Free Web NovelChapter 32: 32: Say No To C*ck Block!
A gray day provides the best light.
~ Leonardo da Vinci
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Is Hillel obsessed with blondes? Nah, he just flat-out appreciates a good-looking woman.
He likes every beautiful girl the same.
Still, he took the time to explain exactly who Cate and Jordan were to Starlight. Only after that did she cheer up again.
Afterward, Hillel got a call. It came straight from a Vought International executive. Edgar himself was on the line, inviting him up to the top-floor office at 3 PM for coffee. ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Not going. I’m busy."
Hillel hung up without another word.
He had plans to spend the afternoon at home with Starlight, having a good time—watching cartoons, movies, stuffing their faces with snacks, and getting to know each other real fucking well.
"Mr. Guardian, this is an order from Edgar! Do you know who he is? No supe at Vought International dares to disobey..."
Edgar’s secretary spoke in a tight, stern voice, but she didn’t get to finish.
"Then do you know who the fuck I am? Tomorrow I’m gonna blow your goddamn head off!"
The secretary didn’t take Hillel’s threat seriously.
"Mr. Edgar will be waiting for you at 3 PM. If you don’t show, you’ll have to deal with the consequences."
Starlight listened from the side, looking worried. Edgar ran Vought International. Nobody fucked with him, yet Hillel straight-up ignored the invitation. No matter who you asked, it was hard to believe.
"This... this isn’t good, right? We’re both contracted supes with Vought."
Hillel didn’t give a shit. He scooped Annie up and carried her straight into the bathroom.
"Forget about being supes at Vought..."
The moment the door clicked shut, he set her down only to push her against the cool marble wall.
"Let’s just be us in this moment.." He said, crashing his lips onto hers.
"Mhhm~" Annie moaned into the kiss, her fingers already clawing at his shirt.
Hillel stripped them both and turned the shower on, hot water cascading over them instantly.
Steam filled the bathroom as he lifted her effortlessly, pinning her back against the tiled wall. "So? Do you want more, or should I go and meet Edgar?"
"..Stay.." Annie wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer.
"Hmm~ Good girl." Warm water poured over their bodies as he kissed her deeply, tongue dominating her mouth.
Ten minutes later, the lights on the whole floor started flickering.
Three hours.
The whole building lost power again.
At 3 PM sharp, Edgar picked up the coffee his secretary had brewed and waited for his guest with perfect poise.
3:10. 3:20. 3:30...
"Sir, I... I definitely notified The Guardian. He should have been here at 3..." The secretary looked panicked.
She never thought The Guardian would actually have the balls to no-show.
"I’ll call him myself."
Edgar dialled the number. Beep... beep-beep... The phone rang.
Hillel rolled over, grabbed the phone, and motioned for Starlight to keep going.
"The Guardian, this is Edgar."
Clap! clap! pa! pa!
Ooh, ooh, ahh, ooh...
The wet, filthy sounds coming through the line made the man who’d run Vought for decades feel a vein pop on his forehead.
"Guardian, we have an agreement. When I need you, I expect you to come immediately." Edgar loosened his tie, already getting used to this kind of shit.
The Guardian really was the same as the rest of these trashy supes. Wave enough money around and they all got corrupted easy.
Hillel tossed the phone behind Starlight and took charge again.
The lights in the nearby buildings started flickering too. Click. The call cut off.
Hillel frowned and pulled up his panel.
Edgar’s personality was too damn stable—even this couldn’t make his emotions spike hard.
Whatever. No point overthinking it. Business first.
On the third day, Hillel finally showed up late. The second he walked in, Ashley was already waiting in the lobby.
"Mr Edgar is waiting for you. Oh my god, how could you leave the big boss hanging like that!" The corporate suit gave a bitter smile.
Edgar carried way more weight than Madelyn. Even though Ashley had taken over her position, she still didn’t dare piss off the real boss.
But she didn’t dare piss off Hillel either. He was the big backer she needed to keep her footing in the company.
Poor honest Ashley stayed stuck right in the middle.
"What are you scared of? He’s not gonna laser your ass or blow your head off like Homelander." Hillel looked completely unbothered.
Ashley didn’t dare say a word, because Homelander was also waiting right there in the lobby.
The moment he saw Hillel walk in, Homelander flashed a big smile and greeted him.
