"Is that so? Why not ask the cunt next to you in bed? Maybe his eyes will tell you the truth."
Before Ivan finished speaking, Homelander snatched the phone from Stormfront's hand, face dark. "I swear to the Virgin Mary, I will pull your head out of your body along with the spine and use it as dog food."
"So Homelander is also there. In that case, I'll wait and see."
Ivan chuckled lightly and hung up.
He didn't believe one phone call could make Stormfront and Homelander turn against each other, because it wasn't realistic. Unless Stormfront really valued the arm she lost, but looking at the original plot, Stormfront clearly wouldn't flip on Homelander over one arm.
Just like she herself said, Homelander was the treasure they spent half a century trying to create, the treasure that could help them conquer the world.
In the alley covered in graffiti by street "artists."
Stormfront and Homelander looked at each other. "A very stupid plan. What do you think?"
"I think they should be given a deep enough lesson." Homelander, full of rage, gritted his teeth. Several clear veins burst out from his neck. The contempt in Ivan's tone successfully ignited his anger. Right now he only wanted to find Butcher and crush Butcher's head with his hands.
Soon the special operations team belonging to Vought spread out like branches and, through special channels, obtained the locations of Mother's Milk and the others.
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In the exact center of Manhattan, USA, there is a park that looks as if it was cut out with a ruler. Inside there are not only several artificial lakes, but also metal signs representing the Vought logo, and superhero statues everywhere. Half a century ago this place was named Vought Park, and of course it is also known as the back garden of the entire New York.
"I must be crazy to come to a place like this for a vacation." Mother's Milk lay on the neat soft lawn, covering his eyes with a beach hat.
When he asked his daughter where she most wanted to go, the answer was Vought Park. He could guarantee that his mood at that moment was collapsing.
At the same time he was shocked by the influence of superhero culture among teenagers across America.
"Damn it, I swear, I really want to pull out a gun and blow that guy's little bird to pieces." Mother's Milk reached up and removed the hat covering his face, looked at the Homelander statue not far away, and couldn't help complaining.
Just as he cast his gaze toward the statue, he saw a suspicious-looking guy. As a former member of the special forces, Mother's Milk immediately sensed that the other party was monitoring him. This feeling was definitely not wrong, and there was definitely more than one person.
Mother's Milk calmly observed the surroundings and reached into his pocket, gripping the handle of the Colt.
"Three hundred meters southwest, one hundred fifty meters northwest… Fuck, I've been targeted." Mother's Milk pulled out his phone and asked about the situation on his wife's side. "Take our daughter and drill into the densest part of the crowd right now. Don't ask why. I might have run into a little trouble, but trust me, I'll solve it quickly."
After putting down the phone, Mother's Milk began to think about whether he had offended any gangs in the past few days.
Because with those guys' level of professionalism, they clearly weren't FBI.
But ever since he left the team he had never dealt with gangs. They really had no reason to monitor him. After all, he wasn't some hip-hop black nouveau riche with pink diamonds embedded in his forehead and a mouth full of gold teeth.
Mother's Milk calmly walked toward the toilet.
In the blink of an eye he disappeared.
The several people responsible for surveillance sensed that this was the best moment to strike, so they followed.
"Who are you? Why are you monitoring me?" When one suspicious figure passed a large tree, a hard object suddenly pressed against his waist.
At this moment Mother's Milk, hidden behind the tree, pressed his voice low with extreme vigilance.
He had to figure out who exactly wanted to make a move on him.
"Oh buddy, don't get the wrong idea. I only came over here because I needed to use the bathroom." A white man in a black jacket hurriedly explained.
"You sure? Do I look that easy to fool?"
Mother's Milk pushed the gun forward a little.
"Trust me, my mood right now is extremely bad, even completely shit. I'll give you three seconds. If you still don't talk, the bullet will mercilessly pass through your kidney. Maybe in your next life you'll only be able to spend the rest of it with a piss bag tied to your crotch." Mother's Milk's tone was ice-cold, as if he would pull the trigger the next second.
Under Mother's Milk's threat the jacket man said a bit panicked, "Buddy don't get excited. I just thought you looked pretty rich so I followed to take a look."
"Hah. You don't really think the patches on my clothes are decorations, do you?" Mother's Milk let out a cold laugh, then frisked two pistols and four magazines from the man's body.
"Prepared pretty thoroughly. Need all this gear just to rob a Black man? But I think I already know who sent you."
Mother's Milk pulled out the dagger at the man's waist and slammed it into the back of his right hand. Puchi. The tip of the blade instantly passed through flesh and bone and sank into the tree trunk.
Looking at the blood seeping from the wound, Mother's Milk grinned ferociously. "If you still don't talk I'll stick the knife into your neck. Hope you're not the sixth poor bastard to die this way by my hands."
"I'll talk, I'll talk." The jacket man was dripping with cold sweat from the pain.
"My name is Fry. Vought sent me to monitor you. That's all I know. I swear to God."
"So it really is Vought."
Mother's Milk looked at the jacket man who kept moaning softly in front of him and suddenly said, "Pull your tongue back in."
"What?"
The jacket man instinctively pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Immediately after, Mother's Milk used both hands to rapidly strike upward under his jaw. With a crack the man's eyes went black and he slumped sideways into a faint.
"Butcher, it's me."
Mother's Milk observed the surroundings while dialing Butcher's number.
By rights he had already been cleaned by Mallory and was a legal American citizen. Vought had no authority to monitor or arrest him.
But since Vought did this, there had to be a reason. Otherwise they wouldn't send people to monitor him for no reason.
Based on past experience he couldn't help suspecting whether Butcher had done something again that angered Vought.
"Don't joke around. Lately I've been minding my own business with Vought. Maybe they just want to settle old scores."
Butcher could guarantee that this past month he really hadn't contacted Vought, let alone provoked them.
Although every day he had to listen to Becca constantly talking about Ryan, life was still pretty pleasant.
"No matter what, you and your family's current situation isn't good. I'll notify Mallory right away and have her send people to pick you up."
"Vought has gone crazy! They completely don't put me in their eyes!" Hughie on the sofa, after learning about Mother's Milk's encounter, immediately exploded with anger.
He was a member of the Office of Superhuman Affairs, specifically responsible for arresting problematic superhumans.
He could even be compared to the Sword of Damocles hanging over Vought's head.
Of course this was only what Hughie thought himself.
In reality Vought Group had never put this small character in their eyes.
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