Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: My Good Son

Five minutes later, the soil at the edge of the maple grove had been soaked dark brown with blood.

Bodies lay scattered across the ground.

Some had holes burned through their chests by laser eyes. Others had their skulls smashed by a shield.

As for the TNT Twins, those two useless pieces of trash had already been killed by the Nuclear Blast.

Mindstorm lay on his back, his plaid shirt soaked through with blood. His eyes were still open, his mouth slightly parted, but he was completely dead.

The Supe leader sent by Vought lay face-down beside him, a coin-sized hole burned through the back of his head by a laser.

Not one of the Supes Vought had hired, including every member of Payback, escaped the maple grove.

As for the livestream, it had shut off a while ago. Mainly because when the Nuclear Blast went off, the phone happened to be right over his chest...

Homelander stood among the corpses, the red glow in his eyes slowly fading.

He shook the blood from his hands, wiped it on his Supersuit, then turned and walked toward Benjamin.

Benjamin was pulling his shield out of Mindstorm’s corpse.

"Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?"

Homelander’s voice was sharper than usual.

He stood in front of Benjamin, his cape snapping in the wind behind him, both hands hanging at his sides. From the look of him, Homelander was still tense.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you were going to get revenge."

Homelander spoke faster and faster.

"Tell me... you were going to take on Payback alone! When you left Vought Tower, you never planned to call me. I could have helped you! I could have fucking helped you! Why did you come alone?!"

Homelander truly felt wronged. He could not understand why his father had not told him.

His tone grew more and more agitated.

The maple grove went quiet for a moment.

A few maple leaves that had not been swept away by the Shockwave still clung to the branches, rustling softly in the wind.

Benjamin looked at Homelander, at the red glow in his eyes that had not fully faded.

Homelander was furious, his chest rising and falling.

Benjamin glanced at his fists as they clenched and loosened, and found it almost funny.

"Asking my own son for help? What the fuck is that if not being a wimp?"

Benjamin slung the shield over his left arm and wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his right hand.

"Besides, even if you hadn’t come, it wouldn’t have been a big problem. I could handle all of them on my own."

"If I hadn’t come, a lot of Supes would have escaped. You would have left behind a lot of trouble. A lot."

Homelander did not back down.

"A lot of them are faster than you. And you don’t have Heat Vision, laser eyes, or anything like that. Mindstorm hid all the way in the back just now. If I hadn’t circled around to cut him off, he would’ve already crawled into the resort’s sewers. Some of Edgar’s Supes were fast too..."

Benjamin shrugged. Homelander had a point.

His speed really was no match for many Supes. Facing more than thirty Supes on his own, he could wipe them out, but he could not guarantee that none would slip away.

If Homelander had not come, at least five or six would have escaped today. Then they would hide, wait in the dark for their next chance, and turn into future trouble. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Even if that trouble was a joke.

"Dad."

Homelander’s voice suddenly lowered, his tone even carrying a trace of humility.

"I’m your son. We’re family."

This seemed to be the first time Homelander had called him Dad.

Benjamin looked at him and did not speak right away.

The expression on Homelander’s face was completely serious.

"All right, all right."

Benjamin set his shield on a nearby tree root.

"Don’t give me that fucking sentimental look."

"I’m not..."

"The way you’re looking at me makes it seem like you want to fuck me, Jesus Christ..."

At that, Homelander’s expression instantly shifted from hurt to confusion. Then his lips moved, his brows drew together, and a look of deep disgust appeared on his face.

"No! That is not what I meant! No!"

...

A while later, Benjamin watched that wounded look on his face grow worse and slowly walked up to him.

He raised his right hand from his side, reached around Homelander’s neck, and pressed his palm against his back, patting him a few times.

"All right, my good son. Stop being so damn sentimental. You look like a wimp."

Homelander froze, and all his anger, tension, and unhappiness slowly disappeared.

His hand hovered in midair for two seconds before slowly rising and settling on Benjamin’s back as well.

He lowered his head and buried his face against his father’s shoulder. The rough fabric of the dark green Supersuit scraped against his cheekbone, and his eyes burned hot.

...

...

Just then, three sharp sounds cut through the air above the maple grove.

Benjamin immediately let go of Homelander, stepped back, and looked up.

Three second-tier speed Supes from Vought landed first on the muddy ground at the edge of the maple grove, crushing a few dead branches underfoot.

Benjamin recognized two of them. During the earlier plane rescue, one had carried Deep, and one had brought him here.

They had sprinted all the way from New York to Pennsylvania, and all three were gasping for breath. The one who had carried Deep earlier bent over with his hands on his knees, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto the ground.

Behind the three Speedsters were three more people: Maeve, Deep, and Starlight.

After all, A-Train was still in the hospital.

Maeve walked at the front.

She glanced at the bodies scattered across the ground, then at the blood splattered over Benjamin and Homelander. Her expression barely changed, and she gave a slight nod.

Deep looked around, clicked his tongue, and seemed to be wondering about something. Maybe he was marveling at how powerful Homelander and Soldier Boy were.

Starlight wore her golden battle suit, her long blond hair tied into a high ponytail. Admiration appeared in her eyes as she looked at Soldier Boy.

"How the fuck did you all get here?" Benjamin asked.

Deep stood up perfectly straight.

His voice no longer carried that oily, ingratiating tone from before. He sounded very serious.

"Sir, we were all worried about you. We watched the livestream. More than thirty people were surrounding you by yourself. So I thought we should come together as backup. Maeve and Starlight agreed, so we found three fast runners and rushed all the way here."

He paused, looked down at Mindstorm’s corpse by his feet, then at the Vought leader whose head had been burned through by a laser. His bald eyebrows lifted slightly.

"But you and Mr. Homelander are just too strong. We only just arrived, and you’d already taken care of every enemy. Not a single one left."

Maeve nodded. "That’s right, sir. We came here thinking we’d fight beside you, but after we got here, we realized all that was left was cleanup. Though the idea was mine and Starlight’s."

Hearing that, Deep smiled awkwardly.

Starlight smiled brightly. "Soldier Boy! Homelander! I’m so glad you’re both okay. When that golden Shockwave went off at the end of the livestream, the feed cut out for three seconds. We all thought something had happened."

Starlight admired Soldier Boy deeply. Just now, she had almost thought Soldier Boy was finished.

That had been more than thirty Supes.

Even Homelander might not necessarily have been able to handle that.

At that moment, Homelander stood beside Benjamin and looked at the three people in front of him.

Maeve, Starlight, and Deep.

His gaze lingered on Deep for a long while.

Deep’s bald head reflected the sunlight, looking ridiculous, but he stood there panting, clearly nervous.

What had this man been like before?

Nothing but a piece of trash, the wimp his father had called "a worthless fucking fish."

A failure who had dragged his suitcase out through the side door of Vought Tower after being fired.

In the past, Homelander had often bullied Deep, intentionally or not. Not because he hated Deep, but because Deep was cowardly and disgusting.

Deep was the softest wimp in The Seven.

But now, that softest wimp was standing in the remote outskirts of Pennsylvania, gasping for breath after coming all this way to save his father.

Even if he had not been the one to suggest the rescue, he had come in the end.