripping the cup as if it was his only support.

The drink in the cup gave off a slight chill, and he seemed to be looking for a sense of security from that chill, trying to calm himself down.

And a newly bought train ticket, the ticket was shaking slightly in his hand, showing his inner uneasiness.

The train ticket seemed to be his life-saving straw, but it also made him feel extremely anxious.

Sudden.

He stopped and stared blankly ahead, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the most terrifying enemy.

Butcher looked at him fiercely, his eyes flashing with anger and hatred, as if he wanted to eat Metzmer alive.

When Butcher saw that Metzmer had discovered him, he didn't care. Instead, he showed a faint, sarcastic smile.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, that smile was full of disdain and provocation. That smile was like a sharp blade, piercing Metzmer's heart.

Metzger naturally turned and ran away, his movements flustered and hurried, like a frightened rabbit.

His footsteps were running hurriedly on the ground, making a rapid sound. Like a frightened rabbit, he just wanted to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Butcher followed him slowly, his steps steady and powerful, as if he was enjoying the game of chase.

He walked at a leisurely pace, as if everything was under his control and as if he was not afraid of him getting lost.

Metzmer kept running. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed like a struggle.

His heart was beating like a drum, and the violent heartbeat echoed in his ears, as if reminding him of the dangerous situation. Then he hid in a toilet.

There was a pungent smell in the toilet. It was disgusting, like the worst smell in the world.

The lights were dim, and the weak light could barely illuminate the small space.

He found a toilet cubicle and sat on the toilet. The cold touch of the toilet made him feel a little chilly, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

Lock the door, as if this can give you a sense of security.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

Then he tried his best to control his breathing, hoping not to make too much noise and attract attention from outside.

His heart was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he was waiting for the judgment of fate.

Butcher kicked the door of the cell open. The huge sound echoed in the small space, making people tremble with fear.

The sound was like thunder, breaking the silence.

Butcher looked at the girl inside. Butcher's eyes were full of ridicule and mockery, which made people feel angry and helpless.

He smiled and said, "It was a pleasant poop? Really?"

His smile was full of sarcasm and mockery, as if he was mocking Metzmer's helplessness.

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Metzmer out of the room, and threw him heavily to the ground. His movements were decisive and powerful, as if he was venting his anger.

The heavy fall caused Metzmer to feel a sharp pain.

"I put a little tracker inside your leather swallow!"

Butcher joked. His voice was full of ridicule and sarcasm, making people feel angry and helpless.

The teasing tone seemed to be playing with Metzmer's fate.

As he said this, he took out a tracker from Metzmer.

He had secretly put this thing inside Metzmer's clothes. "Because, go to hell!" His eyes flashed with anger and hatred, as if he wanted to eat Metzmer alive.

Metzmer saw Butcher was about to beat him again.

He quickly said, "No! What do you expect me to do? They're from my country!" His voice was full of fear and helplessness, as if he was justifying his behavior.

The horrified voice echoed in this small space.

But Butcher didn't listen to him at all and punched Metzmer in the face.

His movements were decisive and powerful, as if he was venting his anger. The heavy punch made Metzmer feel dizzy.

Then, Metzmer randomly read some of Butcher's memories. Those memories flashed through his mind like fragments.

"Wait! No! I can help you!" Metzmer saw Butcher approaching him and wanted to hit him.

He spoke quickly. His voice was full of fear and helplessness, as if he was struggling for his life. That desperate voice made people feel sad.

But Butcher would not listen to his nonsense. He gave him an uppercut. His action was decisive and powerful, as if he was venting his anger.

That powerful punch caused Metzmer to fall to the ground.

Metzmer, who was lying on the ground, looked up at Butcher and said, "Your wife! Is she missing?"

His eyes were full of fear and helplessness, as if he was looking for the last straw to save his life. His helpless eyes made people feel sympathetic.

Hearing what Metzmer said, Butcher stopped moving. His heart was filled with shock and confusion, as if Metzmer's words had touched the pain deep in his heart.

At that moment, his world seemed to stop.

Seeing this, Metzmo quickly said, "I can help you find her!"

