As Homelander In Multiverse

The evening light of dusk illuminated the land, casting long shadows of towering buildings.

A car moved through these shadows, eventually stopping in front of a house.

CIA Deputy Director Susan Raynor stepped out of the car and walked through the garage.

As usual, she took out her keys, unlocked the door, and entered her house. Before she even had time to take off her shoes, a voice rang out.

"Your liquor is quite good. Sorry, I helped myself to a glass without your permission."

Startled, the deputy director clutched her chest and turned to look at the figure sitting in the dimly lit corner of her living room.

"Damn it, Butcher. You can't just barge in like this."

She flipped the light switch, illuminating a rugged face.

Butcher smirked disdainfully. "Then how should I come in? Should I strip off that damned skirt of yours first before entering?"

"Shut up, you bastard."

The deputy director walked into the living room and drew the curtains. "What do you want from me?"

Butcher reached into his clothes and pulled out a test tube filled with a blue liquid.

"What's this?" Raynor looked at the item in his hand and reached out to take it.

Butcher immediately withdrew his hand. "No, no, my dear Susan, we're not that close yet."

"My stuff doesn't come that easily."

Raynor glared at him. "What do you want, then?"

"You know what I want. And no, it's not to sleep with you."

Butcher placed the test tube on the table. "This is Compound V."

"According to information from the Female, this stuff gives supes a high, like they're on drugs."

"It boosts their abilities in a short period of time, making them hyperactive and stronger."

"But the side effects are obvious—it can cripple them."

He paused and smirked.

"But that's not the most important part."

"The most important part is, guess where I found this?"

"Hey, at a hospital. A children's hospital, in the ICU."

"They're injecting this stuff into kids. Do you know what that means?"

"Supes aren't God's chosen ones. To hell with divine selection!"

"This is all Vought's doing. They use this stuff to turn diaper-wearing kids into supes!"

The deputy director lit a cigarette, unable to contain herself. "So, those superpowered criminals—Vought created them too?"

"They create 'enemies,' which makes their 'products,' the superheroes, more marketable?"

Butcher stood up. "Exactly. That's the game."

"Take this and make Vought pack up and leave. And that cape-wearing guy flying around? He's not God. He's just a junkie clown!"

The deputy director pocketed the test tube. "I'll see what I can do."

Butcher stared at her. "Don't disappoint me, Raynor."

Then he left through the backyard.

Butcher drove away, smoking and listening to music, heading towards their hideout.

When he glanced at the house, he didn't stop. He kept driving forward.

On the window of the house was a red X painted with spray paint—a danger signal.

"Bloody hell."

"Have Vought's people already found this place?"

Butcher slammed the accelerator, speeding away.

He hadn't worn his alloy combat suit today for the meeting with Raynor, so he was unarmed and didn't dare take any risks by entering the house.

But as he drove past an intersection, the ground suddenly rose up.

Butcher didn't back off. Instead, he sped up, driving the car over the rising ground and flying to the other side of the street.

At that moment, frost rapidly spread across the ground. When the car landed, the tires slipped on the ice and skidded uncontrollably into a streetlight.

Bang!

The car hit the pole. Butcher jolted forward, bounced back, and slammed into the airbag that had just deployed.

He almost blacked out.

Through his blurred vision, he barely made out a tall figure walking toward him.

It was a beautiful woman with a supermodel-like figure. Each step she took left a layer of frost on the ground.

Ice Queen!

"Bloody hell."

Butcher quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. As soon as he got out of the car, a strong gust of wind blew him backward, sending him stumbling toward Ice Queen.

From the other side, another figure approached—it was Element Man, controlling the wind to drive Butcher closer to her.

Ice Queen exclaimed excitedly, "We finally found him!"

"After Black Noir's death, investigating Blue Hawk's case fell to us."

"But this guy is so slippery. He really gave us a run for our money."

Element Man nodded. "I'll send him your way. You freeze him."

The two supes were about to team up to capture Butcher when a thunderous roar came from the sky.

The night had fallen, and an ominous cloud appeared out of nowhere, flashing with lightning and rumbling with thunder.

In the flickering light, a figure could be vaguely seen within the cloud.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning rained down, chaotically striking the ground. Some even aimed directly at Ice Queen and Element Man.

Ice Queen quickly condensed the moisture above her into ice, forming a barrier to block the lightning.

Element Man raised chunks of earth from the ground, piecing them together into a wall to shield himself from the strikes.

While the two supes were suppressed by the lightning, a figure descended from the sky and grabbed Butcher, whisking him away.

By the time the lightning stopped, Butcher was long gone.

Ice Queen and Element Man exchanged glances, stunned. They hadn't expected their prey to escape.

Bang!

Butcher was unceremoniously dropped onto the ground, his back hitting something hard, making him wince in pain.

He propped himself up against a wall and looked at the woman who had pulled him out of danger.

She had asymmetrical short hair, a black-and-red combat suit, and a short cape that reached her knees.

Though she was under 5'7", she carried an air of superiority, gazing at Butcher with disdain.

"You want to take down Homelander? Count me in!"

A few luxury cars pulled up in front of 881 Seventh Avenue in New York, stopping at the entrance of Carnegie Hall.

The doors opened, and Angelina, dressed to the nines, stepped out and entered the hall under the protection of her bodyguards.

Built in 1890 with funding from philanthropist Andrew Carnegie, the hall was a landmark of both classical and contemporary music in the U.S.

Tonight, there was a performance. As Vought's vice president, Angelina had been making frequent public appearances at various events recently, and tonight was no exception.

As Angelina entered the hall, a man in a brown leather jacket and jeans stepped out of a taxi with Linda, holding her hand as they walked toward the venue.

"Are we really allowed in?"

"This is Carnegie Hall, after all."

Tonight, Homelander had invited Linda to a music performance. Hearing it was at Carnegie Hall, she felt both excited and nervous.

Homelander smiled. "Don't worry."

"I used to work on the plumbing here. I know the maintenance supervisor. He said we could sneak in through the back door."

"Really?"

"That's a relief." Linda relaxed.

Just then, a voice called out behind them.

"Oh my god, am I seeing things?"

"Linda, is that you?"

"Are you here for the performance?"

"Why are you dressed so casually? Don't tell me you think Carnegie Hall is some random countryside tavern anyone can waltz into?"

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