He used to think Hillel just wasn’t scared of him, but he never expected the guy to fuck with Edgar too! This was just... fucking awesome!
Could a supe really be this ballsy?
"Oh, it’s Homelander!" Hillel greeted him casually.
Seeing Hillel’s casual attitude, Homelander didn’t get pissed—he actually looked happy. Only real friends could talk to him like that, right?
"Bro, Edgar’s waiting. I don’t like the guy much either, but you still gotta think about The Seven!" Homelander said, still putting in a word for Edgar.
Hillel looked a bit disappointed, like Homelander was letting him down. "I’m not trying to shit on you, Homelander, but why the fuck don’t you just go at Edgar yourself?"
Homelander stayed quiet. He walked beside Ashley, his heartbeat picking up whether he wanted it to or not.
Every time he thought about Edgar, that unstoppable cowardice hit him. Guess that’s just how he was built. No matter how tough the son gets, he still fears his father.
Top floor. Edgar’s office.
Ashley opened the door and Hillel floated in with his legs crossed.
Edgar didn’t even glance up. He kept reading a document while his female secretary stood next to him.
Hillel ignored Edgar completely and stared right at the secretary instead. "You the one who called me yesterday?"
The secretary’s face went stiff. This was a supe who had the balls to stand up the big boss—she wasn’t about to act tough now.
Because he really might blow her head off.
"It... it was me!"
"You’re pretty bold, ordering me around like that?"
"That was my order," Edgar said, still not looking up.
Hillel didn’t answer. He just floated right in front of the secretary.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You... you are The Guardian," she answered, voice shaking.
"Then you should know I’m one of the strongest supes on the planet. Who the hell gave you the balls to talk to me like that?"
The red glow in Hillel’s eyes flickered. At this distance the secretary could feel the scorching heat burning her face.
Sweat poured down her skin and her makeup started running.
"I... I... I didn’t mean to..."
Thanks to Edgar’s power, this secretary had gotten used to throwing her weight around at Vought. She wouldn’t dare boss Homelander, but she loved ordering other supes.
Everyone at Vought knew she was Edgar’s bitch.
"If you kill her, you’ll be violating that justice you claim to stand for," Edgar finally put the document down and looked straight at Hillel.
His heartbeat shifted a little, but not much.
"Every fucking inch of capital is soaked in sin, and capital’s dogs aren’t innocent either, right?"
Bright light shot from Hillel’s eyes. The secretary screamed and collapsed on the spot, piss soaking through her clothes.
Of course Hillel wasn’t actually going to kill an innocent person. He wasn’t some demon. Back when he was a young Polish guy with big dreams watching the fireworks on New Year’s Eve, he still kept some basic lines he wouldn’t cross.
"Alright. Now tell me why you wanted to see me."
Edgar stared at Hillel for a full minute, then pointed at the chair across from him. "The Guardian, please sit."
A cup of coffee was already waiting on the table.
Hillel walked over to Edgar’s fridge, fuck no Pepsi or Dr Pepper... He pulled out a bottle of Coke and said, "I’ll take this instead."
Edgar didn’t bother with the small stuff. He slid a folder across to Hillel. "Do you know about Vought International’s International Department?"
"Not really. Sounds like the supe department handling overseas markets."
Edgar leaned back in his chair, laced his fingers together, and completely ignored the terrified, piss-soaked secretary crumpled beside him.
"To be exact, our diplomatic arm pushes supe militarization programs to governments around the world."
"But some regions are too messy for money alone to fix."
Hillel opened the folder. First page was a satellite photo—Middle East, desert border between Syria and Iraq.
A red circle marked the spot. Looked like normal desert on the surface, but thermal imaging showed huge underground structures.
The second page was the file.
Codename: Sandstorm.
Real name: Farid Al-Rashid.
Age: 41. Nationality: Iraq.
Ability: Geological Manipulation.
Could control all soil, rocks, and gravel within a 500-meter radius, turning them into weapons or shields. Also created earthquakes, sandstorms, and shaped underground spaces.
Threat Level: S.
Just from the power description, this guy was seriously strong.
Hillel kept reading. The background was pretty interesting.
Farid was born in Baghdad in 1983. In 2003, America invaded Iraq. That same year, Vought International’s overseas department started a secret project in the Middle East called "Desert Shield."
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