The Boys: I Became The Soldier Boy

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: The Deep and A-Train Arrive First

Chapter 74: The Deep and A-Train Arrive First

Benjamin continued, "From now on, during field missions, if you cross paths with an irredeemable rogue Supe who’s completely lost their mind and slaughtered a massive number of innocent civilians, just like that ice guy from last time, you don’t need to ask for permission. Put them down on the spot, kill them dead."

"But, if you encounter someone... whose nature isn’t inherently evil, then you bring them in alive!"

Benjamin continued, "Because if they can be co-opted and their power suits them as a superhero, that’s obviously ideal. But if they’re unwilling..."

"I can directly neutralize the superpowers inside their bodies and let them go back to being ordinary humans."

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone in the conference room—aside from Homelander—was completely stunned.

Homelander instinctively touched the pistol at his waist.

"N-Neutralize superpowers?" Queen Maeve looked at Soldier Boy, her thoughts completely unreadable.

"Oh my God..." The Deep shuddered violently, frantically calling out as he exchanged a quick look with A-Train beside him.

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"Ben... since when?" Stormfront looked at Benjamin in shock. If Benjamin truly possessed this kind of power... didn’t that mean he could arbitrarily strip away anyone’s superpowers?

"What the fuck is there to be surprised about? If you had been subjected to forty years of nuclear radiation experiments, you’d fucking have it too."

"I’m sorry, Ben..." Seeing that she had hit a sore spot, Stormfront quickly apologized.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, not bothering to offer any further explanation.

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Right now, out on the vast ocean. A luxury yacht originally meant for vacations was continuously plowing ahead through the waves, bound in a specific direction.

Inside a bedroom on the yacht’s second deck, an Asian woman in a black top was frantically gesturing with sign language to the Asian teenager in front of her, her face filled with anxiety. She was Kimiko.

In front of her, his hands and feet bound by heavy iron chains, his gaze as savage as a startled wolf pup, was her biological brother, Kenji, who wielded terrifying telekinesis.

Kimiko signed incredibly fast, her eyes brimming with desperation. She was trying to tell her brother to stop killing people, and that if they followed this "The Boys" crew—who were hot-tempered but barely counted as good guys—maybe they could carve out a way to survive.

However, Kenji completely blocked her out. Before long, Kimiko left in utter helplessness.

Just like that, mirroring the original show, Kenji manipulated an aluminum can to unlock the chains.

Click! Regaining his freedom, Kenji was just about to dive into the sea to escape.

Right then, a helicopter happened to skim past at low altitude right above the yacht.

He violently swept his hand, and the attack originally intended for Butcher instantly veered toward the helicopter.

Boom! The multi-million-dollar helicopter looked as if it had been brutally slapped by an invisible giant hand; spewing black smoke, it plunged headlong into the sea hundreds of meters away, sending a massive geyser of water into the sky!

"Goddamn kid!" Before Kenji could plunge into the ocean, Kimiko lunged forward, forcibly pinning her newly empowered brother dead against the deck and tying him up all over again.

Yet, before The Boys could even catch their breath.

Thud! Thud! Two exceptionally muffled, heavy impacts suddenly echoed from the bottom of the yacht! ƒrēewebnovel.com

Immediately following that, the entire hull began to violently pitch and roll.

"Fuck! What’s going on?!" Mother’s Milk was shaken so hard he nearly tumbled into the sea, gripping the guardrail in a death grip.

"The hull’s breached! We’re taking on water!" Frenchie poked half his body out of the cabin, his face paralyzed with terror. "Sharks! A massive school of crazed great whites is ramming the hull! They’re attacking the yacht!"

Within a mere matter of dozens of seconds, the yacht’s waterline began to drop at a visually striking pace.

Faced with the vast ocean and a sinking vessel, no matter how much of a rabid dog Butcher was, he had no choice but to opt for a strategic retreat.

"Abandon ship! Get to the raft! Move!" Butcher kicked loose the lines holding the zodiac.

The crew frantically tossed the heavily bound Kenji inside, then piled onto a high-horsepower motorized zodiac, tearing at full speed toward the distant coastline.

But the crisis out on the water was far from over.

Behind and on both sides of the zodiac, over a dozen razor-sharp dorsal fins sliced through the water, snapping tenaciously at their heels!

The great whites pursued them relentlessly like highly disciplined hounds!

And right as they neared the shallows of the beach...

Splash! Accompanied by a deafening eruption of water, an exceptionally colossal sperm whale breached clean through the surface!

Perched on top were The Deep and A-Train, with The Deep striking a thoroughly pretentious pose, glaring fixedly down at The Boys.

The whale beneath his feet quickly triggered a colossal, cascading white wake due to its sheer mass, sending the zodiac into a violent wobble.

Following that, the whale forcibly beached itself on the shore, stranding itself on the sand like an impenetrable wall of flesh, completely sealing off the zodiac’s landing point!

"A-Train... The Deep..." Steering the zodiac, Butcher stared with dead eyes at the two figures perched on the whale’s back ahead.

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Up on the whale’s back.

A-Train pulled off his sunglasses, looked down at the sperm whale beneath them, and cast a glance at The Deep beside him like he was looking at an absolute idiot.

"I mean... bro," A-Train’s mouth twitched, utterly bewildered. "Since you can control seafood, why the hell didn’t you just order this giant piece of seafood to ram and capsize their piece-of-shit zodiac?"

The Deep smugly adjusted his green-scaled suit, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Bro, I think all that running has rotted your brain. Soldier Boy gave us absolute, ironclad instructions during the briefing: we need them alive! Alive! If we capsized that piece-of-shit boat and that Supe kid accidentally drowned, Soldier Boy would twist my head clean off!"

Hearing this explanation, A-Train countered, completely speechless, "Is your goddamn brain packed to the brim with fish? You could have just ordered a few of those dolphins you routinely throw parties with to snatch that bound Supe right out of the boat! As for those other guys on board packing guns, who gives a flying fuck if they die? You actually had to beach a fucking whale to use it as a roadblock?!"

Hit by A-Train’s thoroughly logical tactical breakdown, The Deep froze. Oh, right! Why didn’t I just have the dolphins hijack the target?!

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