I'm a magnetic field madman

In urban warfare, superhumans with extraordinary abilities are far more terrifying than battle-hardened special forces soldiers.

Not to mention Storm, who is essentially a weaker version of Homelander, she is already capable of dealing with any force that does not possess weapons of mass destruction.

Having taken over Washington, Storm refused any negotiating terms... and simply continued to broadcast her outright racist ideology.

Advocating the superiority of superpowered individuals and discussing eugenics, Storm's declaration and the things she spoke about were topics that were absolutely forbidden to be mentioned openly in this country.

But obviously, not being able to mention it doesn't mean that people really hate this kind of thing.

Or rather, it is precisely because of this misunderstanding of political correctness that so many people at the bottom of society in this country have developed such ideas.

Beyond this, Homelanders' destruction within the United States continues.

His precise dismantling of the local security system directly triggered an uprising by a group of gangsters and people from the lower rungs of society, excluding those with superpowers...

They seized the opportunity when the annoying police officers were taken down by "kind-hearted people" flying overhead, and started making free purchases everywhere.

The US military, on the other hand, is helpless against the Homelanders.

How would you stop an individual that travels erratically within your country at three times the speed of sound, and that possesses extremely high destructive and defensive capabilities?

As long as the father of the nation wants, he can continue to destroy and gradually undermine the very foundation of this country's existence.

Undoubtedly, the United States had become a laughing stock around the world at this time.

Similarly, the problems in this country have directly triggered the vigilance of other countries and organizations around the world that are researching compound 5.

No one would want another superpowered lunatic like Homelander to appear in their country.

As a result, restrictive laws were reintroduced in various regions and passed smoothly. This further severed the relationship between superpowered individuals and ordinary people.

Just as all of this was continuing in a ridiculous and absurd manner, one person seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

In the heart of the White House ruins, amidst the wreckage of various tanks and warplanes, and craters created by missiles, Haihu sat cross-legged.

Disasters happen every moment, and death occurs every moment.

And all of this started with myself; I was the one who ignited the hellfire that engulfed the entire country.

Wu Nan silently watched the scene before him, reflecting on each day he sat atop the White House…

He was ordering Aigo to show him live surveillance footage of every disturbance that was happening in the country.

Those deaths, those disasters, all that he caused—Wu Nan took them all in.

Clenching his fists, Wu Nan remained silent, accepting all the causes and consequences, and all the hatred. Even though his conscience was constantly being whipped and condemned, even though he could see the cries and accusations of countless innocent people who died because of him when he closed his eyes.

But Wu Nan still chose to accept it, and he will never regret his actions!

But Wu Nan would never think he was doing anything wrong. He, Bai Wu Nan... would never regret his actions even now, because he would only do what he believed was right!

Even though death is spreading and disaster is raging, all of this is the result of the seeds sown by this country in the past, and now it has to pay the price!

Between superpowered individuals and ordinary people, who is truly righteous and who is truly evil?

Perhaps at first, Wu Nan might have had such naive thoughts, pondering this ridiculous question. But now, he would never utter such innocent ideas.

Justice? Evil? How can these vague definitions fully encompass two such large groups?

If we had to pinpoint the most wicked among them, it would undoubtedly be those who have already benefited from the system: the country's high-ranking officials, capitalists, and the military, led by the Vought Corporation.

However, their "evil" is not pure and absolute... As the saying goes, "one's hero is another's enemy." When anything involves one's position, it seems that one can make a reasonable excuse for one's actions.

Every heinous crime can find the most legitimate and just excuse for itself.

Wu Nan did what he believed was right, but perhaps in the eyes of others, he was a madman who stirred up trouble, an ambitious man who would disrupt the world.

Wu Nan wouldn't offer much explanation, because in their eyes, that's exactly who he is.

He would never offer any explanation for any of this.

The faint morning light slowly rose from the east, and the hazy morning mist transformed into a thin veil, drifting among the ruins of the palace.

