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After hanging up the phone, Yang Bo put the tripe in his mouth; it was very crisp.

"It's obvious that Homelander doesn't want Vought or the rest of the Seven to know about his injury."

I glanced at the location information that my homelander had sent me.

"Located in the mountains at the northernmost tip of Maine, the location found by search number 2 is an abandoned military base."

He stood up and summoned the mist.

“Maria, I’ll take you back first. Becca, I’ll arrange a 100% safe place for you. We can talk about the rest later.”

Queen Maeve, holding her chopsticks, was unsure whether to continue eating.

"What is my mission?"

"Your mission? Go back to the Water Group. The higher-ups can't get in touch with Homelander, so they might have to ask Black and you for help."

"it is good."

Queen Maeve was also decisive; after receiving the task, she got up and left.

They sent Becca and Ryan to school to settle them in temporarily.

Abandoned military base in northern Maine.

This was a temporary underground air defense fortification built by the US military during the Cold War. It was completely abandoned 30 years ago, and after several changes of ownership, it was anonymously acquired by Homelander through a shell company at a low price.

The WOT Corporation database has no record of this area, and it is not even on the WOT satellite patrol list.

Homelander has never trusted the Vought Group, or rather, he has never trusted anyone.

Yang Bo landed from the air and looked at the completely abandoned military airfield, where only ruins remained of the other buildings.

Only one half-collapsed, rusted alloy hangar still stands, its walls covered with vines and fallen leaves.

Yang Bo used his senses to locate Homelander, who was currently on the basement level of the hangar.

'Why does this Homelander seem like a wounded wild animal, hiding in his safe haven to lick his wounds?'

I gathered my emotions.

His face immediately showed a look of worry and urgency.

"Homelanders!"

After shouting, it quickly flew into the hangar and found the alloy door leading underground at the deepest part of the hangar.

Open the alloy door.

A pair of scarlet eyes hovered in the darkness.

"Homelander?"

"It's me..."

Homelander withdrew his heat vision, his voice weak. Captain Marvel's attack was not a simple physical attack; her fist contained special energy.

This significantly diminished his extraordinary recovery ability.

Yang Bo reached out and took out the Book of Vishanti, its pale golden light illuminating the underground space.

The 100-square-meter enclosed space is protected by thick lead walls that isolate thermal imaging and acoustic detection, thus preventing satellite scanning.

A shelf in the corner was piled with some emergency supplies.

Homelander lay in the corner looking quite disheveled. He had managed to straighten his twisted arm himself, but the fracture hadn't healed.

Yang Bo feigned shock at just the right moment, then rushed to his side with a worried expression and asked with concern:

"You were attacked? Who was it? The man from that day?"

"Blessings of Life"

Golden light emanated from Yang Bo's hands and fell upon Homelander, making him look like a compassionate angel with wings of energy unfurling behind him.

At least that's how it is in the eyes of people from our motherland.

Yang Bo invested a large amount of spiritual energy, which greatly enhanced the golden light in his hand and improved the healing effect by several levels.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face paled, but Homelander's injuries, broken sternum, and arm were healing at an extremely rapid pace.

Ten seconds later.

Yang Bo let go and slumped onto the cold cement floor. He took out a bottle of almond water, 'laboriously' twisted it open, and handed it to the man from the motherland, forcing a smile on his tired face.

"Almond water can quickly restore your energy, you should drink it."

Seeing Yang Bo's 'overexertion' appearance, the man glanced at the almond water handed to him.

He still wanted to silence him, but he felt like he had been kicked in the gut.

An inexplicable pain made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Yang, you feel the need more right now than I do. Drink it quickly, I'll wait here for you to recover."

Homelander stood up, walked to the side, and pressed a button on the wall, turning on the lights in the warehouse.

"Aren't you in a sorry state?"

"No, he's still handsome. It's rare to see a battle-damaged Homelander. Homelander..."

You can call me John.

Homelander utterly despised being called John.

"John" is the same name as his lab number, representing his imprisoned, vulnerable, and unknown past.

Homelander is the heroic identity he created and who is worshipped by the masses.

But for some reason, he didn't care that Yang Bo called his 'name'.

“John…”

Yang Bo softly called out the name of the people of the motherland, raised the almond water in his hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Your injuries..."

"I was attacked by someone from the Pantheon; she's very strong."

Homelander had already lowered his guard in front of Yang Bo, after all, the other party had seen his disheveled appearance.

"The Invisible Man is very likely dead."

No, not at all... You'll be able to meet in a year.

Yang Bo nodded slightly, then looked at his countryman and tentatively began to speak:

What do you plan to do next?

"The Invisible Man is dead, but I feel this is just the beginning, and there's also that woman from the Pantheon..."

When Captain Marvel was mentioned, Homelander's anger and fear were barely contained; his eyes turned red again, and his tone carried a hint of helplessness that he himself was unwilling to admit:

“The higher-ups at Walter are already contacting me frantically. If they find out I’m seriously injured, they’ll just think I’m incompetent and will try to replace me and take everything I have.”

Yang Bo stared intently at the man from the motherland:

“John, tell me, do you just want the spotlight, or do you really want to be a hero, even for just a second?”

"You see, I am not perfect."

Yang Bo smiled at the words of the people from the motherland.

His meaning was clear: he was not the flawless Homelander that Walter had portrayed; he had joys, sorrows, and dark thoughts.

"So... are you interested in replacing the top management of Vought with me?"

To become a true hero who doesn't need cameras, doesn't need cheering fans, simply saves someone, doesn't need anyone's reward, and quietly lives the life of a hero.

And don't worry about being replaced, John, then you'll be yourself.

Yang Bo's whisper was incredibly seductive.

Chapter 344 Farewell to the Butcher

silence.

The air felt heavy, and the man looked at the weak and exhausted Yang Bo on the ground without saying a word.

"What do you intend to do? Kill the top brass at Walter?"

"Of course, we'll use normal business methods!"

Yang Bo supported himself and then stood up, leaning against the somewhat dirty wall: "Although I haven't been with Walter for very long, because of my special abilities, I've been here longer than you might imagine."

“Listen to me, John, I don’t think the world should be like this.”

"Heroes should not be tools for capital to make profits. Heroes should stand on high ground and become flags and beacons. They don't need to stand too high or too bright. They just need to stand there."

"As long as he is there, he will be a deterrent to bad people and a source of confidence for good people."

Looking into Yang Bo's eyes, which seemed to burn with fire, the man swallowed hard.

"You're being too naive. Heroes also need to make a living, and sometimes they need money to deal with the aftermath."

Yang Bo walked very seriously in front of Homelander, and no matter how intense Homelander's gaze or how powerful his punch, he was 'impossible' to escape from that distance.

"I know, but the group of seven should not be like this. We should reduce unnecessary expenses and expenditures, and strengthen the training and management of superpowered individuals."

Also, contact the government to allocate funds or establish a special foundation, John. Saving lives is never a one-person job.

"The company's films, merchandise, and advertisements can continue; this is what superheroes deserve."

"Although it may seem naive, I hope that people come together because of their beliefs and ideals, not money. Money is just a negligible glue between us."

Under the incandescent light, Yang Bo's innocent face came into view of the people of the motherland.

Countless reasons to refute him arose in his mind.

But after pondering for a long time, only one thought remained in his mind.

"Although I think what you're saying is too naive, I'm going to do it with you!"

Taking a deep breath, he broke into a bright, cheerful smile, reached out and patted Yang Bo on the shoulder, saying solemnly:

"Yang, I think your suggestion is very good."