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Chapter 511 Homelander: Hey, is reconciliation still possible? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

When they realized that Homelander had been punched into a shooting star, the superheroes present were immediately panicked, and their gazes toward Kara changed from nonchalant to deep fear.

To be honest, when they learned that the mission was to deal with the currently popular Supergirls, most of them didn't take it too seriously. This was not only because their numerical advantage gave them confidence, but more importantly, because Homelander would also be participating in the mission.

As the undisputed top star of Vought International and the most powerful superhero on Earth, Homelander's strength is drastically different from that of other superheroes.

Super strength, super speed, super endurance, super senses, super defense, heat vision... It's no exaggeration to say that if Homelander were to act without restraint and go all out, he could single-handedly kill dozens, or even hundreds, of ordinary superhumans, and do so with overwhelming force.

With such a big shot leading the way, tasks are just a formality. They only need to shout "666" a few times, and then, just like when they're filming movies or commercials, strike a few cool poses in front of the camera. They might even gain some extra fans and traffic.

However, to everyone's surprise, in just a few words, the almost invincible Homelander in their hearts was actually punched away by that super girl, and the distance was quite far, at least more than ten kilometers.

Such exaggerated power was something they dared not even imagine, let alone witness it with their own eyes.

For a moment, these usually imposing superheroes couldn't help but tremble, standing like lackeys, not daring to make the slightest move.

boom--! !

Well, there are still people who dare to make a move.

The only publicly known Black member of the Seven, known as the world's fastest man, Locomotive, vanished in a blur with a whoosh.

Obviously, anyone who has watched the TV series knows that this guy is a professional opportunist who will run away as soon as things turn sour.

According to the locomotive, God awakened in him the ability of super speed, and if he didn't make full use of it, wouldn't that be a waste of his talent?

Unfortunately, as a low-budget, weak, knock-off version of The Flash, the A-Train is just too slow.

At least in Kara's eyes, he ran much like an ordinary person; she didn't need to exert all her strength to easily catch up with him and then grab him by the neck to return to the starting point.

From the outside, it appears as if the locomotive and Supergirl disappeared one after the other, and then reappeared, with the former being held high by the neck by the latter, looking as if he might die at any moment.

"You're too slow; you don't deserve the title of fastest."

Kara made a nonchalant comment, then slammed the locomotive to the ground, stomped on it, and broke his calf.

“Ahhhhhh————!!!”

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and the Vought International superheroes trembled with fear, as if they could already foresee their own end.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Queen Maeve and Starlight. Although their expressions showed some fear, they were more excited and thrilled, as if they had witnessed something very satisfying.

At that moment, Kara glanced at the group of self-proclaimed superheroes, the Joker. Just as everyone was falling into despair, with a muffled thud, her tall and graceful figure flew into the sky, first crashing into Vought International's transport plane, and then swooping down in the direction Homelander had disappeared, quickly vanishing from sight.

The air suddenly fell silent, with only the screams and curses of the locomotive remaining.

A few more moments passed before several superheroes finally collapsed to the ground, including Deep Sea, the least timid member of the Seven.

Looking at him, his hands supporting him on the ground, his whole body trembling and panting, he looked just like a dehydrated, stinky salted fish, making one wonder if he had secretly wet his pants earlier.

However, before everyone could rejoice for long, they heard the sound of messy and heavy footsteps.

Looking over in surprise, I saw several figures walking out of the town.

The leader was a burly man with a thick beard, and behind him were a pale-faced young man who looked easy to bully, a guy who seemed a bit tough, a black man, and an Asian woman.

Seeing this strange group, a string of question marks immediately appeared on the foreheads of the heroes, who couldn't understand who these monsters were or why they were here. "Hey! Guys!"

The bearded man, Butcher, the leader of The Boys, grinned, his gaze sweeping over the group of superheroes, a mocking smile on his face, and continued:
"Are you ready to die?"

"Fuck! Who the hell are you?!"

One of the superheroes, feeling both ashamed and angry, rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach the butcher a lesson.

They may not be able to beat Supergirl and Homelander, but they're not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry who can come and provoke them!
With a deafening roar, the fist sliced ​​through the air with enough force to tear apart steel, creating an effect close to a sonic boom, and hurtled headlong toward the butcher's head.

Then... the fist stopped in mid-air, unable to go any further.

The butcher caught the punch with a savage grin, then clenched his fist, slowly pressing down and twisting it as the superhero's expression grew increasingly painful. Finally, with a sudden burst of force, he tore the entire arm off.

Screams erupted again, as if sounding the alarm for war. The entire Boys team mobilized, each selecting several superheroes to engage in combat, and easily crushed them with overwhelming force.

Incidentally, Queen Maeve and Starlight betrayed them without warning, further tilting the balance of the battle.

Similar incidents have occurred in many other parts of the world, mostly within the territory of Vought International. Hundreds of superheroes with criminal records have been attacked, suffering varying degrees of injury, from crippling to death.

In the future, this day will also be known as Apocalypse Day or Awakening Day, symbolizing that the world has been reborn and entered a brand new chapter.

……

"Bang----!!!"

In the ruins, an arm propped up the wall, and Homelander stood up amidst the wreckage. He spat on the ground and looked at his broken teeth in the blood. His already disheveled face was filled with a ferocious expression.

One can imagine that someone who has been arrogant and superior to everyone since childhood, whose daily life is spent slapping others in the face, has never been slapped in the face like this before.

But after the anger subsided, a tremendous sense of fear instantly overwhelmed him.

Like those cowardly heroes, Homelander didn't expect Supergirl to be so powerful; that one punch alone left him traumatized.

Although I don't really want to admit it, I probably, maybe, and perhaps I'm no match for that bitch...

Damn it! If you were so good at fighting, you should have said so earlier. If you had, I would never have come to mess with you!
With that thought in mind, his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, he struck his signature pigeon-toed pose and leaped into the air, attempting to fly away from the place.

But like the locomotive, he was too slow. Before he had flown a few hundred meters, a huge pulling force came from behind, and then the world spun violently before his eyes.

By the time the people came to their senses, they were already lying back in the ruins.

Looking up at the tall figure suspended in mid-air, Homelander gave an awkward yet ingratiating smile.

"Hey... is it still possible to reconcile?"

However, he was met with two intense, scarlet gazes.

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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