A blonde girl descended carefully through the mist with light, graceful steps. Her white skirt swayed slightly, and her soft, golden hair danced in the wind. Her two jade-like arms gently encircled Wu Nan's neck, and her seemingly real breath, carrying a faint fragrance, lingered on his neck.

"Wu Nan, you are right. No matter what you do, I will stand by your side."

The girl giggled, speaking softly with obvious doting affection...

"Sister Aige, your evaluation doesn't provide me with any valuable feedback."

Wu Nan smiled bitterly, resting his head against the seemingly real yet illusory space, and said in a relaxed tone...

"But thank you."

Even though Wu Nan is certain that he will never regret what he did... he is still an independent person, just a child who longs to be loved and recognized.

Doing the right thing sounds simple, but it comes with immense pressure.

Perhaps pressure can help Wu Nan grow quickly, but if he is constantly oppressed, his mind will eventually suffer.

Perhaps Aika serves this purpose: rather than using her various special abilities to assist Takeo in completing his mission, her existence is more about ensuring that Takeo's inner pressure is relieved.

Ai Ge smiled sweetly, rubbing Wu Nan's temples, and pulled him into her arms, feeling the real warmth and weight.

Having experienced her previous failure, Aigo realized that she needed to change her thinking.

A sudden loss wouldn't make Wu Nan remember her forever, but constant companionship might change things.

She had to thank Bai Wujie for being a man of his word, who gave Ai Ge a chance and possibility to realize her ideals again.

However, Aigo must also understand that while Bai Wujie always keeps his word, he will never allow Aigo to do anything to Wu Nan.

Her responsibility and duty is to ensure that Wu Nan does not break down or become distorted due to the high-pressure environment of the trial.

She doesn't need to interfere with Wu Nan's growth; she just needs to let Wu Nan relax.

“I lit this fire, but the power to extinguish it lies in the hands of the people of this country.”

When Wu Nan opened his eyes, the gloom and sadness brought by the pressure had eased considerably after he had been sleeping soundly in Aiko's arms for a while.

Instead, there was calm and certainty.

"Like the two World Wars, there were always some clueless people who thought that without that assassin, or without that mustache, the war could have been avoided," Aika said softly from the side.

"But the person who lights the fire is not the root of the problem; the problem lies in the fuel that makes the fire burn endlessly."

"I won't make excuses for myself," Wu Nan shook his head and said softly...

"But I have a premonition... that the chance to extinguish all these flames may be coming soon."

This subjective statement made it seem as if Wu Nan possessed the ability to prophesy... but he had indeed never studied his mother's Imperial Supreme Book for a single day... after all, its contents were still too profound for him.

But perhaps Wu Nan possessed a talent inherited from his mother; his premonitions were always remarkably accurate. And now, his premonition told him—

The final battle to extinguish this flame will ultimately begin with him.

Butcher looked at the devastated Pennsylvania Avenue before him... It was hard to believe that this was once the political center of the country.

"A bunch of lunatics..."

Butcher watched all this, angrily muttering curses under his breath at those superpowered lunatics...

The madness and chaos outside continue, and the chaos and killing will continue until the Homelanders stop their destruction... or until the state authorities, having reached their breaking point, unleash their final measures.

But Butcher chose a different approach—to resolve the dispute.

He arrived near the ruins of the White House, accompanied by a child, a blond boy who looked somewhat timid and introverted.

Butcher looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of hatred, helplessness, and disgust.

"Ryan, remember not to say anything carelessly in front of him after you get here."

As they approached their destination, Butcher spoke earnestly to the boy named Ryan. The boy nodded silently, clenched his fists slightly, and tightened his face, using his actions to conceal his fear.

Soon, Butcher arrived at his destination.

Amidst the ruins and wreckage of weapons and warplanes scattered across the ground, a throne constructed entirely of weapons stands in the center of this priceless junk.

Twisted steel and metal were sculpted by force into a towering weapon throne, its seat crafted from the remnants of weapons that had once attacked it—the creator of this undoubtedly pushed the limits of contempt for its adversaries.

