The Boys: I Became The Soldier Boy

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Edgar’s Last Resort

Chapter 42: Edgar’s Last Resort

Of course, there were also Maeve and Starlight. Homelander hadn’t expected the two of them to come rescue his father either... Thinking of this, Homelander felt his throat tighten slightly. His teammates from The Seven had all come. Not because of Vought’s orders, nor because of Edgar’s mobilization, and certainly not because of a publicity stunt arranged by the PR department. They had come on their own accord, for his father, and for him. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"You guys—" Homelander parted his lips, wanting to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. He had rarely ever spoken a sincere word to his teammates. Bullying and threats, on the other hand, there had been plenty.

"Stop being so fucking sappy, Christ. The way you’re all looking at me makes it seem like we’re about to have a group gangbang or something." Benjamin walked past him with an exasperated look.

Maeve, Starlight: ...

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Evening. Vought Tower.

The elevator doors opened on the eighty-second floor, the corridor dead silent. Benjamin led the way, his shield strapped to his left arm, with Homelander following half a step behind him, the hem of his cape dragging along the floor, casting a long, narrow red reflection.

Maeve, Starlight, and The Deep walked further behind. Maeve had her arms crossed, while Starlight walked with a light, brisk step; on their way back, they had heard that Soldier Boy and Homelander were going to do something massive, so they were looking forward to it. However, a small piece of dried bird shit was stuck to The Deep’s bald head, and nobody bothered to tell him.

At the end of the corridor was Edgar’s private office. The door was open.

Stan Edgar sat behind his massive solid wood desk, his suit sharp, his tie meticulously knotted. A glass of whiskey rested on the desk, and next to it, a smartphone screen was lit up, broadcasting a livestream. That right, Edgar was also watching the livestream. At this point, the concurrent viewer count in the stream was still climbing, and comments densely blanketed the entire screen.

"Edgar, the biggest disgrace in Vought history! Selling out a World War II hero, are you even fucking human?"

"Fuck your mother, Edgar! Soldier Boy risked his life for this country, and you fucking hid in your office and gift-wrapped him for the Ruskies?"

"Edgar, your whole fucking family is dead!"

"The cops are already on their way, Edgar. You aren’t escaping today. The entire American public is watching you."

"This old bastard still has the nerve to sit there and drink? Look at how dignified he acts, as if absolutely nothing happened."

"His face looks like it’s saying ’I don’t care.’ He genuinely doesn’t give a shit. People like him are the most terrifying."

"Edgar, where are your board members? Oh right, they’re all dead. You’re the only one left now. How’s that feel?"

"Homelander and Soldier Boy are almost there. Aren’t you going to run? Oh, that’s right, you can’t run. You’re a mortal. You truly fucking deserve this."

Edgar’s expression didn’t change at all. He raised his glass and took a sip, acting as though he were reviewing financial statements on an ordinary weekday evening.

In fact, Edgar had considered many ways out, but this was the optimal solution... He had contacted Stormfront, but unfortunately, Stormfront had zero intention of helping him. As for Victoria Neuman... how could she possibly handle Soldier Boy and Homelander? Edgar knew that he had reached the end of the line.

More importantly, the ones he had provoked were an infuriatingly angry Soldier Boy and an equally furious Homelander; both of them were currently completely beyond Vought’s control, and that was the core issue. Perhaps the livestream could still save his life.

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Benjamin stepped into the office. Homelander followed behind him. Catching sight of Edgar’s serene face, the red glow around the edges of his pupils began to vibrate slightly once more.

"Everyone, this time, I lost." Edgar’s voice was as steady as if he were presiding over a corporate board meeting. He placed his whiskey glass on the desk and said slowly, "Benjamin, I underestimated you. Or rather, I overestimated myself. Taking on over thirty Supes completely on your own, while broadcasting it live for the entire world to see... Soldier Boy, your reputation for being uncontrollable is well-deserved, and your power is truly immense."

He raised a finger to point at the smartphone on the desk, the comments on the screen still scrolling frantically.

"Because of my actions, the American public and the police will not let me off the hook. That is why I have already called the authorities; the police are already on their way. You don’t have to kill me, nor do you need to. Killing me would likely damage your approval ratings, and you’ve both worked exceptionally hard to claw those metrics back up, haven’t you?"

He leaned back against his chair, interlocking his fingers across the desktop, shifting his gaze from Benjamin to Homelander. Edgar continued, "Vought is yours now. Along with Ashley. She’s on your side, isn’t she? She’s a smart woman; she chose the right side. And as for me—I will spend the rest of my life in prison. This is the optimal outcome for everyone. For you, for Vought, and for the public."

The sound of elevator doors opening echoed from the corridor. Ashley, leading a few remaining mid-level Vought executives, rushed over frantically, halting dead in her tracks at the office doorway. Seeing Edgar still sitting behind his desk, she instinctively flinched back half a step before forcing herself to step forward again. The executives behind her didn’t look nearly as composed; sweat poured down one manager’s forehead, leaving a damp ring around his suit collar.

As for Maeve, The Deep, and Starlight, they stood securely behind Homelander, watching the drama unfold. Maeve was highly curious; based on her understanding of Homelander, he would likely only place Edgar under house arrest rather than executing him outright, but what about Benjamin...? So Maeve was intensely curious about exactly what Benjamin would do...

Under the collective gaze of Vought’s core personnel, Benjamin walked slowly over to Edgar’s side. He reached out, snatched the phone off the desk, and clenched his fingers together. The sound of the screen fracturing was exactly like a nut being crushed. The metal frame was crumpled inside his palm like paper, fragments slipping through his fingers to hit the carpet, bouncing twice before rolling right up to Edgar’s shoe.

"You think I give a shit?"

Edgar looked up at him. His expression remained completely unshifting, but a subtle glint flickered within his eyes. "Wait, we can negotiate. The terms—the terms are entirely flexible. Homelander, now that your father has returned to your side, don’t you want to know about your son...?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Homelander’s pupils contracted.

A son? What son? Did he actually have a son? Vought’s top executives had been deceiving him all along... Could it be... that whether it was his father, himself, or his own son, they had all been victimized? Vought had persecuted his entire family?

Benjamin extended his hand, his fingers clamping hard around Edgar’s skull. The excruciating pain stripped Edgar of his ability to speak. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

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