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Chapter 510 Supergirl VS Homelander (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

In a small town in the Middle East.

This is an ordinary town that has been ravaged by war and bullets for years. Continuous and unpredictable violent conflicts have become almost a part of daily life in the town.

The town's residents have become increasingly numb to this situation, seemingly having taken it for granted.

For them, the purpose of living is simply to live. They have long lost hope for the future because in such a place, death can come at any time, and a stray bullet that comes from nowhere can take your life.

Today, as usual, those guys in military uniforms with their faces covered by red bandanas swarmed the streets like locusts.

Riding in military jeeps and armed with various guns, they burned, killed, looted, and destroyed along the way, leaving behind countless corpses and paving their way forward with rivers of blood.

These people call themselves saviors, constantly preaching democracy and freedom, and claiming they want to liberate the minds of the local people and bring them a happy and carefree life.

Without a doubt, that's pure bullshit!

Happiness cannot be defined in words, but it certainly cannot be a group of people breaking into shops and homes, raping young women and girls, and shooting at the elderly and children.

These so-called "saviors" are nothing more than a group of vicious and brutal terrorists.

They were well-trained, well-equipped with ample weaponry, and possessed a ferocious, fearless nature that made them virtually invincible against the local government forces.

When the first batch of soldiers arrived at the scene, they were forced to retreat in disarray before they could even fire two shots, and were completely wiped out a few minutes later.

Seeing this, the terrorists burst into wild laughter, stepping over the mangled corpses as they advanced, indiscriminately ransacking every shop and residence along the street, looting their goods and money, and then dragging women out from under their beds, tearing their clothes off...

And so, the sounds of laughter, weeping, and pleas for mercy rose and fell throughout the town, creating a scene of hell amidst the smoke and blood everywhere.

Just then, a muffled yet loud whooshing sound suddenly cut through the air.

Some people looked in surprise in the direction of the sound, only to see white mist bursting open in the distant sky, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

boom----! ! !
Kara chose the center of the town as her landing point, and with a thunderous roar, her feet, clad in red boots, landed directly on a heavy tank.

The heavy outer shell was shoved deep into the combat boots, and the enormous kinetic energy caused the tracks to come off. Thick black smoke billowed from the turret base, as if it had been hit head-on by a missile.

Upon seeing this scene, the terrorists in the town screamed in terror, but instead of retreating immediately, they seemed to be provoked by something. They roared and picked up their guns, spitting blinding gunfire at the red-cloaked figure in the center.

Countless bullets whistled through the air, striking Kara like a metal storm, but were immediately crushed and dented by the reaction force, scattering like sunflower seed shells.

Kara stood there for nearly ten seconds, her gaze icy as she looked at the menacing terrorists.

In fact, if Kara wanted to, she could kill them all in an instant.

But Kara didn't do that, because in her view, dying so easily would be too cheap for these fledgling Dongxi. They had to suffer immense pain before they died in order to give an explanation to the innocent victims who had been persecuted.

It can only be said that the painful experience of being a guinea pig for twenty years in the Flashpoint universe has caused irreversible psychological trauma to Kara. Although she still retains a kind nature, she will show a very cruel side to supervillains and perpetrators who harm the innocent, in order to vent the anger that has accumulated in her heart.

"No one can do something wrong without paying a price... That's what my man said, and I think it makes a lot of sense. What do you think?"

Kara smiled sarcastically, a cruel smile curving her lips, followed by a crimson halo brewing in her eyes, as if the prelude to a judgment.

But at that moment, Kara frowned slightly, her figure blurred and moved dozens of meters, while the shattered tank where she had been standing was hit by two red laser beams.

With a loud bang, the tank exploded, and a rolling wave of fire spread out, turning many terrorists into torches, their screams and cries echoing in agony.

Kara paid no attention to this and simply turned her gaze to the source of the red laser.

Soon, a blond youth slowly descended from the sky, wearing a cloak and a tight-fitting blue combat suit, which was quite similar to her current appearance.

People of the motherland!
"Hey! Beautiful lady, we meet again."

Homelander sized up Kara's beautiful face and curvaceous figure, a smile that he thought was gentle but was actually lewd curling at the corner of his mouth, and said softly:
"Don't be nervous. That was just a greeting. As long as you cooperate obediently and help us find the whereabouts of the Lord of Justice, I can guarantee that I will not hurt you."

The homelander wasn't lying about this statement, although he was furious that the other party had saved that wrecked plane, causing his fan support to plummet.

However, Kara was simply too beautiful. Her looks, figure, and superpowers that were almost identical to his own all resonated with Homelander's XP system, giving him a sense of joy at finding a kindred spirit.

If he could, he really didn't want to be enemies with Kara, and even wanted to form a couple with her.

I've even thought of a name for it: "Super Homelander"!
As I was thinking this, a shadow fell across the sky as a Vought Transport plane slowly landed, and then a dozen or so figures jumped out of the open hatch.

Black, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Starlight, Deepsea, and other top-tier superheroes who can barely rival the Seven.

They stood shoulder to shoulder on either side of the Homelander, striking cool poses, while several drones floated around, recording the scene from various angles, leaving Kara speechless.

Wu Xian is right. All the superheroes in this world are clowns; they have no desire to fight at all.

Meanwhile, seeing Kara's furrowed brows, Homelander misinterpreted it as fear, and his smile grew even brighter:
"See? I have many partners. You can't win by yourself..."

boom! ! !
An explosion interrupted Homelander's next words, and then he found that Kara's figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a huge crater. When she reappeared, she was already in front of Homelander.

The next second, accompanied by the crisp sound of a broken nose, a fair and delicate fist sank hard into that lewd and arrogant face.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. By the time those around him realized what was happening, Homelander had already transformed into a shooting star and disappeared into the horizon.

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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