Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: That Damn Plane Incident

The little girl looked down at the bill in her hand, then looked back up at the blond man in front of her. The tears in her eyes had not even dried, but her mouth had already split into a huge, gap-toothed grin.

"Superhero! Mr. Homelander, thank you! I love you!"

Homelander reached out and pinched her other cheek.

"All right. Don’t fall next time. If you’d fallen on this Soldier Boy’s pant leg, you might have gotten yelled at."

The corner of Benjamin’s mouth twitched. "Fuck you."

The little girl turned and ran back to her mother, waving the hundred-dollar bill over her head and shouting,

"Mommy! Mommy, the superhero father and son gave me money to buy triple-scoop ice cream!"

Mia’s mother stood in place, looking at the melting cream still dripping down Homelander’s pants, then at the hundred-dollar bill in her daughter’s hand. Her lips moved slightly.

"Mr. Homelander... really is a good superhero."

She murmured to herself.

Mia tugged at her mother’s hand and looked up. "Mom! I want a Homelander figure!"

"We’ll buy one, we’ll buy one. We’ll buy the biggest one."

Mia’s mother crouched down, pulled a tissue from her bag, and wiped the snot and tears from her daughter’s face. There was still a trace of tension in her voice, but the corners of her mouth were already lifting.

"We’ll buy a Soldier Boy one too. A father-and-son set, how about that? We’ll get the most expensive one!"

"Thank you, Mommy! I love you!"

"I love you too, my good girl."

Mother and daughter turned the corner hand in hand, the little girl’s golden braids bouncing under the streetlights.

Her laughter drifted back from far away, clear as bells stirred by the evening wind.

Benjamin stood a few steps away, watching all of it.

He walked over and handed Homelander a tissue. "What did you mean by that? I couldn’t yell at a little girl that small."

"I saw you yell at Starlight before..."

Homelander took the tissue and wiped the cream on his pants twice. The more he wiped, the worse it smeared, so he simply gave up.

"Fine."

Benjamin shrugged.

He stood there, watching the mother and daughter disappear around the corner, and fell silent for a moment.

"She has a nice smile. That little girl."

"Yeah."

"I used to find it annoying when kids cried." Homelander crumpled the dirty tissue into a ball and tossed it into a roadside trash can.

"That’s what we fucking call growth."

Benjamin turned and strode toward the model shop.

"Come on. Buy four sets. If we mess one up, we’ll have spares."

Homelander followed, his steps a little lighter than before.

The streetlights cast the shadows of the two large men across the late-night New York sidewalk, one ahead and one behind, occasionally overlapping.

...

...

"Fuck you, Madelyn! You goddamn bitch, you old whore! Fuck, fuck!"

Benjamin kicked open the door to Madelyn’s office, and the door slammed into the wall with a loud crash.

Madelyn had been sitting behind her desk with a cup of coffee in hand. Startled by the sudden kick, she spilled half the cup across the desk.

She had no time to wipe it up. She stood, her expression shifting from shock to confusion, then from confusion to blank bewilderment.

"Mr. Soldier Boy, what is the meaning of this?"

"You’ve got the fucking nerve to ask me what I mean?"

Benjamin strode to her desk, planted both hands on the surface, and leaned forward.

"Homelander and Maeve went to rescue a hijacked plane. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?"

Madelyn opened her mouth.

She glanced down at the coffee spreading across the desk, then looked back up at Benjamin.

Her mind raced, but she could not figure out what she had done wrong.

"There are only three hijackers on that plane. Homelander and Maeve are the two strongest Supes in The Seven. Sending them to handle three hijackers, I don’t see what the problem is..."

"Of course you fucking don’t!"

Benjamin slapped the desk. The coffee cup jumped, then toppled over completely. Dark brown liquid spilled across the surface and dripped onto the hem of Madelyn’s skirt, but she did not dare wipe it off.

"You know they’re two Supes! You know they’re the two strongest members of The Seven!"

"Did you ever think about my idiot son’s personality? Did you ever think that if he starts fighting inside a cramped plane, he could very easily destroy the whole damn thing?"

Madelyn froze.

Her expression went from confusion to utter blankness.

She actually began searching her mind for that possibility, and then realized she had never considered it at all.

"Then... then what should we do?"

Madelyn asked. A thought crossed her mind. If things really reached that point, she could only hope Homelander would leave no one...

"So hurry up and give me the fucking location!"

Benjamin straightened and jabbed his fingers hard against her desktop twice.

"The plane over the Atlantic. Real-time location. Now. Move."

Madelyn hurriedly opened her tablet.

She swiped across the screen, moving quickly. A small red dot appeared on the map, slowly traveling along a curved route.

"Here. Thirty-eight degrees north, seventy-one degrees west, altitude thirty-eight thousand feet. The location keeps changing."

Benjamin glanced at the coordinates, then turned and headed out. When he reached the door, he stopped and threw one line over his shoulder.

"Hurry up and contact Deep."

"Deep?" Madelyn’s voice carried a trace of uncertainty. "He isn’t a member of The Seven anymore..."

"Forget it. I’ll contact him myself."

Benjamin slammed the door behind him without looking back.

In the hallway, Benjamin pulled out his phone while walking and dialed Deep’s number.

The phone rang several times before it connected, and Deep’s cautious voice came through.

"Sir? I... I’ve already been fired. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong recently..."

"Shut up and listen."

Benjamin’s voice was low, his speech extremely fast.

"Get to the Atlantic immediately. Thirty-eight degrees north, seventy-one degrees west. There’s a hijacked plane in the air. Homelander and Maeve are on board."

"Homelander? He can handle it himself..."

"He can’t. He might break the plane. You wait below. If something happens to the plane, you’re responsible for rescuing people."

"There are over a hundred lives on that plane. If things really go wrong, Homelander can bring people down to you instead of having to fly them all the way to shore."

"Don’t you fucking love the ocean? Don’t you love fucking dolphins?

"Send those damn dolphins out of the Atlantic to rescue people. That’s your specialty.

"If you do this well, I might let you back into The Seven."

Deep was silent on the other end for two seconds.

Then his voice changed, becoming serious in a way it had never been before.

"I understand, Mr. Soldier Boy. I’ll go take a look right now. I’ll make sure it’s handled, as long as Homelander is willing to bring people down."

Benjamin hung up, feeling restless.

He did not know what would happen by the time he arrived.

Had Homelander already destroyed the plane’s controls?

Had he already chosen to abandon everyone?

Had he already decided to bury the truth for the sake of his approval rating?

Only yesterday, Benjamin had said, "That’s what we fucking call growth." If Homelander pulled this on him today, then that so-called growth would be one hell of a fucking joke. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Benjamin immediately sent Deep a shared link with the real-time coordinates.