His voice was full of hope and expectation, as if he was fighting for his own life. That anxious voice echoed in this silent space.

Butcher didn't say anything. He reached out and helped Metzmer up. His movements were a little hesitant, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he grabbed Metzmer's head with both hands. His eyes were full of anger and hatred, as if he wanted to eat Metzmer alive. The angry look in his eyes was chilling.

Instantly, Metzmer sensed the thoughts in Butcher's mind. Those thoughts flooded into his mind like a surging tide.

He begged, "Please! I still have a daughter!" His voice was filled with fear and helplessness, as if he was struggling for his life. That desperate voice was heartbreaking.

But Butcher had no intention of letting him go. He used the sink to smash Metzmer's head against it repeatedly.

His movements were decisive and powerful, as if he was venting his anger. The cruel movements were unbearable to watch.

Soon, blood was gushing out of Metzmer's head. His skull was shattered. The bright red blood was particularly dazzling in the dim light.

His body fell limply to the ground, his eyes filled with despair and fear. The desperate look seemed to tell of his helplessness.

Seeing that Metzmer was dead, Butcher threw his body to the ground.

His eyes flashed with anger and hatred, as if he wanted to eat Metzmer alive. His face was ferocious. That ferocious expression made people feel terrified.

Butcher looked up and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were full of confusion and pain, as if he regretted his actions.

That confused look makes people feel his inner struggle.

Gradually he fell into memories. His heart was filled with pain and helplessness, as if he was troubled by the memories of the past.

Those memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

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Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. The crisp sound echoed in the silent space, as if breaking some kind of dull atmosphere.

Butcher opened the door, his movements were somewhat rough, as if he was filled with irritation. He saw a middle-aged woman wearing a black suit jacket, which was straight and solemn, and a white casual shirt inside, which looked simple and capable.

"I don't want anything, get out!" Butcher said to the woman, his voice full of impatience and anger, his eyes revealing a hint of disgust.

Before Butcher closed the door, the woman quickly said, "I'm here about your wife." Her voice was anxious and firm, and her eyes were flashing with anticipation.

Hearing this, Butcher stopped closing the door, his hands trembled slightly, as if this sentence touched a sensitive point deep in his heart. Looking back at the woman, his eyes were full of doubts and expectations.

After a while, in the living room, the light was dim, and the old furniture exuded the breath of time. Butcher sat on the sofa, his body slightly leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the monitor in the laptop.

"I believe this was taken a few days after you met the Homelander at the Christmas party?" the woman asked Butcher. Her voice was calm and steady, and her eyes revealed a hint of professionalism.

In the picture, Becca followed Homelander into a room. The door of the room slowly closed in the picture, as if hiding countless secrets.

"She was alone with him for three hours," the woman continued, with a hint of solemnity in her voice, as if she were revealing a great secret.

After saying that, the woman pressed a button and fast-forwarded to the video three hours later. Beijia walked out of the video in tattered clothes. Beijia looked so helpless and fragile that people felt pity for her.

"Not long after that, Becca disappeared, and has been missing ever since," the woman continued, her voice full of sympathy and her eyes revealing a hint of concern.

Butcher covered his mouth, his eyes full of shock and disbelief. He was cheated on, this thought kept circling in his mind, making him feel extremely painful and angry.

"Anyway, Mr. Butcher, I believe this matter has something to do with the motherland," the woman continued, her voice firm and powerful, as if pointing Butcher in a direction.

"Homelander?" Butcher asked, "But he's a damn superhero?" His voice was full of confusion and anger, and his eyes revealed a hint of unwillingness.

The woman shook her head: "You definitely won't believe what they are doing." There was a hint of mystery in her eyes, as if hinting at something.

After that, she sat down. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she was showing confidence and professionalism.

Butcher asked at this time: "Who are you?" His voice was full of vigilance and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"My name is Mallory." Mallory showed her CIA ID, which shone mysteriously under the light, making people feel awe.

"I am someone who can help you get revenge." Mallory continued to say to Butcher. Her voice was full of determination and confidence, as if to bring Butcher a glimmer of hope. (End of this chapter)