Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 532 Professionals
People can't always be good.

The instructor once said that it is not difficult for a person to do one good deed, but it is difficult to do only good deeds and never bad deeds throughout one's life.

Sometimes it's out of necessity, sometimes it's out of helplessness, and sometimes it's choosing the lesser of two evils. Human strength is always limited, so even if you are a good person for a day, it doesn't mean you will always be a good person.

Sometimes, the world forces a person to become bad.

Since joining Walter, Maeve has been using this perspective to numb herself.

Taking fake business orders is for making money; substandard products won't kill you. Helping Homelander stage crime scenes is to complete the job; after all, the criminals being killed are just criminals who deserve to die. Turning a blind eye to colleagues' illegal acts is just going along with the crowd; after all, they are heroes, and it's not my place to interfere with their quirks.

"In any case, I am still a hero."

After living like this for over a decade, the lie finally came to an end.

Maeve looked into pairs of hopeful eyes, the plea of ​​ordinary people to their "heroes," who believed that heroes would always come to their rescue.

The voice of the homelander came from behind.

"Everyone back off! Back off! You fucking stay in your positions, or I'll use my heat vision to kill you all! Damn it!"

"I'm going to burn you all to a crisp!"

The beast-like roar terrified the crowd, causing them to retreat. Even the leading group of super-strong men, each over 1.8 meters tall, dared not advance any further. They screamed and fell backward. Everyone knew that the two scarlet dots in Homelander's eyes could transform into two death rays at any moment, easily slicing them in two.

The hero of yesteryear has now become a cold-blooded, ruthless, antisocial madman before my very eyes.

Or perhaps he was originally an antisocial lunatic who was just pretending to be a hero?
It was at this moment that Maeve stood in front of everyone.

"Don't be foolish, there's no need to die with them." Homelander's expression softened as he faced his fellow members of the group of seven: "Let's go."

That's great. Although I can't fly and might die from falling from such a height, I can be saved as long as I reach out and grab Homelander.

Maeve looked at Homelander and suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

If it were me a week ago, faced with this situation, I would have been extremely conflicted and filled with guilt, choosing to hold the hands of my compatriots.

But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it; most people would make the same choice.

Maeve shook her head.

But I'm not an ordinary person; I'm a hero.

I seem to be living more and more like a real coward.

I almost fooled myself too.

"Do not."

She shook her head: "I'm not going with you."

Upon hearing this final answer, Homelander's expression quickly twisted into rage.

It was less a feeling of betrayal and more a feeling of jealousy, hatred, and anger.

We've all been stars at Vought International for so long, and now you're the hero, but what about me?
What am I if I don't stand by your side?
The question remained unanswered, and the man from the Homeland did not desire an answer. The red light in his eyes grew ever brighter, and his intense gaze threatened to burst forth and slice everyone in the aircraft cabin to shreds.

Boom!

Another strong gust of air swept by, causing everyone to stumble. But it was this gust that abruptly dissipated the red light in the homelander's eyes, and he regained consciousness.

"If we use thermal imaging to kill them all, there will definitely be problems when we try to salvage them, because too many people will be able to tell how they died."

Thinking of this, Homelander gave Maeve a cold glance as she held the mother and daughter.

"This is your own choice."

Swah——

He floated gently out of the plane.

"Medve, Queen Maeve, you must have a way!"

"You are a hero, you can save us!"

"Please, I don't want to die."

Facing the pleas of the remaining passengers in the cabin, Maeve's voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, I can't, I can't fly."

"I will hold this little girl in my arms and use my body to cushion the impact when she hits the ground. If she is lucky, she may survive."

"But in reality, even for me, the chances of surviving a fall from that height are slim—everyone should call their family."

At that moment, the plane's two wings suddenly erupted with a loud bang and flames, and the two pilots collapsed inside the cabin.

"It's over, it's all over, the engine has stopped working too."

"We're dead."

After that, the screams and cries in the cabin stopped, leaving only low sobs and the sound of people silently dialing phones.

Maeve held the little girl tightly, looking at Homelander's figure in the sky—he had become a tiny black dot.

Suddenly, another small black dot swept past him.

It was at this moment that the angry voice of the motherland came from outside the porthole.

"Superman! What are you doing?!"

"Rescue."

The answer was just as calm, brief, and powerful as Maeve's earlier response.

"Superman?! Superman is back!"

Maeve's eyes suddenly lit up, and the other passengers in the cabin reacted the same way, all pressing their faces against the windows and staring intently out the window.

Did Superman come back to save them?

The answer to that question was given in the next second.

"Meve, pull the pilot to the middle, and close all the hatches at once!"

A figure flashed past the window and darted directly beneath the plane.

Crunch——

Amidst the sickening creaking of steel, the rapidly plummeting plane began to slowly come to a halt.

Maeve, quick-witted and agile, slammed the rear hatch shut, while the two pilots in front of the two hatches ran back from the cockpit to the passenger cabin and closed the front hatch.

With both sides closed, the aircraft became a closed environment again, and the surging high-altitude airflow was immediately isolated.

Swah——

A powerful beam of heat, far exceeding the population of the motherland, swept across the plane, and the cockpit nose of the aircraft suddenly severed, causing it to plummet into the sea.

Swish—swish—

Two more thermal lines of sight appeared, and the aircraft engines on both sides were cleanly and decisively cut off.

Is it okay now?

Clark clapped his hands and quickly flew back to the area below the passenger plane.

"If we remove some of the weight from the plane, the weakened bio-force should be able to hold up, right?"

He flew down to the plane again and began to lift it up.

Crunch——

It was that sickeningly loud sound of steel deforming again, but thankfully this time, Superman didn't pierce the fuselage like a toothpick.

The bio-force field came into play, distributing his power evenly across the entire lower part of the fuselage.

However, a figure quickly caught up from the sky, its vicious voice no longer concealing its hostility and anger.

Homelander watched as Clark lifted the plane, and two crimson rays shot out.

"Superman! Don't ruin my plans!"

(End of this chapter)