Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: A New Candidate for The Seven?

Three hours later.

Stormfront’s bedroom was a complete wreck.

The expensive custom-made bed had snapped down the middle, the walls were covered in cracks, and shredded clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Benjamin was bare-chested.

Leaning against the broken headboard, he leisurely reached to the nightstand, picked up a cigar, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Beside him was Stormfront, her skin bruised in several places.

"Ben... you finally felt like coming to see me."

Stormfront sounded a little resentful.

"I thought you’d decided I was old and faded, and had already forgotten about me."

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Benjamin exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and casually glanced at Stormfront’s still-young, striking face and sexy figure, giving a fairly objective assessment.

"So you’re still finding a roundabout way to call me old?"

Stormfront pouted, clearly unhappy.

She shot back, "Come on, Ben. My face hasn’t changed a bit since the first time we... all those decades ago. Not a single wrinkle, okay?"

Benjamin did not answer.

Because that much was true.

"Ben, I’m serious."

Stormfront raised her head and looked straight into Benjamin’s eyes.

"Are you really planning to... keep living like this forever?"

"If you’ve got something to fucking say, say it." Benjamin tapped ash from his cigar.

"I mean... are you planning to keep hanging around Vought International for the rest of your life, wasting time with that powerful son of yours?"

Stormfront’s voice grew excited, and a sick, worshipful look appeared on her striking face.

"Ben, I could feel it when you hit me."

"Ever since you came back from Russia, you’re even stronger than before. You’re practically perfection itself."

"With your strength, your son’s strength, and mine added together, we could easily destroy any army in the world."

"We don’t need to let these mortal capitalists order us around."

"You could stand up and lead all of us pure Supes, purge those inferior genes, rise above the whole world, and build a perfect empire of our own."

The more Stormfront spoke, the more excited she became, as if she could already see that fascist utopia ruled by Supes.

Oh, no.

By super-white humans.

But Benjamin’s response was not agreement.

"Bang!"

Benjamin got up and punched Stormfront in the cheek.

Stormfront took another punch.

But she was not angry.

To her, Benjamin’s violence was not punishment.

"Stormfront, I remember warning you. Put away your fucking racism."

"If you join The Seven, then clock in like a good little employee and work for me."

"Don’t pull this kind of shit behind my back."

Benjamin bit down on his cigar and said slowly, "I’m not interested in ruling the world. I just want to live a life where I can do whatever the fuck I want. Understand?"

"Ben, you’re too conservative..."

Stormfront wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and let out a reluctant, coquettish complaint.

But when she saw Benjamin’s eyes slowly narrow, she knew better and shut her mouth.

None of her four original teammates supported her. There was nothing she could do...

Stormfront lowered her head, letting her messy hair cover her face. If Soldier Boy was a dead end...

Then what about his son?

Homelander.

If she poured this theory of Supe supremacy into him, would he accept it?

Stormfront thought about it and decided to try.

Still, she did not have much hope. Homelander was Soldier Boy’s son, after all. He probably would not defy his father’s decision because of her.

If it really did not work, then she might as well coast through life and stop trying.

Stormfront glanced at Benjamin’s handsome face and thought to herself.

...

The next morning, Benjamin ignored Stormfront, who was still recovering, and had breakfast with Starlight at the panoramic restaurant in Vought headquarters.

During the meal, Starlight kept bringing up topics, like how she had caught a thief on the street yesterday and stopped a robbery. She chatted happily the whole time.

After breakfast, Ashley called for Homelander and Soldier Boy.

Although she was already the CEO, she still wanted to handle some company matters personally.

"Good morning, Mr. Soldier Boy, Mr. Homelander!"

Ashley sounded a little excited. freewёbnoνel.com

"Um... about the current vacancy in The Seven, I have a really great idea, and it fits perfectly with the current trend of political correctness.

"I was wondering if you’d be willing to spare a few minutes... and take a look?"