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Chapter 500 I'm Not Bad
Maeve could sense a flicker of jealousy in Homelander's eyes when he talked about "Stilwell and that crying baby."

The fact that the man, who is already in his thirties, is jealous that Madeline’s child has taken away his attention is quite abnormal in every respect, because it proves that the emotions he craves from Madeline include not only some special feelings, but also maternal love.

"Homelander, you're a real pervert," Maeve thought to herself.

During the conversation, the two had already entered the cordon area. At this time, the New York Police Department's patrol cars had completely surrounded the area below the building, and bullets were still being fired from the upper floors of the building from time to time.

The surrounding citizens watched in horror as the bullets fell, fleeing away from the building; tense radio exchanges filled the police station as they discussed the situation; several officers were even shot through the arms or torsos and were receiving emergency treatment.

As Maeve watched all this, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart—an emotion she had felt when she was very young, something she had always believed in before joining Vought.

"Ordinary people and superheroes are doing the same things, but they are taking much greater risks. Isn't this what Clark is talking about—that humans are actually braver than superheroes?"

She subconsciously touched her right hand.

What are you looking at there?

Homelander glanced around but didn't notice anything noteworthy. He then beckoned Maeve towards the building entrance: "Are you out of sorts today? Why are you suddenly spacing out? What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I just..."

At that moment, a man holding a rifle and wearing a helmet appeared beside the two.

“Homelander, Queen Maeve.” He greeted her briefly with a smile, because the superhero’s presence meant that his colleagues would no longer be at risk of injury, and the villains would be subdued soon.

Moreover, thanks to Vought International's promotion, he is more or less a fan of superheroes.

"Captain, you are the real heroes."

Homelander put his arm around Captain America's shoulder and delivered the line like a formula. His acting was superb. If Maeve hadn't seen him speak like this countless times before and heard his private comments about ordinary people, she might have really thought he was being sincere.

Maeve thought to herself that it was probably an ironic joke that she had said it thousands of times but never believed it.

"We'd be happy to help—where is the gunman?"

"Thirty-one floors."

"Great, just a moment."

After saying this, Homelander soared into the sky into the golden sunlight, smashing through the glass facade of the thirty-first floor and entering the building.

Only Maeve was left on the ground.

Maeve looked up at Homelander's figure and couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"That bastard Homelander has never cared about other people's feelings."

She forced a smile and asked the captain, "Where is the building's elevator?"

A minute later, Maeve, who had taken the elevator to the 31st floor, saw Homelander leisurely waiting for her at the elevator door.

Fortunately, she thought, at least the people from her homeland didn't go upstairs and attack her first.

"I'm absolutely fed up with Edgar. The Locomotive is going to hold some kind of sports meet in a few days, and that old bastard Edgar is even asking you and me to come and support him. Please, the Locomotive guy seems to know nothing about his physical condition."

What's wrong with his health?

“He’s old, Maeve. He’s thirty-two. He’s no longer that young long-distance running star.”

"The career lifespan of a professional athlete is fixed. The decline after the peak is irreversible. They can only go backward, not forward. Perhaps with his superpowers, he can easily surpass several professional athletes among ordinary people when he is sixty years old. But now, he has to deal with Shockwave, who also has superpowers of speed and is much younger than him—do you know how old that guy is?"

"Twenty years old?"

“Twenty-four years old.” Homelander said, while using an X-ray to scan the entire building. When he saw only one armed robber huddled in a room, trembling with fear, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

“If the Locomotive loses, what’s the point of us going there to give him more attention?” Maeve asked. “He’ll be drowned out by the criticism.”

"Stop joking. He's been in the group of seven long enough and has earned enough."

Homelander turned and walked into a corridor: "If he loses, he'll just be relegated to the second or third tier of the game—it doesn't really matter if he's one more or one less in the group of seven, I can fly much faster than him."

"I originally thought you valued the reputation of the group of eight very much."

“I take it very seriously. I was the captain, so if anyone provokes the Seven, it’s the same as provokes me—even Edgar is no exception.”

"Stop talking nonsense. He's a high-ranking executive at Walt. He pays our salaries. Just for that reason, we have to listen to them."

The muscles on the father's face twitched twice.

“See, this is why I like you so much.” His smile was rather frightening: “You’re the only one who tells me the truth.”

"Oh, am I the only one?" Maeve countered. "No one else?"

boom!
With a gentle push, the door, which had been held back by a heavy iron frame, flew out like a light feather.

“I don’t want to talk about Superman at this time,” he said coldly.

Maeve stopped provoking him and went straight for the armed robber—who was quite sensible; he knew the strength of Homelander and Queen Maeve, the two superheroes, and so he immediately surrendered.

Maeve went straight up and punched him twice, knocking him to the ground.

Logically, the matter should have ended there, but Homelander suddenly came over and extended a hand.

Maeve stared intently at the hand, knowing that in the next second, it would pierce through the man's body.

In the past, she would just watch all of this happen silently, not daring to anger her homelanders.

But today is different.

"If my involvement can make your lives a little freer, then I'd be quite happy."

This was Clark's promise to her.

"Wait a moment."

She grabbed Homelander's hand and whispered, "This criminal is part of my record, don't kill him."

Homelander stared calmly into Maeve's eyes, which gleamed with a faint red light. He then grabbed Maeve's right hand with his other hand, tightening his grip until he almost crushed her arm.

"What if I wanted to kill?"

"Have you forgotten how many fans Superman gained from his previous actions?"

Maeve's words made Homelander think for a moment. He finally released his grip, glanced at the two of them, and then flew out of the window.

Watching Homelander's retreating figure, Maeve subconsciously touched her right hand, where every bone still ached faintly.

Those police officers were brave, but I'm just as brave, she thought to herself.

I'm not bad either.

(End of this chapter)