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Chapter 508 First Meeting with the Black Robe Police (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

Hearing this, Homelander breathed a sigh of relief, his lips curling into a wide grin. He even joked, "Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel like thanking that guy."

"Who says it isn't?"

Madeline laughed sarcastically, already plotting how to smear the other party through marketing.

She had already come up with a template for the press release, and she planned to write it from the perspective of violence restricting freedom and democracy and racial discrimination.

It's worth noting that among the superheroes who died were Black and Mexican, which could be used to create a story.

Just then, the office phone rang. Madeline frowned slightly before picking up the receiver, but her expression quickly relaxed and a smile appeared on her face.

After a while, she said several words like "okay," "no problem," and "we will win" in succession. Finally, unable to hide her joy, she put down the phone and looked at the person in charge of the country.

"See what I told you? The US military just contacted the board of directors. Next, the Department of Defense will cooperate with the company to define Supergirl and Justice Lord as super terrorists. Superheroes will need to join forces with the military to arrest them..."

Also, if possible, try to capture them alive. Since that Lord of Justice claims to be a superhero from a parallel universe, perhaps the principles behind their superpowers are different from yours. If this is true, it would be very valuable for research.

"Research?"

Upon hearing this, Homelander narrowed his eyes, recalling the scene of being beaten up before, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me."

……

"Fuck! Is that guy an idiot? He ruined such a great situation!"

Inside a secluded warehouse in New York City, USA.

Billy Butcher, the leader of the Boys, codenamed "The Butcher," angrily held his phone high after watching the live stream, then... shoved it back into his pocket and spat a glob of phlegm on the ground.

"What does this mean? Wasn't that Lord of Justice exposing the true nature of the Vought Corporation? I thought what he said just now was very good!"

A white youth with a somewhat honest appearance, seeing this, was puzzled and asked the other person why he was angry.

His name is Hugh Campbell. He was originally just an employee at an electronics store and a big fan of "The Seven".

However, after witnessing his girlfriend being smashed to pieces by A-Train, one of the Seven, he turned from a fan to a hater and joined the Boys, aiming to overthrow Vought International, expose the true nature of these superheroes, and ruin their reputations.

Just now, the young man in the video who called himself the Lord of Justice had done everything he wanted to do.

He was especially excited by the scene where superheroes and warmongers were casually crushed to death.

It's no exaggeration to say that Hughie has already left the fandom; otherwise, I would definitely have become a fan and his most loyal supporter.

"What do you know! That guy is finished. Neither Vought nor the US government will let him go!"

The butcher said with a gloomy expression, and then made a guess similar to Madeline's, or even worse.

After hearing Billy's explanation, Hughie and the other members of the Boys were dumbfounded, feeling that this lazy and cowardly world was too dirty and dark.

No, this is a case of a righteous superhero finally emerging, only to be seen as a threat and eliminated by high-ranking officials around the world before he even gets a chance to shine. The implications of this are simply despairing.

"Ha! What's wrong? You guys really think that guy is some kind of good person?"

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Butcher roughly guessed what they were thinking and immediately sneered, "That guy is no different from other superheroes; he's just putting on a show."

"You know, Vought International has dominated the superhero industry for years, and countless people are envious. These two are most likely freaks created by other companies, trying to steal the spotlight from the Super Seven."

Or perhaps this is simply a scheme orchestrated by Vought International to highlight the Seven's triumph over the villains, further expanding Vought's influence and even potentially forging a direct partnership with the US military.

"Ah...you can do that!" Hughie remained dumbfounded, naive as he was, he had never thought of it in this way.

But after listening to the butcher's analysis, it suddenly seemed to make a lot of sense, and it was indeed something that the Walter Corporation could do.

"So what should we do now? Expose their conspiracy online?"

Another member of the black robes, a black man codenamed "Breast Milk," suggested.

"It's too late. That guy is too arrogant and has crossed some people's bottom line. If I'm not mistaken, the top officials in the United States have already reached a cooperation agreement with Vought Corporation..."

As the butcher said this, he planned to take out his phone and contact the CIA deputy director he was working with, in an attempt to obtain more detailed intelligence.

"No need for all that trouble. If you want to know something, I'll just tell you directly."

Just then, a soft laugh rang out in the warehouse, and then everyone was surprised to see that sparks suddenly flew in the air in the corner of the room, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a circle of light with a diameter of two meters.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure walked out from inside. The young man in black armor smiled at everyone and raised his hand in greeting.

"Nice to meet you all, members of the Black Robe Boys. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wu Xian, but you can also call me Clark Kent or Lord of Justice."

"A generous gift of crab!!"

Seeing the righteous lord, whom he had just been swatting, suddenly appear, the butcher was completely dumbfounded. He instinctively pulled out a pistol from behind his back and aimed it at the other man.

Even though he knew that ordinary bullets were practically useless against most superhumans, the Butcher showed no sign of giving up. His eyes darted around as if he were thinking of a way to escape.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you. In fact, I'm here to negotiate with you."

Wu Xian paid no attention to their wariness and vigilance, speaking in a relatively calm tone and using his mental energy to soothe them, which made them relax a little.

Except for the butcher, this guy's will is too strong, and ordinary mental suggestions won't have much effect on him unless you deliberately target him.

"Conditions? Heh, don't tell me it's to help you uphold justice."

The butcher said sarcastically, his tone full of mockery.

Since learning that his missing wife had been forced into a relationship by Homelander and then murdered by Vought International, Butcher has developed a deep hatred for the superhero profession.

In his view, neither Wu Xian nor any other superheroes were good people; what they said in the live stream was just a show.

The idea that with great power comes great responsibility, or the notion of protecting love and justice, is all utter nonsense and lies!

"Don't be so hasty. At least in my world, there are still many good people among the superheroes."

Wu Xian smiled, not intending to explain, and gently snapped his fingers.

Then, everyone saw a flash of fire before their eyes. When they came to their senses, the surrounding scenery had changed dramatically, transforming from the warehouse into a beautiful villa backyard.

Everyone was puzzled, but the next second, the villa door was opened from the inside, and a woman with a rather dignified and beautiful appearance walked out.

At the same time, upon seeing the woman's face clearly, the butcher, who had been on high alert, suddenly froze, staring at her in disbelief, and then almost murmured a name.

“Becca…”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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