Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

The Iowa wilderness was shrouded in leaden clouds, and the barbed wire of the Freedom Camp groaned in the cold wind.

This "cage of justice," built by the people of the motherland, has bullet holes and charred marks on its exterior walls. The reinforced concrete structure holds the blood and tears of countless rebels.

This is the "Dissident Rehabilitation Base" touted by the Vought Corporation, but in reality it is a living hell imprisoning all those who challenge the authority of Homelander. The air is filled with a mixture of rust and despair, and even the wind carries a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

At that moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted in the open space in the center of the Freedom Camp, tearing apart the oppressive silence: "William!"

In the center of the square, a man draped in the Stars and Stripes is raising Hugh I with one hand.

The man was Homelander, and at that moment his right hand was like a steel clamp, firmly holding the locomotive by the neck of the person he was about to rescue—Huey.

Hughie's feet were off the ground, his face turned a purplish-brown, and he let out broken sobs. His hands gripped Homelander's hard palms in vain, his nails almost digging into the other's flesh, but he couldn't budge an inch.

Hughie's vision blurred, and he could clearly feel his life rapidly slipping away from his body...

The current situation is a trap carefully designed by Homelander. His release of the news that he was going to execute Hugh and the others was precisely to lure out William Butcher and Starlight, who were secretly preparing to deal with him.

All because at their own press conference, they released a video showing them threatening people with laser eyes on an airplane and refusing to help them when they were in danger...

The video caused an uproar.

The audience was immediately filled with disbelief; their admiration vanished, replaced by fear...

At that moment, Homelander almost lost control on the spot, wishing he could slaughter everyone present at the press conference. Fortunately, Vought's public relations team mobilized overnight, using cutting-edge AI face-swapping technology to create the illusion of a "fake video," and spent a lot of money to buy off a group of media mouthpieces, which barely suppressed the storm of public opinion, preserved his halo as a "symbol of the American spirit," and prevented the collapse of his fans' faith.

But this brief incident plunged Homelander into an even deeper frenzy. For him, the love of his fans was the oxygen he needed to survive, the entire meaning of his existence in this world.

Without the cheers and adoration, without the gazes that worshipped him like a god, he was like a plant without nourishment, destined to wither and rot quickly.

This must never happen again...

Since the press conference, he has been determined to bring down Butcher and his ilk! He can no longer allow these people who have damaged his image to continue living in the world!

……

Back to this moment,

Homelander was gently gripping Hugh's neck. He only needed to exert a little force to kill him, but killing him like that wasn't enough for him.

Giving the other party a little air, Homelander roared again:

"William!"

He wanted to call Butcher out, and in front of him, cruelly pierce through Hugh's eye sockets with his heat gaze, completely destroying Hugh's body, leaving no trace of his remains!

He wanted Butcher to feel the despair of being so close yet unable to save his teammates!

Damn it, Butcher, this is the end of it!

……

As he called out, Butcher indeed emerged from the darkness.

"very good!"

The people of the motherland burst into laughter, their laughter filled with a morbid pleasure.

"Just watch him die!!"

Homelander slowly raised his head, his blue eyes surging with murderous intent, condensing into a blinding laser beam that shot straight toward Hughie's head.

The scorching heat of the laser eyes was already overwhelming him, and Hughie closed his eyes in despair.

But at that moment, a "steel elbow" rapidly magnified in the Homelander's field of vision!

What?!

Homelander was completely unprepared for the sudden elbow strike...

"Man--!"

A deafening roar erupted, and Homelander's body was sent flying backward by the elbow strike.

He was like a shell that had been hit, smashing through the dilapidated barracks, stones and earth, before finally crashing heavily onto the open ground outside the Freedom Camp, creating a huge crater several meters deep, billowing smoke and dust that blotted out the sky.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a figure slowly stood up. He was wearing a vibranium racing suit with a dark purple sheen. The fabric clung to his body, outlining smooth and explosive muscle lines. Sharp metal patterns adorned the black shoulder and knee pads, and he wore a pair of specially made frosted goggles on his head, the lenses reflecting a cold light.

He hunched over slightly, maintaining the posture after the elbow strike, his shoulder muscles taut, every detail exuding the ultimate beauty of power and speed.

The locomotive—makes its appearance!

He slowly raised his head, his eyes behind his goggles gleaming with long-suppressed excitement, and an irrepressible smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He's the locomotive, and he's been wanting to do this to the Homelander for quite some time now...

I never imagined that I would actually have the chance to do it in my lifetime!

While saving his fans, he was also able to show off in front of them, which made it impossible for him to hide his smile any longer.

"Whew—that feels great!"

The locomotive let out a long breath, its voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement, "I've had my eye on that bastard for ages!"

Even if the people of their own world have become better, it doesn't mean that the locomotive has forgotten the bullying they once suffered at the hands of the people of their own world.

He hasn't forgotten this grudge...

……

Having succeeded in his attack, Locomotive did not flee. He had studied the strength of the Homelanders in this world, and from various perspectives, their strength had not broken through the state level; at most, they were only at the peak of the city level.

With his vibranium suit and mastery of level 7 electrical energy tempering, he might not be without a fighting chance...

He'll send Hugh and the others away first, then he'll go and meet the Homelanders of this world...

He strode over to Hughie, whom he had rescued during the attack, bent down to help him up, and spoke with a hint of concern in his voice:

"Are you alright, Hughie? If you're fine, then get out of here."

Hughie slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the locomotive, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm, feeling a sharp pain – this was no dream!

Locomotive? The locomotive that was always being chased around by Homelander actually sent Homelander flying with a single elbow strike?

"You...you knocked Homelander flying?" Hughie's voice trembled with disbelief.

The locomotive grinned and patted Hughie on the shoulder.

"That's right, I am that powerful..."