...
The hotel where The Boys were temporarily staying.
Leon's room.
Maeve, who had come to find him, was exhausted after a day and a night. Dressed in a black and white maid outfit, she collapsed onto the bed, motionless.
To the side.
Leon stood by the window, already changed into his soldier boy suit. He was wiping his shield while contacting Arcee, who was joyfully speeding outside, through a Bluetooth headset.
“How different is this place from ours?”
“Nearly ninety percent similar. Besides many different place names, the layout is almost identical. The location of Stark Tower is Watertower.”
“Honestly, if you hadn't told me this belonged to another World, I would have thought it was a parallel World to our original one.”
“Is that so…”
Leon narrowed his eyes in thought.
Just then.
Thump thump thump!
A knock sounded on Leon's room door.
Butcher's voice came from outside, but ever since the last time he entered and left with an unforgettable trauma, Butcher had learned his lesson and only announced from outside:
“Oi, mate, time to send the twins on their way.”
“Let's go.”
Leon wanted to see if Payback was truly all trash.
This time.
Because the venue involved many innocent people, almost all of The Boys were dispatched.
Among them.
Frenchie, who had long yearned for the Pantheon of Heroes, was the most enthusiastic.
...
Outside a sprawling manor Villa.
“Oh, fuck.”
“It really is an unsightly chaotic party. The damned Pantheon of Heroes is still going on.”
Butcher, hidden in the grass, observed the stimulating scenes from the manor Villa hundreds of meters away, scenes that would never pass inspection, through his binoculars, and couldn't help but exclaim.
After finishing.
Butcher handed the binoculars in his hand to Leon beside him, but Leon raised a hand to refuse:
“There’s no need.”
“I don't need this thing. A mere few hundred meters is no different from it happening right under my nose.”
“Oh?”
“You actually have this ability?”
Butcher raised an eyebrow, the binoculars he offered to Leon frozen in mid-air.
Leon was now adjusting his visual focus by controlling the contraction of his pupils and the thickness of his lens, achieving a telephoto effect equal to or even stronger than the binoculars in Butcher's hand.
The more he explored Super Self-Regeneration, the more Leon discovered that the potential of this ability was far greater than he had imagined.
The literal meaning of “Self-Regeneration” was just its most basic use, it was truly wonderful~
“He doesn't want it, but I do!”
Frenchie eagerly snatched the binoculars from Butcher's hand, then observed with great relish, making continuous clicking sounds, wishing he could join in.
To the side.
Hughie actually wanted to look too, but Starlight kept standing beside him, supervising him, making him a little embarrassed to look openly.
“Speaking of which, the Pantheon of Heroes was originally founded by me. The first one was held in 1952, initiated by me and another super-human, Liberty.”
“She was truly a fiery hot chick. If I hadn't already had Crimson Countess back then, I'm afraid she and I would have a child by now.”
“The person would probably be thirty or forty years old now, hehe.”
Upon hearing this.
Butcher, Hughie, Starlight, and the others couldn't help but exchange glances. Wasn't Liberty the Storm (from The Boys) they had been dealing with before?
After being severely injured and crippled by a heat vision blast from Homelander's son, Ryan, it was said that she committed suicide on Homelander's birthday not long ago.
Understanding the situation.
The members of The Boys tacitly avoided mentioning any news about Storm (from The Boys), so as not to stimulate Soldier Boy's mental state again.
“Fuck~”
Leon suddenly cursed with a laugh: “Although I founded it, they have clearly surpassed me—
“They're playing too wild.”
“Some of the scenes are so disgusting they make even me nauseous.”
“Shit!”
“What the hell is that? Not a real Man at all!”
“Heresy, must be eliminated!”
“Huh?”
“W-wait a minute!”
Whoosh—
After Leon spoke, Hughie and the others had just reacted and wanted to dissuade him, when they saw Leon's single-eye heat vision shot, directly severing Love Sausage's superpower cleanly from hundreds of meters away.
“Holy Shit!”
“My little baby~ Why did you break! How can I live without you!”
By the outdoor pool of the manor Villa, Love Sausage himself cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
His superpower, after losing control from its Master, did not immediately perish, but followed its instinct, snaking towards the nearest place to it.
As long as it could…
As long as it could reach that place…
...
“Oh, my God, you actually shot it off!”
“Didn't you say you wouldn't harm people without cause anymore?”
“And... Shit!”
Snatching the binoculars from Frenchie's hand, and seeing Love Sausage's superpower severed from his body and even going rogue, Hughie quickly threw the binoculars back to the sullen-faced Frenchie beside him after only a few words.
“If you want to look, you can, I can't appreciate it!”
After calming his churning stomach, Hughie looked at Leon, worriedly:
“There are many people inside…”
“As long as they don't hinder me, they'll be fine.”
“Then just now you still…”
“He disgusted me, I didn't want to either.”
Leon's expression was utterly serious, not feigned, and he continued:
“How about this, I'll give you three minutes to evacuate those you consider good people. The rest, I will consider heretics and eliminate.”
“What caliber are those guys? How dare they disgust me, the founder of the Pantheon of Heroes!”
Upon hearing this.
Butcher and Hughie exchanged glances.
Then.
He decisively handed a tube of Temporary Compound V to each of the non-powered members of the team.
Hughie and Frenchie didn't refuse, but Mother's Milk steadfastly maintained his bottom line.
“Hughie, didn't you promise me you wouldn't inject that harmful stuff again?”
Starlight questioned Hughie, trying to snatch the Temporary Compound V from his hand, but Hughie, quick-witted, injected it first, ultimately only snatching an empty syringe.
“Annie, now is not the time to dwell on this, I must regain my superpower.”
Hughie, while feeling the Superman strength he had regained, explained with emotion and reason: “To be able to evacuate those innocent ordinary people and superhumans as quickly as possible, my teleportation superpower is essential.”
“Fuck!”
“Just this once, no more!”
Hughie had already injected it, so no matter how much Starlight couldn't accept it, she had to, and what Hughie said indeed made sense.
Time waits for no one.
Given Soldier Boy's emphasis on contracts, if he said three minutes, it would definitely be three minutes, not a second more or less.