Chapter 109: Homelander: Do you even know what Google Maps is?

It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.

~ Mark Twain

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Soldier Boy lunged forward, grabbing Homelander’s cape tightly.

"I told you not to wear this crappy rag! It pisses me off just looking at it!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Soldier Boy grabbed the cape, swung his arm in a wide arc, and treated Homelander like a tattered sack...

Slamming him hard against the ground!

Once!

Twice!

Thrice!

Hulk? Loki? Did someone change the channel?

Homelander didn’t react at first, and was slammed so hard he felt dizzy.

"Are you fucking looking to die!!"

Two beams of red light shot out from his eyes, piercing straight toward Soldier Boy!

Soldier Boy raised his shield, forcefully enduring the impact, and then stepped closer to Homelander step by step.

Sss—!!

Heat Vision was heating up the shield.

Enduring the high temperature, Soldier Boy threw a punch at Homelander’s face, knocking his head to the side, and the Heat Vision instantly sliced half of the conference room apart.

The two top Supes on Earth began brutally beating each other without holding anything back.

Every punch landed solidly on flesh.

Every collision was accompanied by a terrifying roar, and the entire building seemed to tremble.

And Clara, who had been tossed aside by Homelander, was coughing violently while clutching her neck like a dead dog.

When she saw the scene before her eyes, her mind went completely blank.

Wait, why is Soldier Boy fighting Homelander?

"Stop!"

Clara scrambled forward on all fours.

"All of you, just stop!"

She wanted to pull Homelander away, but Homelander was too worked up right now, and as for Soldier Boy... there was no way she could stop him.

"John! Benjamin! You guys, you guys stop fighting!!!"

Stormfront was practically acting like an ordinary housewife.

Watching the father and son beating each other up right in front of her, she was utterly helpless.

Upstairs.

Hillel was crossing his legs, holding a bucket of popcorn.

"Boss, it feels like we’ve seen this episode before."

Feeling the vibrations from below, Jordan felt a little terrified.

Soldier Boy and Homelander seemed to be fighting, but the boss didn’t care at all and was still watching TV here.

"If we’ve seen it, just switch to the next episode!" Cate accepted it pretty quickly.

She had already blindly followed Hillel without thinking.

As for Hillel, his X-ray vision passed straight through the floor, turning the duel between Soldier Boy and Homelander into a live broadcast.

Crunch, crunch.

He chewed on his popcorn, watching with great relish.

"Ooh, that was a nice throw!"

"Homelander, why don’t you fight back? Aren’t you embarrassed to be tossed around like a toy by your biological father?"

"How old are you, and you’re still getting the beating of your life from your old man!"

Beside him, Cate perked up her ears.

"Holy crap... Soldier Boy and Homelander are father and son?" She found it a bit hard to believe.

"This is a secret, don’t leak it!" Hillel casually instructed.

"John is Soldier Boy’s spawn, though you can’t really call it natural reproduction. Homelander is a laboratory product, except neither of these two idiots knows about it."

"So, Soldier Boy likes Clara?" Jordan asked with a gossip-loving look.

"Right."

"And then Clara ended up with Homelander!" Cate’s face carried a hint of pleasant surprise.

This was... way too thrilling!!

The two gossip spectators only hated themselves for not having X-ray vision.

"Guardian, Guardian, quickly give us a live commentary, how’s the fight going?" Cate pestered Hillel, full of gossipy excitement.

"Oh, right now Soldier Boy is violently beating his own son for the sake of his old flame!"

"As for the son, for the sake of dignity, he wants to counter-kill his own father!"

"It’s raining so hard over at Clara’s place!"

"Hey, you guys say, what if this scene is adapted into a script? A father and son falling in love with the same woman at the same time, is there a chance to compete for an Oscar?"

Cate thought about it carefully.

"It should win awards, but an Oscar might not be certain; that still depends on their acting skills."

