Free Web NovelChapter 27: 27: Coke Vs Pepsi? What To Choose?
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Hillel ignored Butcher’s attempt to sow discord.
He knew Butcher was a special cunt that wanted him dead, too. But Hillel couldn’t just kill them off before draining every last bit of value from them.
For a Viltrumite to grow stronger, besides breaking limits in life-or-death battles and natural aging, the only real wall was bloodline.
Royal blood was naturally superior to ordinary Viltrumite blood.
He had to climb... step... by step... to the absolute top!
He wanted to become the Grand Regent!
"Butcher, I already have a pretty clear picture of your background."
Hillel slowly picked up Translucent’s corpse. A faint red glow flickered deep in his eyes.
Omega Beams.
He vaporized Translucent’s head right there on the spot.
It was a clear warning to Butcher.
"You hate Homelander and want to kill him. That’s your business. But don’t do anything extra."
"My abilities aren’t as restricted as Homelander’s."
Hillel flew off without another word.
Leaving The Boys standing there shivering.
"Damn it! Butcher, what kind of fucking monster did you provoke?"
Frenchie had been scared shitless. After he recovered, he started cursing loudly.
Mother’s Milk also looked relieved as hell they were still breathing.
A moment ago he’d been lifted up like a chicken ready for the chopping block.
"Heh!" Butcher ignored his two complaining teammates and turned to Hughie with a grin. "Scared back into your shell, kid? Welcome to the real men’s world!"
One minute later.
Hillel tossed Translucent’s corpse into the conference room.
Ashley jumped up in pure terror.
"Mission complete. If anyone doubts that’s Translucent, run a full DNA test."
"Oh, man! You really are a real hero! Finding the traitor so easily!" Homelander said excitedly, gripping Hillel’s shoulder hard.
He didn’t even glance at the body on the floor.
He knew it was really Translucent, not some random corpse Hillel had grabbed.
[Key Character · Homelander — Satisfied, Dependent, Trusting]
[Ability Points Gained: +3,120]
...
Current Ability Points: 11,978 / 250,000
Just like that, another three thousand points!
Fucking awesome!!
Homelander wanted to pull Hillel aside for a deep talk about the true heart of a hero.
But Hillel wasn’t interested.
He shot off into the horizon like a meteor.
Homelander watched The Guardian disappear, told Ashley to file the report, then started muttering to Translucent’s corpse.
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"Didn’t even get that steak. Might as well go back and sleep."
Hillel yawned.
His body clock was screaming at him.
Nah, better hit the pier and grab some fries.
Just as he was about to order, a message popped up on his phone.
[Starlight: The Guardian, are you busy right now? Let’s go grab something to eat ( ´ ・ ω ・ ` )]
Starlight was asking him out for dinner?
Was there a next step in the plan?
[The Guardian: Sure, you pick the place.]
[Starlight: Ninth Avenue. There’s a 24-hour Greek restaurant.]
[The Guardian: Uh, never been there.]
[Starlight: Sent you the location! It’s easy to find!]
[Starlight: ヾ ( ≧ ▽ ≦ * ) o]
[Starlight: Hurry up! I’m already here!]
[Starlight: ( ｡ • ́ ︿ • ̀ ｡ ) It’s so awkward sitting here alone.]
Hillel stared at the string of emojis popping up.
What the fuck?
Well... that was kinda cute!
One minute? Hillel took three seconds to get there.
The other fifty-seven seconds were wasted searching for that damn Greek restaurant.
After circling a few times, he realized the sign had half a corner blown off by the wind.
The place was tiny, squeezed between a laundromat and a tattoo parlor.
A few punks were leaning against a utility pole by the road. You wouldn’t even notice two people were standing there unless they opened their mouths and showed their teeth.
But inside, the vibe was completely different from the sketchy street.
Wooden tables and chairs, Greek landscape oil paintings on the walls.
In the corner, an old jukebox played lazy jazz that filled the room with atmosphere.
Starlight sat by the window, looking down and not very happy.
She’d seemed in a decent mood when she was spamming emojis earlier.
When she saw him walk in, she waved right away and forced a smile.
Hillel picked up the menu.
It was all in Greek. Fuck.
"I’ll order for you! Their roast lamb chops are really good, and the lasagna too. Pick whatever you want."
"I don’t care. Just order a bunch. I’m pretty hungry."
Viltrumites could go without eating for a long time, but they still liked slamming high-protein food now and then. It helped with stamina and recovery.
Starlight ordered a whole table’s worth in one go.
Roast lamb chops, salad, lasagna, pita with hummus, and fried calamari rings.
"And another order of fries."
"Oh, and a bottle of white wine."
Hillel glanced at her.
"Kids shouldn’t drink."
"I’m nineteen, I’m an adult!" Starlight insisted the waiter bring the wine.
"Besides, I really need a drink right now."
Seeing she was genuinely in a bad spot, Hillel didn’t stop her.
But it looked like he wasn’t getting any decent sleep tonight.
"I... I broke up with my boyfriend!" Starlight’s voice was low and her face looked miserable.
Oh, GG.
He thought she had some serious business, but it was just relationship drama.
"Uh, when did that happen?"
"A few days ago. But he came back today wanting to get back together and I said no."
Starlight sniffled.
She spilled the whole story.
Hillel roughly understood the whole situation. Starlight’s boyfriend had seen the first half of the conference room video.
He thought Starlight had submitted to The Deep’s sleazy demands just to get a good position into The Seven.
He couldn’t handle getting cucked, so he dumped her.
Then Vought released the full video and cleared things up. Starlight hadn’t given it up after all.
So her boyfriend happily came crawling back wanting to patch things up.
"Your boyfriend is Supersonic, right? He’s a supe too?"
Starlight nodded. "Yeah. I also found out he cheated on me."
Oh, double GG!
The openness of this relation opened Hillel’s eyes.
With a girlfriend that hot and he still cheated? Tsk!
"Well, congrats on ditching a scumbag."
Hillel picked up his glass and took a sip.
He shook his head.
He really couldn’t figure it out.
Was Supersonic a fucking idiot?
"Thank you. You’re the best. You were willing to help me from the very beginning."
Starlight had no one left she could trust.
Ever since A-Train got exposed for drugs, Annie learned about Compound V as an insider.
Later she asked Ashley, and since Ashley thought Starlight was one of The Guardian’s people, she told her the truth.
She realized she wasn’t a natural supe at all. Her mother had sold her to Vought as a test subject since she was a kid after signing some contract.
The double betrayal from her family and her boyfriend left Starlight with nobody to confide in.
So she thought of The Guardian.
Hillel was busy wolfing down his food.
While eating he said, "Honestly, with your looks, guys who want you could line up from Brooklyn to Paris. Why fixate on one flower?"
"You’re leaving one tree behind, but there’s a whole fucking forest out there!"
"Sorry, these fries are dry! Waiter, bring a can of Coke, um, no, a Pepsi.. ug.. fuck it, bring me a Dr Pepper!"
Starlight watched The Guardian devour his food like a beast and felt her mood lift without realizing it.
She didn’t eat much. After finishing the bottle of white wine, she ordered a bottle of whiskey.
"Alcohol really tastes terrible."
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N*gga, focus on the girl, not the food.
Well, I can’t say much. Story of my life.
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