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Chapter 579 So even breast milk follows the protagonist group law
The soldier boy's outrageous remarks silenced Edgar for a long time—almost ten minutes.

“I don’t want to comment too much on your fetishes,” he said coldly. “But I don’t want to see you flaunting an old woman in your fifties in the Water Tower—things aren’t like they were decades ago. Whatever you plan to do with your desires, remember not to do it in front of people or under surveillance cameras. If you get filmed, don’t do anything. They can just upload it to the cloud server via WiFi.”

"You made up all those words."

"What the hell?"

"Cloud servers, and WiFi and stuff like that." The soldier boy was skeptical: "I've never even heard of them. You must be trying to fool me."

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Edgar sighed, feeling he had nothing more to say to this redneck.

This is not a fool questioning the development of the times decades later; it is simply a simple-minded, genuine redneck questioning the upper-class elites. The American high-level officials once deceived the lower classes and did many inhumane things, so the resentment of the lower classes towards these elites, and even the anti-intellectual culture, developed from this.

"I may not understand technology and common sense, but I understand America and its elites."

Edgar was still speechless at the soldier boy's behavior, because essentially, what he said really sounded like something a fool would say.

"Just remember what I said," Edgar replied bluntly, too lazy to explain further.

"All right."

The soldier boy remained quiet for about ten seconds, then suddenly asked, "Are there any nightclubs in this day and age that cater to older people? I mean in New York, the kind that caters to people over fifty."

Edgar immediately interrupted him with a blank expression: "The dark safe house is almost here. You should start preparing immediately."

"Heh, dealing with a little traitor is nothing. Back when he was in the team, I often beat him up to the point of hospitalization. Later, he betrayed me and wanted to fight me. I sliced ​​off half of his scalp with my shield. If it weren't for everyone helping him to pay for his blood debt, I would have twisted his head off and used it as a football."

"No lasers, it can't be seen by others, and it can't cause too much of a commotion—"

"Stop nagging, old man. Before I was captured by the Soviets for experiments, I didn't have the ability to fire lasers."

squeak--

The vehicle was parked on the side of the road, and the soldier boy opened the door and got out: "I abused him the same way I abused him back then, you just need to clean up the mess."

Edgar had nothing to say, so he got off the train and called out, "Locomotive?"

“I am here, sir.”

The locomotive, dressed in a blue hero's uniform, emerged from the woods. It was much faster than the train and had arrived here long ago as Edgar had instructed, ensuring that the Black Ones had not moved from here to other locations.

Is Xuan Se still there?

"Never left the safe house."

"Very good. You'll be responsible for protecting me in a bit. If anything unexpected happens, take me away from the scene—Invisible Man?"

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Block the back door, don't let Xuanse find a chance to escape."

"No problem, sir."

“Alright,” Edgar commanded, “Remember this one thing, no matter what—this was done by the terrorist organization that kidnapped the soldier boy, not Walter.” “Of course.”

The four of them walked towards the safe house together. Two of the seven members of the Vought Corporation, who were actually capable of fighting, and one member of the Homelander-level combat force had arrived. For Xuanse, this lineup was practically unbeatable.

Just then, a figure dressed in a ghost mask and black robe secretly followed and tracked him to the location of the dark-colored safe house.

"Is everything alright on Lao Ma's side?"

The mother in the car looked somewhat worried. He drove rather uneasily, glancing at the butcher's phone from time to time, seemingly wanting to wait for a message, yet also seemingly not wanting to wait for one.

"I've been wondering about this ever since I came in—"

The Butcher in the passenger seat couldn't help but look at the breast: "You were so determined to fight Walter before, and you didn't say much when you heard about Homelander's house collapse. How come you've become so cowardly ever since you saw the Soldier Boy on TV? Don't you want to kill him?"

“Although I am a Black man, I am also an American, so of course I think about the impact of this kind of thing on America.”

Breast milk retorted, "Besides, can Homelander be compared to Soldier Boy? He's at most a celebrity; Soldier Boy, on the other hand, is the faith of both the older and younger generations."

The butcher shook his head: "It makes sense, but it also makes no sense—I believe it if others say it, but it makes no sense that you are saying it."

Franky leaned closer from the back seat: "I think the way you looked at TV back then was really weird. Could it be that you admired Soldier Boy when you were a kid, so you didn't want to lay a hand on him?"

"Go to hell!"

The usually emotionally stable mother reacted strongly to this statement: "Who the hell would idolize a murderer? Franky, if you say that again, I'll pin you to the ground and beat you to death!"

"murderer?"

The perceptive Kimiko keenly caught his choice of words: "Besides Spicy Crispy, who else did he kill? How do you know he's a murderer?"

Kenji didn't speak, but he stared at the breast, hoping that the other person would say something dirty, something he wanted to hear, something that would make the American and the soldier boy seem despicable—something that would make him feel that his understanding was correct.

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Facing the gazes of his teammates, Breast Milk remained silent for a long time until the car drove out of the city. Only then did he finally grit his teeth and ask, "Why do you think I joined the Black Robe Squad back then?"

"Yes, why?"

Franky couldn't think of an answer to this question for a moment, but the butcher's face remained expressionless—he knew about it.

Back then, Butcher joined Mallory's Black Robe Squad because of Bega's situation; Franky was forced to join because he was targeted by the CIA for smuggling himself in and they even had something on him. But Breast Milk was the strangest member of the Black Robe Squad. He had a happy family and no deep-seated hatred, but after joining the squad, he resolutely opposed Walter.

The breast milk took a deep breath.

"Soldier Boy was one of the first superheroes back then, and since then, Vought has been just like it is today—marketing heroes as stars and sending them out to fight evil, but the rules were much more chaotic back then than they are today."

“One night, I saw him teaching a lesson to some young men who were stealing cars. I was so excited that I called my grandfather to come and see the soldier boy. But at that moment, he threw the car out and hit the young men.”

"and then?"

"Then the car crashed into my house."

(End of this chapter)