Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

French: "..."

"The superheroes that Walter portrays aren't as glamorous as they seem, but you and Butcher have also taken many innocent lives. Neither of you are good people, nor are you heroes."

"So I won't talk to you about ideals and ambitions."

Yang Bo took out a spiral-shaped blue potion from his backpack, which looked just like the T-virus from the Resident Evil universe.

"Queen Maeve's Superpowers"

"Use to gain Queen Maeve's superpowers"

"PS: This kind of superpower gene has no growth potential or heritability, it's really not as good as your shit-playing superpower."

“Drink it, French, this is your destiny.”

"Mr. Yang, what is the price?"

"Gain all of Queen Maeve's current abilities, but lose your growth potential. In other words, you will remain as strong as you are when you drink it."

French listened to the butcher's roar outside, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the potion.

"Sir, could you please spare the butcher?"

“I didn’t intend to kill him, but he kept courting death.”

Yang Bo showed a helpless expression:

"Frankie, just because I'm strong doesn't mean I should give in to him and let him shoot at me and insult me. I didn't even have sex with his wife."

French was left speechless by the rebuttal.

He twisted the medicine in his hand hard, but he couldn't open it no matter what he did.

"Uh, just hold it and think about using it."

French was slightly taken aback, and then the "Queen Maeve's Superpower Gene" in his hand disappeared.

He felt a sudden surge of icy warmth sweep over his limbs and bones.

There was no explosive pain, no out-of-control rampage.

Queen Maeve's superhuman physical strength, super self-healing ability, and extreme physical capabilities instantly and completely merged with his body.

French clenched his fists slightly, feeling the surging, unfamiliar yet incredibly reliable terrifying power within his body, a complex expression swirling in his eyes.

'Have you always fought monsters like this before?'

How are you feeling?

“Very strong…unprecedented.”

He looked up at Yang Bo and asked:

"What do you want me to do? Supervise superpowered individuals?"

"The main task is arrests; I will assign Number 2 to supervise them."

The world of The Boys is the most suitable world to be supervised by 'Ultron'.

Fairness and impartiality.

"However, your first task is to save Kimiko."

Yang Bo gently tapped French's forehead with his index finger, and instantly information about Mikiko and parts of the plot appeared in French's mind.

After receiving the information and images that popped into his mind, French became serious and focused.

"Leave it to me."

"Do a good job and don't let me down."

Yang Bo gave him a "I have high hopes for you" look: "When I have time, I'll prepare a suitable place to serve as the base for the Black Robe Police. Okay, I'll be going now. I'll contact you if anything comes up."

After saying that, he vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, French sat down on the ground with a feeling of relief.

Yang Bo had a smile on his face the whole time, and even when he was cursing, there was no sense of anger in his tone.

But his heart always felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stood up, and looked out of the iron gate.

The butcher was struggling to move away on one leg. Due to excessive blood loss, he collapsed to the ground after only a few jumps.

"what--"

With a roar, he struggled to get up from the ground.

Upon seeing this, French immediately rushed out of the room, but he couldn't control his current speed at all.

The butcher, who had finally managed to get back to his feet, was knocked to the ground by the strong wind generated by his rapid movement.

"Uh, Billy, would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"

Yang Bo, who had just returned to the lounge of the Water Building, sat lazily on the sofa by the window:

"Number 2, help me find a suitable location for the Boys' base. It doesn't have to be in New York; anywhere else is fine."

“I understand, sir. Please wait a moment while I analyze the conditions required for the Black Robe Detective base and the most suitable location.”

"No rush."

Yang Bo gazed at the New York night view outside the window:

"I'm such a good boss, I not only give you talent but also help you find a partner!"

Chapter 345 You are the real heroes

Xingguang stood hesitantly at the door of Yang Bo's lounge, raising her hand as if wondering whether to knock.

Just then, the door opened automatically, startling her.

"Come in."

Yang Bo's voice rang out in the lounge. Someone had made the choice for her, which relieved her.

Stepping into the room, I immediately saw a figure sitting on the sofa.

The door behind me closed automatically.

"Starlight, what brings you here so late at night? Have you thought it through?"

Yang Bo patted the sofa, gesturing for Xingguang to sit down: "You didn't come here to have a heart-to-heart talk with me, did you? I'm not some kind of confidante older sister."

"I...I'm just a little confused, Yang. Why do I feel like you're so comfortable with this kind of life?"

"Because our initial expectations were different, you came to be a hero, while I came to be a leader who sexually harassed his female secretary, so you felt confused, while I felt comfortable."

She took out a cup of Zhicha from her backpack and took an elegant sip.

"Starlight, I'm telling you in the most direct and straightforward way: leave the group of seven. This place isn't for you."

Yang Bo gazed at the starlight, and the light in her eyes vanished.

"I finally achieved my dream, and I don't want to give up like this."

"Is it your dream? Or your mother's dream? If a dream turns into a nightmare, is there any point in persisting?"

The starlight was silent.

Yang Bo stood up and looked at her:

"Starlight, if you can't change life, then adapt to it."

"What about you?"

"I will change this world. You should go back and get some rest."

Yang Bo stretched and lay down on the sofa.

"Change the world?"

The starlight murmured softly, gazing at the night view outside the window.

"I want to too..."

"Then I need to hurry back to sleep; you can dream about anything."

Starlight: "..."

The next day.

Yang Bo carried Queen Maeve and flew towards the Atlantic Ocean: "I never thought the Transocean 37 incident would happen to us."

Not wanting to reveal her flying ability, Maeve nestled in Yang Bo's arms: "What do you plan to do? Follow Madeline's plan?"

"Of course! Incorporating superhumans into the U.S. military is also what I want. Now that Madeline is at the forefront, I can pick up the scraps from behind, isn't that perfect?"

Moreover, I am a kind-hearted person; I could never bear to see innocent humans die in front of me.

Four terrorists hijacked a civilian airliner in mid-air.

Madeline immediately arranged for him and Maeve to go and handle the situation. This airspace was far from land, making it perfect for Wot to create a perfect hero PR campaign.

Soon, a large passenger plane appeared in front of the two.

"Go straight in and subdue the terrorists?"

"Of course, but we need to discuss the details properly."

“Saving people is simple. The problem now is how to put on a good show. Wait a minute.”

Yang Bo opened the "Book of Vishandi" and looked through the spells recorded on it.

"My Divine Protection skill is perfect for showing off. Queen Maeve, just stand in your most beautiful pose in a moment."

The rest is up to the passengers; I need to make sure their tickets are worth the money.

Queen Maeve stared at Yang Bo and suddenly said, "You are really suited to the Vought Group. Even if you don't want to change Vought and the Seven, you can still live a very comfortable life."

"It's all about transactions, and I'm a businessman. It's all about maximizing profits. Alright, let's go in."

Gale-force winds howled high above the ground, and clouds churned thousands of meters high.

Yang Bo held Maeve and hovered steadily to the side of the passenger plane. The faint screams of panic from the passengers and the violent shouts of the hijackers could be heard from inside the cabin.