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Chapter 501 False Achievements?
"Guys, have you heard of Queen Maeve?"

"Never heard of it, why?"

"Is there any situation with Maeve?"

"Did Superman send you a message?"

"Slurp—nothing."

After Ma Zhaodi finished speaking, he skillfully slurped up a mouthful of noodles. He didn't really like the sesame sauce noodles at this noodle shop because he used to make Chinese food himself whenever he wanted to eat it. He rarely ate Chinese food that had been adapted to Western tastes and modified for the Western market.

In short, it's not authentic.

"This food is so bad I don't really want to eat it, but we can't waste it."

He shoveled two more mouthfuls of noodles, subconsciously comparing the taste in his mouth with the sesame noodles he had at the woman's house that day, and immediately drew a conclusion.

"The noodle shop near the train station isn't the one I'm eating at." He adjusted his headset. "It depends on your two sides."

"Why?" The mother stirred the noodles in the bowl—it ​​was noon, and the members of the Black Robe Guard hadn't eaten yet, so they went into the scouting location to buy something to eat.

"The taste is wrong. The noodles I smelled at the train station's house the other day didn't smell like the noodles from this place."

"To me, they all taste the same."

The butcher ate the most swiftly, having already finished his entire bowl. He was now watching Franky eat and said, "Let's put aside all that nonsense. Why did you ask about Queen Maeve earlier?"

"I just wanted to get a general understanding of her situation."

Ma Zhaodi paid the money and walked straight out the door. The noodle shop he was in charge of was located on the far east side of the map. Now that he had cleared the area, he went to the other two locations to meet up with his teammates.

“You all know we have a Superman teammate in the group of eight, so I’ll get straight to the point—yesterday, Clark told me that Maeve might become an ally who can help us fight Homelander in the future.”

"To be allies with superhumans? And one of the Vought Seven at that?"

The butcher was the first to scoff: "What? Without those superhuman scum, we can't get anything done?"

Do you hate them because of their superpowers, or because of the things they've done with their superpowers?

Ma Zhaodi retorted, "If you hate them simply because they have superpowers, then what's the difference between you and Homelander?"

"Go to hell, don't compare me to that loser."

The Butcher's voice suddenly became filled with intense anger. It was clear that his hatred for Homelander far exceeded that of any of the Vought Eight, and even far exceeded that of any superhuman.

"Isn't it the same? He disregards the life of others because they don't have superpowers, while you disregard the life of others because they have superpowers."

"Since you're all equally extreme and cruel, what makes you better than him?"

"I told you, shut the hell up—"

"Alright, alright, can you two have a one-on-one fight at a different time and place?"

Franky, who had just finished eating his noodles, put down his fork: "Did we come here today to argue?"

“Let’s get back to Maeve.” The burly breastfed man stepped in to smooth things over. “I’ve heard about her. The earliest I heard was when she was a teenager. Walter did a report on her—the news called her a hero.”

Ignoring the butcher who was still in the red heat, Ma Zhaodi focused on communicating with the breast milk: "Tell me about the heroes."

"At the time, it seemed to be a school bus. The school bus was about to fall into the water. All the people on board were underage students who were still in school. They were all ordinary people. If the school bus really fell in, they would definitely die."

“Maeve was still young then, she was only a teenager, and her superpowers and body were still developing. Unlike now, when her strength is measured in tons and she can easily lift an overloaded truck—she desperately pushed that school bus that was about to fall into the water back, at the cost of her entire right hand, which had every bone broken.”

"Ha, it's just Walter's false propaganda." The Butcher scoffed at this: "I've seen hundreds of thousands of news articles about Walter over the years. If even one-tenth of them are true, you'd have to call it a miracle."

"You still believe in religion?"

"Ha, I don't believe it, that's why I say God has appeared."

"Are Vought's heroic achievements really that unreliable?"

"It's much more shady than you think. Camera follow-up, hype, journalism, even fabricating facts, or hiring actors—as long as it expands influence and benefits the hero and Vought, Vought Corporation won't hesitate for a second."

“It might be true, it might be false,” Breast Milk didn’t refute Butcher in the team channel, but continued, “In any case, Queen Maeve did appear at the hospital at that time. According to reports, she even participated in psychological counseling for every child.”

"Oh, you mean like it's on TV now?"

The butcher glanced at the television in the restaurant with a cold smile. It seemed to be showing a public service program—of course, it was still a superhero-themed one.

The invisible man was squatting beside the hospital bed, and on the bed sat a girl with no hair or eyebrows. She was young, probably only a teenager.

"what are you talking about?"

"You can see it by switching to Walter's news channel."

Breast Milk frowned. He opened Walter's live stream page on his phone and saw the conversation between the Invisible Man and the Girl.

"Mr. Invisible Man, thank you. I'm very grateful to be able to talk to you face to face before I die."

"Child, don't say that. There are cases of cancer being cured. Don't lose faith in life."

The Butcher's disdainful laughter came through the team chat.

"The same old tricks, aren't they? The Invisible Man looks just like a saint right now—but he's probably already thinking about which bar to party at tonight."

"But Queen Maeve wouldn't break her arm just for the sake of acting."

How do you know if the fracture is real or not?

"Okay, stop arguing."

Ma Zhaodi walked in from outside the store, sat down next to the breast milk, took a careful sniff of the sesame paste aroma in the air, and simply waved to the breast milk, signaling it to leave.

"You got here so quickly?"

“I’m driving faster—this isn’t the right noodle shop either, let’s go first, head towards the butcher and his group.”

"You smelled it again? Are you really not a superhuman?"

"I could be the one."

The two got into the car, but Ma Zhaodi didn't drive; instead, he let the breast milk sit in the driver's seat.

"You drive first, and try to go as fast as you can."

"What's the rush? We've been watching the surveillance footage for two days since the potion ran out, but we haven't seen the locomotive deliver a new one to the Claw Woman."

"That's probably very unfortunate."

Ma Zhaodi waved his phone, and on the screen, a train was seen entering the house of the "Claw Woman".

He had a familiar-looking small bag tucked under his arm.

(End of this chapter)