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Chapter 512 Kara: The world has become filthy again (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

"boom--!!"

Like a watermelon bursting open, Hughie gained immense power after consuming "Three Thousand to Kill You," surpassing most superhumans, including Homelander, in physical abilities. With a single punch, he shattered the head of the broken-legged A-Train.

Blood splattered, covering Hughie's face, and the warm touch reminded him of the scene where his girlfriend was smashed to pieces by a train.

In an instant! A strong emotion surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but roar to the sky, filled with sorrow and the exhilaration of revenge.

Looking at this seemingly cowardly man, Xingguang, who was not far away, had a look of pity and curiosity in her eyes. As everyone knows, once a woman becomes curious about a man, the seeds of love have already quietly sprouted.

Meanwhile, the other members of the Black Robe Boys also finished their battles. Each of them was covered in blood and looked quite disheveled, but upon closer inspection, one could see that their faces were filled with excited and joyful smiles, clearly indicating that they were in very good spirits.

boom--! !

Just then, a loud thud echoed as a heavy object fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The group looked over warily, but relaxed once they saw who it was.

Kara carried Homelander, whose face was bruised and swollen, out of the pit. Her gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, finally settling on the Butcher. She tossed Homelander over, and he slid down to the Butcher's feet before speaking:

"As agreed, he is yours now."

The butcher stared blankly at Homelander, who lay there like a dead dog, for a long time before he could react, until his teammate called out his name, at which point his expression gradually returned to normal.

Immediately afterwards, the butcher crouched down, reached out and grabbed Homelander's charred blond hair, and slowly lifted him up.

Seemingly sensing something, the man, whose head was swollen like a pig's head, barely opened his squinty eyes, which were now only a slit wide. When he saw the butcher's face, a look of confusion flashed across his face, but he quickly realized what was happening and let out a strange "hehehe" laugh.

"Oh, it's you. Hehehe... You probably don't know this yet, but I slept with your wife before. She was very wet that night..."

Before the man could finish speaking, everything suddenly went black. He had been brutally kneed in the face by the butcher, his head snapping back as bright red blood gushed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

It wasn't over yet. Just as Homelander was about to fly out, the Butcher reached out and grabbed his neck, then slammed him to the ground, creating a large, human-shaped crater.

And then... there was nothing more.

Enraged, the Butcher unleashed all the anger he had accumulated over the years on Homelander, punching him repeatedly with increasing speed and power.

This feeling is like the scene in God of War 3 where Kratos beats Zeus, as if it will never stop.

Boom! Boom! Rumble!!

Three more loud bangs followed, and the ground beneath the two men completely collapsed. Only then did the butcher stop beating Homelander... no, Homelander's corpse. He collapsed backward, exhausted, his face already covered in tears.

At the same time, like Hughie, he roared at the sky with all his might, and a sense of sorrow and confusion spread instantly, making the atmosphere at the scene slightly silent.

"Have you cried enough?"

A cool voice rang out, and everyone looked at the Superwoman who had spoken. She was floating in mid-air, her gaze fixed on the distance, in the direction where the terrorists had fled.

"If you've cried enough, stand up, wipe away your tears, and remember that you and your companions have a lot to do next."

"This world has become corrupt. Both the United States and those so-called superheroes need to be thoroughly cleansed. Only in this way can the world be restored to order and stability, and this is the mission of the Boys."

The butcher was silent for a moment, then sat up, looked intently at Kara, and asked with utmost seriousness:

"...And what about you, and that Lord of Justice? What exactly are your goals? To replace the Vought Corporation, or to rule the world and establish a new order?"

The butcher had asked Wu Xian similar questions twice before, but he still had doubts. So when he heard Kara's words, he couldn't help but ask again.

“Whether you believe it or not, Wu Xian and I are indeed not from this world. We will leave sooner or later, and before that, we will stay here for a while. Since that’s the case, why not make the surrounding living environment simpler and cleaner?” Upon hearing this, the butcher and the others were all taken aback.

Although something feels off, it makes a lot of sense. After all, given the means and the ability, who would want to live in a pile of garbage?

"Alright! The Black Robe Watch will take this mission!"

The Butcher laughed, a particularly bright laugh, then looked at his teammates behind him, as well as Queen Maeve and Starlight, and finally extended his palm to Hughie, who was also covered in blood.

"Hey bro, give me a hand, we've got work to do again!"

"Absolutely! Count me in!"

Hughie responded with a bright smile, raised his right hand, and shook hands firmly with the butcher.

……

In New Jersey, USA, at an underground base nearly 200 meters below the surface.

Bang! ! !
A black figure flew out and smashed a large alloy door, leaving a noticeable dent.

This is a black-haired woman who is about 1.7 meters tall, but she is not Asian. Instead, she has a European face with three-dimensional features. There is an inescapable gloom and madness between her brows, giving her a three-dimensional yandere vibe.

Storm, a character who appears in the second season of The Boys, is actually a 100-year-old Nazi grandmother.

Her husband, Federico Vought, was the founder of Vought International, and Storm's superpowers were born from this. It can be said that she was among the first superhumans to be modified by Compound V.

He is incredibly powerful, possessing super self-healing abilities and a gravitational ray similar to lightning attacks. He can also use it for high-speed flight, and can even hold his own against Homelander.

However, at this very moment, this oldest superhuman was lying on the ground, unable to stand up, vomiting large amounts of blood.

"The longest-lived superhuman seems to be nothing special after all..."

Footsteps approached, and Wu Xian looked down at the Nazi old woman who could bring ecstasy to the people of his homeland, a smile of great interest on his face.

Upon hearing this, Storm's eyes seemed to bleed, and her gaze towards Wu Xian was filled with fear.

This is the person who suddenly appeared at the base without triggering any alarm mechanisms. With just a snap of his fingers, he caused 99% of the people in the base to explode on the spot, including those superhumans with considerable strength.

Even she could only withstand it for a few seconds before being easily defeated; the strongest gravitational rays couldn't even cause her the slightest harm.

"I vote..."

Before she could finish pleading for mercy, Storm's vision went black.

The next second, Wu Xian had already stepped over the Nazi grandmother's body. With a crack, his head was crushed into the hard concrete, and his brains splattered.

A moment later, Wu Xian used his mental power to tear open the deformed alloy door and strolled inside.

This is a huge cold storage warehouse, filled with lingering, chilly air.

A transparent "coffin" is placed in the very center.

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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