The Boys: I Became The Soldier Boy

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Making Homelander Pack a Gun

Chapter 56: Making Homelander Pack a Gun

When Benjamin returned to Vought headquarters, Homelander had also just gotten back from Becca’s secret community. Tonight, Homelander was in an exceptionally good mood, a bright smile plastered across his face.

However, the Vought executives who crossed paths with him along the way all quickened their steps, trying to get as far away as possible. In their collective experience, the happier Homelander looked, the more it usually signaled impending doom. Nobody could tell whether his joy was genuine or a complete facade.

Homelander walked straight into his office. He had a magnificent time playing with his son, Ryan, today. Honestly, if it weren’t for that bitch Becca constantly nagging Ryan to go to sleep, he would have gladly stayed inside that little cottage for the entire night.

"My son is a literal angel..." Homelander poured himself a glass of milk, murmuring to himself. He had already drawn up a roadmap in his mind. The next time he went to see his son, he absolutely had to bring him the latest iPhone! Right, and some high-quality milk—milk is good for kids, packed with nutrients. Goat’s milk would work too, or if Ryan ever needed it, he could procure some high-quality breast milk. He wanted to shower Ryan with the absolute best things the world had to offer.

But at the same time, Homelander was intensely dissatisfied with Becca. He utterly loathed the way she raised the boy! She was actually raising a boy who carried his and Benjamin’s bloodline in a greenhouse like some fragile little girl! It was completely unforgivable!

"Ryan is a lion cub, not a house cat." Homelander downed the glass of milk in one go, licked his lips, and said slowly, "I have to find a way to train his powers myself. I need to teach him how to fly..."

Right as Homelander was lost in these beautiful plans for his son’s future upbringing, the office door was pushed open. Benjamin walked in, throwing Mesmer’s phone onto the desk right in front of Homelander with a sharp clatter.

"We have results on Translucent’s death."

Homelander blinked in surprise. As his gaze swept across the photographs, finally locking onto the fierce-looking man with a thick beard, his pupils contracted slightly. Very quickly, the memories began to connect—the party eight years ago, the recent race between A-Train and Shockwave... it was that exact face staring back at him.

"William Butcher..." Homelander stared dead at the photo, realization dawning on him. "He’s Becca’s husband... ex-husband."

The entire chain of logic finally clicked into place! There was no terrorist attack at all. Translucent had been killed by this mere mortal. And the sole reason Butcher and his little crew targeted Vought and murdered Translucent was to get revenge on him—Homelander!

"The mess your goddamn dick got you into has turned into a real fucking problem," Benjamin said.

"I’ll handle it. He’s just a goddamn mortal," Homelander said slowly, his eyes gradually lighting up. He knew exactly how to screw with that goddamn Becca now. He kind of wanted to drag Butcher straight to Becca’s cottage and make him look at his and Becca’s son with his own eyes... and then threaten Becca using Butcher’s life. At the thought, Homelander let out another smirk.

Benjamin had no idea what was running through Homelander’s head. He stood up, walked over to the desk, and suddenly did something Homelander found utterly incomprehensible. From the holster at his waist, he pulled a pitch-black, large-caliber M1911 pistol—the exact same model he always carried.

Clack. Benjamin laid the gun gently in front of Homelander. "Take this," Benjamin said flatly. "For self-defense." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Homelander: ?

Staring at the pistol on the desk, Homelander was completely dumbfounded. "Self-defense?" Homelander pointed at himself. "Are you fucking kidding me? I’m Homelander! The most powerful Supe on earth, and you’re handing me a pistol for self-defense?!"

Benjamin nodded. "Yeah. Not only that, you carry it on you at all times. Don’t lose it."

Homelander was utterly perplexed.

"Looks like you still haven’t completely figured out what kind of power your old man actually awakened."

"You only know that on the day Edgar sent those Supes to ambush me, a blast equivalent to a mini nuclear bomb detonated at the scene, right?"

Homelander froze, then nodded. When he had first arrived, the signs of a massive explosion were glaringly obvious.

"That’s the new power those goddamn Ruskies awakened in me after running decades of inhumane radiation experiments on my body," Benjamin explained slowly. "It’s not just a regular explosion."

"Any Supe caught in my nuclear blast—if they’re a weak piece of trash—will completely disintegrate in an instant. But what if they’re a top-tier Supe with an incredibly resilient build who can tank the explosion?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"My blast radiation will vaporize the Compound V right out of their blood. Meaning, anyone hit by it will instantly lose all their superpowers. They turn into a regular mortal."

Homelander’s mind went completely blank. Lose his superpowers and turn into a mortal?! Give me a fucking break... Homelander couldn’t even begin to fathom what he would be like without his powers. Everything he had right now was built entirely on his superpowers. Despite being tortured like a dog throughout his childhood, there was no way in hell Homelander would ever give up his powers to become an ordinary human.

Benjamin looked at the shell-shocked Homelander and said, "So, have you ever considered that aside from me, there might be other methods in this world to wipe the Compound V out of your body? Or say, when we’re fighting enemies, what if my nuclear blast accidentally clips you...?"

"Also, I’d suggest that along with packing a gun, you keep a dose of Compound V handy. If you ever get caught in my blast, re-injecting Compound V can restore your powers, though it might take a little time to kick in."

Homelander finally understood what Benjamin meant. This was an insurance policy Benjamin was handing him. If one day he fell from his lofty altar and turned into a powerless cripple, the pistol would be his weapon for self-defense, and the Compound V would be his tool to reclaim his power. Homelander reached out his hand, wrapping his fingers around the cold steel of the pistol.

Right then, Stormfront started blowing up Benjamin’s cell phone again. Benjamin glanced down at the screen, clapped Homelander on the shoulder, and said, "Anything can happen. Even we aren’t completely invincible in this world. Be careful—exceptionally careful. Learn from your old man."

With that, the image of the original show’s finale where Butcher cracked Homelander’s skull open flashed across Benjamin’s mind. To put it bluntly, if he’d had a gun or a dose of Compound V handy, things wouldn’t have gone down that pathetically.

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