At the same time, in a villa on the outskirts of New York, the television hanging on the wall was broadcasting FBSA's harvest over the past month.
Although Ivan had zero interest in it, he was still happy to use it as background music for breakfast.
On the screen Congresswoman Neuman sat in a bright, clean office receiving an interview.
She looked straight at the camera and smiled. "The several vicious injury incidents involving superhumans that occurred some time ago are still fresh in many people's memories. According to official statistics, in the past year at least 226 people died directly or indirectly at the hands of superhumans. This may only be a small portion of the real numbers.
Because the vast majority of people reached private settlements with certain superhero organizations, so the official statistics never counted them.
In order to prevent and even eliminate similar tragedies from happening again, the FBSA, full name the Office of Superhuman Affairs, was born. Perhaps many people don't understand our responsibilities. I think it's necessary to explain again. We are responsible for supervising, managing, and punishing criminal superpowered individuals.
Our existence means they can no longer act however they want without any restraint…
Since the establishment of the Office of Superhuman Affairs, we have arrested more than twenty superhuman criminals. Some of them maliciously injured people, some trafficked drugs, already seriously threatening the public security of the entire United States.
Under our heavy fist the increasingly serious superpowered crime incidents have been contained. I am very happy about this. It means our management is showing initial results. But one point I must emphasize: this is only the beginning, not the end. Next our work focus will be to reach cooperation with the police departments of every state. Both sides will go all out together and strive to give the people of the entire United States a clear sky…"
Watching Victoria talk eloquently on the screen, Ivan's heart had zero fluctuation. He extended a thin tentacle and rolled up the Compound V on the table.
At this moment the fusion progress on the panel had already reached 98%.
This meant that even without using Compound V he could completely fuse Super Strength within two days.
During this period Ivan could clearly sense the changes in his own power, and through training he had basically mastered the newborn strength.
Without a doubt this power was quite astonishing. Ivan once experimented with a four-kilogram iron ball. The result was that the extremely hard iron ball in his hands was like a non-Newtonian fluid, freely stretched and kneaded by him.
"The plan to steal Homelander's abilities should begin." The key was in hand. Next was to consider how to use this key to open the safe that was Homelander.
The corner of Ivan's mouth lifted slightly as he dialed Stormfront's number.
After some adjustment his voice was almost exactly the same as Butcher's.
"Hello, this is Billy Butcher. You should not be unfamiliar with this name. I want to ask, when you're on the toilet, can that prosthetic left arm of yours come in handy?"
On the other side, Stormfront and Homelander were capturing a robber.
Faced with the two superheroes' cat-and-mouse style pursuit, the panicked robber fled into an empty alley.
Just as he thought he had shaken off the pursuit.
A sudden voice shattered his illusion.
"Oh buddy, where do you think you're going?"
Looking at Homelander who suddenly appeared in front of him, the robber hurriedly fled in another direction, only to see Stormfront.
So he instinctively raised his pistol and aimed at Stormfront.
Unexpectedly, the moment he raised his hand, his wrist was directly broken by Stormfront. The gun in his hand fell to the ground.
"Shit! My hand! You seem to have broken my hand!" The robber covered his wrist and kept backing away.
"What do you plan to do with him next?"
Stormfront walked up to Homelander and asked.
"Of course take him to the police station." Homelander answered.
"That's right, that's the hero's way. But the way I see it, if we send him to the police station today, he'll be released tomorrow."
"Makes sense."
The two exchanged a smile.
The robber on the side was still begging Stormfront and Homelander to take him to the hospital, completely unaware that death was about to arrive.
"A lot of the time they always hold up their phones filming all kinds of things, thinking they're messengers of justice. But in reality, we are the true guardians of this city." Homelander smiled and placed his hand on the robber's face.
The robber seemed to realize something and urgently said, "Please, please take me to the police station."
"It's because of people like them that the devout American values have gone rotten."
"I think you're right."
Stormfront teased Homelander's lower head with her hand.
"The recently established Office of Superhuman Affairs seems to be trying to steal our jobs." Stormfront secretly increased the force.
"A bunch of jumping clowns, let them be." Although Homelander's words sounded unconcerned, the displeased expression on his face betrayed him.
"Tell me, darling, who is the true master of this city."
Stormfront suddenly grabbed hard.
Bang! The next second the robber's head was directly crushed by Homelander!
Thick blood mixed with some yellow-white fluid sprayed onto both of their faces, yet it didn't affect the mood between them at all.
"Me!"
Soon the two launched into a fierce round of battle in the graffiti-covered alley.
During it Stormfront pulled out her phone. While taking impacts she pressed the answer button.
"Hello, this is Billy Butcher. You should not be unfamiliar with this name. I want to ask, when you're on the toilet, can that prosthetic left arm of yours come in handy?" Butcher's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Fuck you! Have the guts to give me your location. I'll definitely twist your head off and shove it into a toilet."
Stormfront pushed Homelander away with a face full of rage, wishing she could cut the Butcher on the other end of the phone into a thousand pieces.
"Don't get angry. According to scientific research, getting angry accelerates a person's aging, especially for a lady of your advanced age."
"Very good. Did you specifically call to try to provoke me? If so, then congratulations, you succeeded." Stormfront's fingers had already dug into the edge of the phone. Thankfully the phone's quality was decent and it could still maintain a stable call.
"Don't you want to know who was the one planning everything behind the scenes that night? Someone wanted to use us to eliminate his competitors. So let's guess who that person is. Maeve? Starlight? Or the completely uncompetitive Black Noir?"
Listening to the voice from the other end of the phone, a trace of doubt flashed through Stormfront's eyes, but then she laughed out of extreme anger. "A bunch of rats who only know how to hide in the sewers actually trying to sow discord between us. Have to say, this move of yours is pretty shitty, and I won't believe a single word you say."
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