The Boys: I Became The Soldier Boy

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Butcher Meets Becca

Chapter 80: Butcher Meets Becca

Inside Vought’s secret community, underneath an abandoned overpass that sat perfectly in a surveillance blind spot, Butcher pressed his back against the freezing concrete wall of a support pillar. Relying on his phenomenal counter-reconnaissance skills as a former top CIA operative, he had somehow managed to infiltrate this steel cage that not even a fly could breach, slipping all the way into this unmonitored dead zone.

Before long, the low rumble of an engine approached. Becca drove up to the location.

"Be... Becca..." Butcher rasped, completely overcome with emotion.

The moment Becca stepped out of the car, she threw herself forward recklessly, slamming straight into Butcher’s broad, warm embrace! The two held each other in a death grip beneath the freezing overpass. Eight years! Eight whole years of living like a walking corpse in absolute hell! In this exact moment, deliverance had finally come.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Butcher. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have kept it from you..." Burying her face against Butcher’s chest, Becca sobbed uncontrollably, pouring out the terror and grievances of the past eight years.

"No, it’s not your fault. I’m the one who deserves to die! I failed to protect you, I wasn’t there by your side!" Butcher cupped Becca’s gaunt face, his eyes raw and bloodshot. He had thought he would never shed another tear in this life. But right now, scalding tears streamed relentlessly down his cheeks.

After clinging to each other’s warmth for a few moments, Butcher wanted to get Becca out of there.

"Butcher, I... I can’t leave with you." Becca took a step back, her eyes flooded with agony and conflict.

"Why?" Butcher froze, his voice laced with urgency. "That caped freak has you locked up in this place! Vought is in total chaos right now, this is our one and only window to escape. You have to come with me!"

Butcher still didn’t know that if Becca were just an ordinary woman, Vought wouldn’t have given a single shit about building an enormous secret community just to keep her confined. Right now, Butcher still assumed Homelander had locked Becca up here merely to satisfy his own twisted desires.

"Because... because I have Ryan..." Becca took a deep breath, as if draining every last ounce of strength she possessed, and finally spilled the brutal truth to her beloved husband. "Butcher, I’ve lived here for eight years, and... I gave birth to a child. His name is Ryan. He’s Homelander’s biological son."

At those words, Butcher went completely numb. Ryan? Homelander’s seed?!

To find his wife, he had spent the last eight years living like a ghost, neither human nor demon. Every single day, he plotted how to tear Homelander limb from limb! But what about his wife? Not only was she alive, but inside this lush, scenic hidden community, she had quietly and safely raised that bastard spawn—the product of the psycho who raped her and destroyed their entire lives—for eight whole years? Butcher felt nothing but rage... and grief...

Yet, when he lowered his gaze and saw Becca’s terror-stricken, helpless eyes—looking exactly like a startled doe—Butcher’s heart spiked with a sharp ache once more.

"It’s alright... Becca, it’s alright." Butcher stepped forward, pulling Becca into his embrace once more, soothing her in a raspy voice. "I told you, it’s not your fault. It was an accident. You’ve been locked away in this goddamn place this whole time, you didn’t have a choice. You’ve suffered enough."

Butcher also finally understood why Becca was being kept under lock and key here. It wasn’t because of Becca at all, but because of Homelander’s kid. Vought intended to groom a brand-new miniature Homelander.

Hearing her husband’s comfort, the tears in Becca’s eyes spilled over even faster.

"Then... why don’t we bring the boy, Ryan, along?" Butcher knew Becca. Once she set her mind to something, there was no changing it. If he forced her to leave without Ryan, she would undoubtedly kill herself on the spot. Therefore, his only play was to take Ryan with them. "Go get him out here, and I’ll take both of you away from this place. We’ll flee the country and start fresh! From now on, I’ll be Ryan’s dad!"

When Butcher uttered those words, it was entirely against his will. Keep in mind, he was offering to take in his sworn enemy’s bastard spawn. On top of that, the thing he loathed most in this world was Supes. But for Becca’s sake, he had no choice but to compromise. Becca was his absolute everything.

Hearing that Butcher was actually willing to accept Ryan, a flash of pure joy surfaced on Becca’s face! "Really? Butcher, you’re genuinely willing to take us both? You don’t care about what Ryan is?"

"Of course. He’s your kid, why would I care?" Butcher said.

However, a woman’s maternal intuition is exceptionally sharp. Even though Butcher’s tone was incredibly tender and his facade was practically flawless, Becca still acutely captured the raw disgust buried in the deepest depths of his bloodshot eyes. Besides, what kind of man was Butcher? He was a rabid dog who would do whatever it took, by any means necessary, just to butcher Supes. How could he genuinely accept a super-powered freak carrying Homelander’s bloodline?

Becca knew it was impossible. "You’re lying to me... Butcher, you can’t stand him..."

"Becca! Just listen to me!" Butcher pleaded urgently.

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Meanwhile. Inside the cottage a few kilometers away from the overpass, Homelander carried an exceptionally exquisite, limited-edition "Soldier Boy" action figure in his hand, a placating smile pasted on his face as he pushed open the front door. This was a gift he had specifically brought over from Vought headquarters today, intending to use it to repair his father-son relationship with Ryan.

"Ryan! Look what Daddy brought you..." Homelander’s voice trailed off instantly. In the spacious living room, Ryan was entirely alone, sprawled out on the carpet and drawing.

"Ryan, where’s your mom?" Homelander’s brow furrowed slightly, his raw intuition signaling that something was off.

"Mom said she was going out to throw away some trash and take a quick walk. She’s been gone for a while now, Dad," Ryan answered dutifully. He was long past being angry—it was like they said, kids got mad fast, but they got over it just as quickly.

The smile on Homelander’s face evaporated instantly. A walk in the middle of the night? A woman like Becca, who guarded Ryan like he was the center of her universe, would absolutely never leave him home alone while knowing full well that he might drop by at any moment.

"Oh, is that so? Well, you keep playing then, Daddy will go pick up Mommy."

"Thanks, Dad!" Ryan chimed happily.

Homelander gently handed the action figure over to Ryan, then turned and strode out of the cottage. The absolute millisecond the door clicked shut, Homelander’s pupils dilated, a flash of red light flickering in his eyes as he activated his super hearing and super vision.

For a god-like being who stood as the most powerful man on the face of the earth, tracking down a single person inside a sealed community spanning only a few square kilometers was easier than taking a breath. Homelander rocketed off the ground, scouring the area.

In a matter of mere seconds, his super hearing locked onto a pair of rapid heartbeats and a set of familiar voices echoing from underneath that distant overpass!

"Heh, looks like a rat snuck inside after all."

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