"What acting skills? It’s all genuine emotions of wanting to beat the other to death."

Hillel shook his head.

Boom!!

Another loud crash sounded.

The entire Vought Tower seemed to shake along with it.

Hillel narrowed his eyes.

Wonderful.

Simply too wonderful.

As for what Vought Tower would be smashed into...

Doesn’t matter!

Anyway, old-timers are paying for it, and he hasn’t treated those people yet anyway. Once everyone’s 100 billion arrives in his account, he’ll go fleece them hard again.

It’s nothing!

...

The conference room had long been razed to the ground.

The two Supes were blinded by the killing intent, and neither could do anything to the other.

Soldier Boy’s defense was astonishing. The Heat Vision hit his shield, melting a hole into it, but couldn’t break it completely.

Homelander was fast, and his individual combat power vaguely held the upper hand.

However, whenever Soldier Boy bared his chest cannon, he subconsciously dodged, instinctively feeling that he couldn’t withstand that thing.

By the end of their fight, they were evenly matched.

"Listen to me! Stop! All of you, just stop! Stop fighting already!"

But the two men who had lost their minds didn’t pay any attention to her at all.

Clara was exceptionally anxious. If this fight continued, everything she had painstakingly built would end up buried along with this building.

Under pressure, she finally made a decision.

Especially when Homelander pinned Soldier Boy to the ground once more and raised his fist.

She roared out with all her strength.

"Stop!!! He is your father, John! You’re his spawn!"

The conference room fell into an abrupt dead silence.

Homelander’s fist froze in mid-air, and Soldier Boy widened his eyes with an expression of "what kind of bullshit are you talking about".

Both of their minds went completely blank at the same time.

"What did you say?"

Soldier Boy kicked Homelander away with one foot, finding it completely unbelievable.

This blond piece of trash was his son?

Clara panted heavily, saying word by word: "Homelander... John, he isn’t an ordinary experimental subject. Vought used your genes, cultivated from your tadpoles!"

"He is your biological son!"

The air suddenly grew scorching and tense.

Homelander was even more dumbfounded, kicked away by Soldier Boy without even having time to react.

"Bullshit!"

Soldier Boy didn’t believe it at all: "Clara, stop talking bullshit here!"

"Would I have such a wimp of a son? Don’t try to fool me with such ghost stories!"

His tone was extremely resistant, as if admitting that Homelander was his son made him feel deeply humiliated.

Homelander’s reaction was even more intense.

He pointed straight at Clara, his eyes burning red, Heat Vision almost gushing out.

"If you talk nonsense again, I’ll rip your skull right off and let everyone see what kind of shit is really inside that old Nazi bitch’s brain!"

Make him admit he was Soldier Boy’s son? In his dreams!

This guy just grabbed his cape and swung him around like a sack.

He, Homelander, was unique and the most perfect existence. How could he possibly have been birthed by this old bastard!

Wimp? Me? Impossible!?

Homelander’s temper flared up instantly.

Soldier Boy wasn’t willing to back down either; he was no Mr. Nice Guy.

"Who the fuck are you calling an old bastard, you blond bastard strutting around wearing a curtain!"

"Back when I was on the battlefield hauling a machine gun and blasting Nazis, you were still just a slimy blob in a petri dish!"

"With that cowardly look of yours, you deserve to be my spawn? I think your genes inherently carry your mother’s sissy stench!"

"Who the fuck are you calling a sissy!" Homelander trembled all over with anger.

"You outdated old fogey crawled out from a grave, can’t even use a cell phone, and you still dare put on airs in front of me? Do you know what Google Maps is? Do you know what shared bikes are? Have you ever had a Starbucks iced blonde vanilla latte?!"

"I took Ryan to have it, and everything you were absent for, I’ve made up for Ryan!"

"And with that crappy little power of yours, if the Russians hadn’t upgraded you, you wouldn’t even be fit to carry my shoes right now!"

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