Butcher stared at the wreckage of the weapons, a profound silence settling over him. He was now absolutely certain that this "Sea Tiger," this seemingly young boy, harbored absolutely no affection for America.

In the center of the throne, with one leg propped up on it in a manner reminiscent of a petty thug, Haihu watched Butcher approach and lazily tossed the Bible he was holding to him...

"This is the Bible your president has to read before going to work. Speaking of which... if God really would bless a country like yours, he must be either an idiot or mentally challenged."

Butcher looked at the Bible lying at his feet, paused for a moment, and then said calmly...

“I’m not a religious person, and I also hate our government. I completely agree with what you said.”

"Ha! So what is this butcher who hates this country and God planning to do here?"

Haihu casually grabbed a bottle of cola from who-knows-where, flicked the bottle neck off, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp...

"Sea Tiger, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you," Butcher said in a deep voice.

"It's time for an open and honest talk. I don't really care about what you've done. Even if you blew up the White House, I would only think you did a great job. All I care about is my wife and taking down those superhumans!"

"You're finally telling the truth." Haihu looked at Butcher with a half-smile.

From the very beginning, Wu Nan knew clearly that Butcher was no good person.

His thoughts were so mad and extreme that they were even more so than those of his own countrymen.

Because he suffered persecution from people with superpowers, he developed a sense of discrimination and hatred towards all groups with superpowers.

Of course, most importantly, he also has exceptional initiative and the courage to carry out his actions without hesitation.

He was born to do great things, and perhaps even without Bai Wunan, Butcher could have changed the world forever in his own way.

"I've found my wife..."

Butcher's face was ashen, and he didn't even try to hide the twisted expression on his face...

“But the CIA guys were faster than me; they threatened me with my wife to get me to help them deal with Homelander. And the only person I can think of who could do that is you.”

"Sea Tiger, don't we have a common enemy? So shouldn't we continue to cooperate?"

"Wow—I never imagined that Marilyn Monroe was really killed by Kennedy."

Haihu completely ignored his intentions, still holding a secret document salvaged from the White House ruins and reading it like it was a gossip magazine, marveling at its contents. This blatant disregard for his feelings made Butcher realize that his sincerity wasn't enough.

He took a deep breath, grabbed Ryan, shoved him forward, and roared with a contorted face...

“We have Homelander’s son in our hands; he’s the only bait that can lure that damn shit over!”

Haihu put down the documents in his hand, looked at Ryan who was trying his best to hide his fear, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, his smile fading...

"That's more like it. Cooperation requires mutual honesty."

40. Warrior, fight the right kind of battle!

Ryan Butcher, or simply Ryan.

The little boy in front of him tried hard to hide the confusion and fear on his face as he stood there. Wu Nan looked at him, but his own expression also showed a sense of helplessness and uncertainty.

After all, strictly speaking, they are still the same age.

When Butcher revealed his identity, Wu Nan knew that the key to extinguishing the flames had been delivered to him.

Ryan's existence is an insult to Butcher, whose father is Homelander and whose mother is Butcher's wife who was raped by Homelander.

In the end, Butcher was fortunate enough to rescue his wife.

Although it wasn't him who found them, but rather the CIA, who had been tracking Homelander, who found Ryan and his mother.

For the CIA, which had long been eyeing Vought and Homelander...

Their job is to always strive to find the weaknesses of the people of their motherland that can be controlled.

Unfortunately, Homelander was educated by Vought International into an "invincible" guy.

The phrase "flawless" here doesn't refer to the strength of the Chinese people's will, but rather to their despicable nature, their heartlessness, and their cruelty.

To some extent, such a carefree egoist is more troublesome than a tough guy with an iron will.

Because the latter still has the potential to be exploited, while the former is difficult to be manipulated by external forces!

Regardless, Ryan's existence is one of the very few cards the CIA has that can be used to counterbalance Homelander.

Having grown up without parents, a significant part of his personality is rooted in a longing for the warmth of family.

This is true for Oedipus complex, and it is also true for the desire to have a child and a family.

However, it is absolutely impossible to threaten Homelander into surrendering by using Ryan and his mother.