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Chapter 516 Such a tough mouth
Clark almost laughed at Homelander's words.

"A group of people," "wearing night vision goggles," "they probably haven't gone far, they can still be found"—such guesses might seem logical and reasonable without knowing the truth. But Clark knew Ma Zhaodi's situation very well—exceptionally high stealth abilities, unparalleled combat skills, and superhuman perception and physical abilities.
He could have accomplished that kind of feat by himself in the basement.

But I still have to put on an act.

“Okay,” he replied. “If I see anyone suspicious, I will stop them.”

He leaped out of the basement, while Homelander and Locomotive visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Superman put too much pressure on them, and this guy also has a no-killing principle, so keeping him here to silence him is impossible.

"Locomotive, bring these people in from outside."

"it is good."

The two communicated very quickly, or rather, they already knew what the other would say.

Maeve looked at their swift and decisive manner with some confusion, wondering if Homelander and Locomotive had changed their ways today. In the past, they had never been so serious and meticulous when dealing with such serious incidents; their most important task was always to gain exposure and publicity in the media.

"Something's not right, there's a problem."

Just as she was thinking this, the locomotive had already moved several people from outside into the basement as quickly as possible. Their situation was similar to that of the people in the basement; they also had dislocated jawbones and broken arms and legs.

"Is everyone here?"

"Done."

After the brief conversation, Homelander's eyes suddenly lit up with a red light.

"Wait, what are you going to do!"

Maeve's pupils contracted. She only had time to take two steps forward, but Homelander's eyes moved much faster than she could walk. In just a second, the scarlet ray swept across the basement, blood splattered, flesh and bones shattered, and internal organs, including the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, flowed out from the cuts. The scene instantly turned into a living hell.

Homelander's heat vision sliced ​​the terrorist group in half in an instant, leaving no survivors.

"Why are you doing this!"

"Because they are terrorists."

Homelander said expressionlessly and in a calm tone, "After we arrived at the scene, instead of surrendering obediently, they attacked us in an attempt to escape. So I had no choice but to kill them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the locomotive's figure suddenly transformed into a blurry shadow in the basement.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dense gunfire was like popping beans. The metallic barrage of bullets covered the bodies of the Homelanders, and the bullets were all deflected, falling to the ground with a clanging sound.

Within seconds, the locomotive had taken out all the group's pistols, fired them, and put them into their hands.

A smile crept onto the homelander's lips. The train engine's reaction was spot on. Although it was his first time actually going out on a mission to solve a criminal case, and although it was his first time working with him, his mind was indeed sharp.

This at least makes the people of his homeland think that he is capable of being used.

Maeve stared at the scene before her, her face ashen. She had experienced this kind of thing many times before, but seeing it with her own eyes now ignited a fire of anger within her: "You and I both know that this is not the truth."

"Do the facts matter?" Homelander looked at her. "We've been on so many field missions together in the past, and you've often helped me with these kinds of things, haven't you? Why are you suddenly realizing this today?"

"Don't forget, these people are real terrorists and thugs. Each of them has more than one life on their hands. They have committed massacres of villages and towns many times overseas. They deserve to die."

"Superman turned you into a cowardly man who hesitates and looks back, didn't he?"

Maeve's words caught in her throat. She had indeed cooperated with Homelander in doing many such things in the past, but it was only after meeting Clark that she began to have the confidence to say "no" to Homelander.

"What's wrong with respecting life?" Clark's voice came from the doorway. He silently pushed the door open and entered, looking at the horrific scene before him with a somewhat somber expression.

“These people all deserve to die, they deserve to die, Homelanders,” he said. “But they have completely lost the ability to resist. What we should do is send them back to the police station for trial, instead of executing them on our own. Unjust enforcement of the law will only cause endless harm.”

"Besides, you didn't do these things because you hate evil, did you?"

Homelander scoffed. He couldn't be bothered to argue with Clark, because he didn't kill them because they were bad guys, but because they might leak secrets.

"Looks like you didn't find that suspicious person who escaped." He shrugged. "In that case, he's probably already gotten away. What a pity."

He flew straight out of the basement.

A-Train glanced at Maeve and Superman, said nothing, and turned to follow Homelander out of the basement.

“I didn’t expect Homelander to kill them all.” Clark sighed. “He listened to your advice last time and didn’t kill anyone. I thought he was finally going to be more restrained.”

“Something’s not right this time, something’s very wrong.”

Maeve shook her head, her expression grave: "His choice not to kill last time clearly boosted his popularity and approval rating by two points, so why is he killing again this time? There must be something wrong here."

Clark glanced at the messy scene and agreed. He and Maeve walked back to the street, thinking that they should contact Ma Zhaodi directly to find out what exactly happened in this operation.

But Maeve discovered that the Homelander that took to the sky did not fly directly back to Vought, but instead slowly descended onto the street.

"wrong!"

She ran off with Clark.

An interrogation is underway in an alleyway two blocks away from the building where Shining Glory members were massacred.

"Tell me, where is that person?"

The man lying in the corner was filled with fear. He struggled desperately, trying to make some noises, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't move his hands and feet either. Two snake tails were faintly visible on his arms, and his hands were still wearing gloves.

He is a shining figure, currently the sole survivor of that secret stronghold.

"You're really stubborn."

The man placed his hand on his body, following the bones and veins, and then exerted force with his ten fingers.

Click!

"Uuuuuu——"

The excruciating pain of dislocated tendons and bones was almost unbearable, and the terrorist member's eyes rolled back, a grotesque scream escaping from his throat.

However, he could not make a sound or speak because his jaw had been dislocated.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you going to tell me or not?"

"Uuuuuu——"

Click!

After a brief struggle, a figure suddenly appeared from the sky at the end of the alley.

That was Homelander who discovered the anomaly with X-ray vision.

(End of this chapter)