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Chapter 594 It’s over

"Homelander"

Clark looked at the dying Homelander before him, opened his mouth, and for the first time wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Are you asking why?

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and he was shedding tears of blood. His eyes had been blinded by the laser, and the sounds he made were intermittent, mostly just breaths.

Superman listened to him but didn't answer. He just took out a fruit-flavored candy and put it in his mouth. This was the latest version developed by Ma Zhaodi. It tasted strange, but it had more functions.

Homelander didn't resist and ate the strange-tasting candy; he actually quite liked dairy products.

He continued, "Because without you, we would definitely die today. If you really make a move, you can definitely kill him. I can't do it; I'm not as strong as you."

"I'm doing this to survive. This is a battle plan after weighing the pros and cons. I might not die."

Superman remained silent.

"But you can tell those are all lies, right? My heart isn't beating right, I'm lying."

Homelander's face broke into a bitter smile. The candy seemed to have some effect at this moment, and his speech gradually became more fluent.

But the blood kept flowing, and he inevitably continued to slide toward death.

"Actually, I don't know why, I didn't think too much about it at the time."

"Looking back now, I realize that my impulsiveness was a mistake. Madeline had taught me this a long time ago, but I never liked to learn it. I should have listened to her."

“Clark, don’t look down on me. What I say on TV is all fake. I’ve never played in any baseball leagues growing up, and I’ve never met my parents. That little cabin on TV isn’t my home either—I grew up in a lab. Vogbaum is my father, I don’t know. I don’t want to call him father. I don’t know what to call him.”

“He told me that my parents died when I was born because of my superpowers going out of control. He said I shouldn’t have had parents and that I could become a god. Madeline told me the same thing.”

"So I've always tried to be a god, cough! cough!"

Thick blood gushed from his mouth, and the coughed-up blood foam sprayed far away.

"Stop talking." Superman shook his head. "Hang in there, I'll take you to see a doctor after I'm done."

“Listen to me. I later realized that the God they were talking about was wrong.”

Homelander continued: "I can do many things, but I can't do anything I want to do. They say God is nobler than ordinary people, yet I have to grovel before those old men at the top of Walter; they say God should abandon emotions, yet Madeline binds me with emotions. I still don't know what I am."

"I don't need you to take me to the doctor anymore. I'm tired, Clark, I'm tired. I died today, but it was more pleasant than the first thirty years of my life."

"At least the last thing he did before he died was somewhat heroic; at least he'll never have to see Walter's history-building company again."

The man from the motherland breathed a sigh of relief, a relaxed expression appearing on his face.

"Fuck Water, fuck God."

"I am a citizen of my motherland, and I can do whatever I want."

He stopped talking.

Clark silently placed his hand on his chest, still unable to feel any remaining pulse.

The pulse has disappeared, the body has lost its warmth, and the people of our homeland have perished here today.

He died from a laser attack by his biological father, who was genetically related to him.

The soldier boy, watching the dead Homelander, did not advance to continue the attack: firstly, these were his last words, and to act now would be unsportsmanlike and cowardly, as the soldier boy always wanted to be a tough guy; secondly, Clark's superpowers had not yet disappeared, and if they delayed any longer, they might be able to wait until the battle began before Clark turned back into a normal human.

Thirdly, his laser treatment has been completed.

Of course, it couldn't really be a five-minute cooldown; he wasn't that stupid to reveal his true combat abilities to his opponent. "I'm getting impatient," he said, rubbing his shoulder. "Either you obediently get lost, or your superpowers disappear and I'll send you to meet Homelander. What do you choose?"

"I'm getting impatient too."

Clark answered calmly.

He didn't think the soldier boy was particularly hateful. In fact, Homelander was right; the way he died was more heroic than the way he had lived for the past thirty years.

But this doesn't mean Clark is unmoved; in fact, he is now full of determination.

“I will bring you, Edgar, and the entire Walter to justice.”

Clark turned his head, his eyes sharp as two gleaming swords—he rarely showed such an expression in Edgar's and the others' memory.

“I swear, no matter what cards you play, how much money you spend, what kind of connections you have, or what reasons you give to excuse your actions, it will all be useless.”

"I will eliminate you, by any means necessary. There will never be another Homelander or another Seven in the world again."

"This is my vow as 'Superman'."

Edgar was secretly startled by the powerful words. He subconsciously glanced at his watch and realized that three and a half minutes had passed since Superman was hit by the first blow.

"I'd better think about how to escape. Luckily, in a little while, the two superhumans who are fast enough will be dead. Soldier Boy can't fly, and he can't go supersonic. As long as the train carries me."

He glanced instinctively in the direction of the train engine, thankfully he was still there and hadn't run away.

"Beating the soldier boy isn't easy, but dodging him isn't too difficult."

Edgar thought to himself.

boom--!
Just then, a third burst of energy roared outside.

The group looked outside with trepidation and saw Superman bathing in that energy, walking step by step toward the soldier boy.

Click, click.
His footsteps left cracks in the hard concrete ground. Superman's energy was recovering at a rapid pace, and the increase in his physical stats made it difficult for him to control his power.

The soldier boy stared at Superman as he approached step by step, veins bulging on his face. He dared not dodge and could only desperately increase his energy output.

But it's obvious that it's not very useful.

“Don’t worry,” Clark said to the soldier boy. “It might be a little messy to control, but it definitely won’t kill you.”

"Varied--"

Huhu——

Superman puffed out his cheeks and blew a breath at the soldier boy.

In an instant, a terrifyingly cold airflow swept across an area of ​​over a kilometer.

The crackling sounds of freezing filled the air, and the soldier boy facing the freezing breath had already turned into a solid block of ice.

Lifelike, with the voice and appearance still present, but completely unconscious.

"So, this is how it all ends?"

Edgar sat dejectedly on the second floor, waiting for the FBI to arrive. He asked Superman, "Just because we all underestimated you?"

"You are not the first people to make this mistake."

(End of this chapter)