American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

If the result had been the actual death of Homelander, that would have been one thing, but the outcome was a complete defeat, and the act of cloning Homelander was exposed.

Although he wasn't afraid of Homelander, this was still a rather troublesome matter to deal with, since in his eyes Homelander was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

“Dr. Carlton, could you explain why two Homelanders met at the same research institute a few minutes ago?”

Edgar dialed Carlton's office number.

As soon as Carlton answered the phone, Edgar's cold voice and icy tone came through.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar, that clone left the lab without permission. We tried to stop him, but to no avail..."

"I don't want this to happen again."

“I assure you, Mr. Edgar.”

……

At this moment, amidst the sudden events at the research institute base, Homelander stared with a ferocious expression at the surveillance camera in the corner.

He then slowly walked out of the laboratory and into the laboratory corridor.

There was no one else in the research base on this floor at the moment.

Just as Homelander stepped into the corridor, countless plumes of white smoke suddenly billowed out from the ventilation ducts.

It was a neurotoxin with a Vought-like quality, specifically designed to deal with superhumans who usually experience accidents, but in this case, it was being used on Homelander.

White toxic gas quickly filled the entire floor of the experimental base.

The father's gaze swept over the thickest, strongest metal barrier at the front, and he silently collapsed to the ground.

The white toxic gas inside the room continued to spread, and as time passed, more than ten minutes later...

The view inside has returned to sight.

The sealed gate in front of the experimental base suddenly burst open, and two guards wearing gas masks and armed with guns cautiously walked in.

The two ignored Homelander, who was unconscious in the corridor, and continued walking.

After reaching the spot where Homelander had led them, the two dragged the Homelander clone away from the lab.

He turned on the walkie-talkie to report what was happening at the experimental base to his superiors.

"We've already dealt with Homelander's clones and are dragging him along to prepare for establishing an experimental base?"

"Oh damn, where is that damn Homelander? Has he left?"

"No, he's unconscious here. We released nerve gas."

"Unconscious, oh shit, Homelander isn't afraid of nerve gas at all, you idiots?"

A furious roar came from the other end of the phone call, seemingly trying to shatter one's eardrums.

The two guards, who were dragging the Homelander clone along the ground by its two feet, were horrified after hearing this conversation.

Reflexively, they immediately turned to look at Homelander, who had just been lying unconscious on the ground.

However, where Homelander should have been lying just now, there is no sign of him now.

Just then, something unsettling happened that startled them.

"What are you looking for?"

A soft voice came from ahead.

The two guards, armed with real guns, turned around and saw that Homelander had somehow already taken up a position at the very front.

Around its face and eyes was a chillingly intense red glow.

The solemn red light sent chills down their spines.

The next moment, a destructive heat beam swept out, severing the two soldiers dragging the clone in front of them in half.

The two red seams around his waist gradually widened, and then his upper body suddenly split open, dragging his lower body as he crashed to the ground.

Looking at the two corpses, Homelander, covered in blood, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with a bloodthirsty look.

The man looked ahead, peering through the half-open metal gate at the guards outside.

The guards who were spotted were horrified when they saw Homelander's face. They immediately slammed their hands on the button next to the metal door, trying to close it again and isolate Homelander inside.

Just as the metal door was rapidly closing, an object was kicked by Homelander, aimed directly at the gap in the closing door.

With a click.

The clone's body fit perfectly into the gap of the closing door.

The clone's not-weak physical strength still withstood the immense pressure of the door closing.

The gaps left behind allow people from our motherland to pass through with ease.

When the guards outside saw that Homelander had escaped, they had no courage to fight him and all turned and ran.

But no matter how fast they run, they can't outrun the speed of the people of the motherland, nor the intense gaze of the people of the motherland.

The eyes of the man from the motherland were bloodshot, and his burning, bloodthirsty gaze swept across the experimental base without restraint.

Every living person in sight was torn apart, everything turned into a jigsaw puzzle of human bodies broken in two.

At this moment, the people of the motherland are like a demon released from hell.

He strolled leisurely through the experimental base, blasting open one metal door after another.

A bloody and brutal massacre began against all the creatures in the building.

……

On the other side, the Water Tower.

The president's office on the 87th floor.

Edgar received news from the experimental base that Homelander had gone berserk and killed a clone. The intelligence was updated again, and then the guards shut down the experimental base in time. Homelander was drugged and knocked unconscious.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best if Homelander didn't escape the experimental research base; that guy has always been a very troublesome presence.

This opportunity might just be an opportunity...

The opportunity to replace Homelander.

When he ordered the continued release of anesthetic gas and neurotoxins, he quickly received a reply informing him that Homelander had fallen unconscious and the situation was under control.

Just as Edgar thought the matter was resolved and was preparing to contact Dr. Carlton to discuss how to properly handle any potential problems,

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw what appeared to be a dark shadow flash across the glass outside the window.

He looked sideways.

Only then did they realize that the dark figure was none other than Homelander, the one the base had mentioned not long ago, who was now drugged and in control of the situation.

Chapter 91 [The Dark One Who Came Back from the Dead!]

bang——

The clean, transparent glass was shattered directly by the body of the man from the motherland with tremendous force.

Countless shards of glass, gleaming in the sunlight, flew everywhere. Homelanders, their battle uniforms tattered and stained with blood, barged in from the outside.

Then she stood in front of Edgar.

Edgar frowned as he looked at Homelander in this form.

He had long considered that these superheroes were uncontrollable experimental waste products, and that focusing on research on Compound 5 and developing pharmaceuticals would be simpler and more convenient.

"You wanted to replace me, so you created a clone of me in an attempt to kill me. But it seems you forgot one thing: that guy was practically an idiot!"

Homelander's eyes gleamed with intense pride as he stared intently at Edgar across from him.

Are you very disappointed?

After many years, he finally stood here in this tough stance.

"So, what are you trying to tell me?"

Edgar looked at him nonchalantly, “You treat me like a father, seeking my approval. You think it was difficult for me to create a guy, but it was just something I did casually.”

Homelander's face turned extremely ugly; his lips twitched as he stared intently at Edgar.

He himself wasn't sure if the old black man had accurately predicted his thoughts.

But he seemed to hear again the image of himself in that wall when he was in the laboratory, the resounding last words that told him.

What he wanted was to overcome himself.

A persistent anger was brewing in his heart. "Edgar, don't think you're so calm. You're actually more fragile than I think. I used to be able to crush an old man like you every few days."

Edgar smiled fearlessly, "If you were truly powerful, you wouldn't resort to such tactics, like a rat, to escape."

By the way, I've taken Ryan to another safe place, so you don't need to worry about his safety.

This gesture, rather than a threat, seemed more like a blatant act of defiance.

Upon hearing Ryan's name, Homelander's blood boiled. He glared menacingly at Edgar, "Where did you take Ryan? Are you really not afraid of death, Edgar?!"

“You’re welcome to try!” Edgar adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly.