Chapter 74 the hole opened by Homelander, not Homelander’s hole.
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Lucas felt Homelander was too soft.
He wasn’t even as violent as Queen Maeve.
"You hold the camera and make sure you get good shots."
Homelander had become a cameraman.
Just because his Heat Vision failed to make the beasts experience extreme pain when he killed them, Lucas had revoked his hero experience card.
"I think you’re being a bit too extreme," Homelander said, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
If he became the photographer, wouldn’t that mean only Lucas and Queen Maeve would be on camera?
How would they promote it later?
Lucas didn’t care about that.
On the fourth basement level, the iron door was labeled "Processing Area."
The sides of the corridor weren’t prison cells, but operating rooms.
Sterile operating rooms had almost become the standard for this floor.
There were also various expensive medical instruments.
In the room at the end, there was a wall of freezers and two large incinerators.
There were dried bloodstains on the operating tables, solidified dark red liquid in the drains, and the shadowless lamps were still on.
On the trays nearby, scalpels, bone saws, and hemostats were neatly lined up.
It looked as if they were ready to perform the next surgery at any moment.
Lucas opened the first freezer.
Inside were organs.
Kidneys, livers, hearts... sorted and categorized, each with a different label.
The labels listed the date, blood type, and a string of numbers.
Age range... aside from young and healthy, it was just young and healthy; that was the only standard for transplantation.
There were no names on them.
People sent here only had numbers; they didn’t deserve names.
The second freezer.
Inside were smaller organs.
He closed the freezer, unable to describe any further. (This Chapter shouldn’t get taken down, right?)
Lucas turned to look at the incinerators.
Inside were unburned remnants, bones... small ones.
Queen Maeve rushed out of the room.
This time, she couldn’t hold it back at all; she vomited all over the wall, her reaction violent, even bringing up bile.
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[ Homelander — Emotion: Shock: Trust, Unity, Bond ]
[ Evolution Points Gained: +27,890 ]
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[ Queen Maeve — Emotion: Breakdown: Disgust, Anger, Helplessness, Absolute Trust ]
[ Evolution Points Gained: +31,200 ]
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Homelander carried the camera, filming everything.
Evidence, that was enough!
"Calculating the time, it’s time to notify Vought."
Lucas called Ashley.
"The joint task force of the FBI and Vought’s Crime Investigation Department will land on the island in an hour."
Ashley was always reliable.
...
One hour later.
The FBI Special Operations Group and Vought’s Supe Crime Investigation Department formed a joint team and landed on this island of sin.
Blindspot was also among them.
The blind man’s ability to search for points was extraordinary; after all, with super hearing, one didn’t need super vision, right?
The entire island was locked down.
The medical team set up a temporary rescue station on the beach.
The children underground were rescued one by one.
When some children were carried out, they had already lost the ability to walk. Most of the others were suffering from psychological trauma and could only be sent to shelters or psychiatric hospitals for treatment.
Several FBI agents vomited on the spot.
As for the guests who were high in the banquet hall, they were all handcuffed and taken away, to be given a dose of high-voltage electricity later.
Alastair Adana leaned on two FBI agents, grinning at Lucas with an arrogant face.
"Do you know who I am? I know the President... I know... many big shots..."
Homelander walked up to him and looked down at him.
"I’m curious about one thing."
Homelander suddenly pressed down on Alastair Adana’s shoulder. "Who told you about the layout of those rooms, or did you know from the very beginning?"
"Hehe, Homelander, you don’t know how much those high-ranking officials love your type!"
"We’ve already planned it all out. When you get old and your powers significantly decline, we’ll have people bring you to the island..."
"Many people have pre-ordered your sexy..."
Alastair Adana hadn’t finished his sentence.
Homelander had already gripped his chin.
"To be honest, I really have no interest in what you people have been doing, but there is one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate!"
Homelander grabbed Alastair Adana’s hair and pulled upward, forcibly ripping off a layer of scalp, still stained with blood.
The FBI personnel saw this and were about to intervene.
Homelander’s eyes lit up. "Get lost!"
The FBI personnel were so scared they couldn’t stop backing away.
Alastair Adana screamed in pain, but Homelander didn’t give him a chance to continue speaking.
Homelander gripped Alastair Adana’s chin and gently pulled downward.
Alastair Adana’s jawbone made a crisp crunching sound. He felt extreme pain and struggled frantically, wanting to escape.
But how could he possibly resist Homelander’s strength?
"Shh, shh, shh! Don’t speak. Although I don’t have many friends, I do have the contact information of quite a few perverts."
"Do you know Tek Knight?"
"He has a private prison where he keeps various Supe criminals. Of course, there are ordinary people too, but they don’t live very long after getting in."
Homelander pulled Alastair Adana’s jaw off, bit by bit.
Bones adhered to muscles, muscles stretched out bloody fibers, and half of the masseter muscle was torn apart.
From Lucas’s position, he could even see straight into Alastair Adana’s throat.
Except it was filled with blood.
Queen Maeve turned her head away, unable to bear watching.
Alastair Adana had already passed out from the pain.
With this kind of injury, if not treated immediately, this bastard would die.
Lucas quickly propped him up.
"Brother, don’t die. There are good days ahead for you!"
He controlled the temperature of his Omega Beams, cauterizing Alastair Adana’s wound inch by inch.
"Where are the medics? Aren’t doctors supposed to be benevolent? Come over here and save him! Do you have any professionalism?"
"Go!"
Ashley was still perceptive enough; she quickly had two medics run over with medical equipment to perform emergency treatment on Alastair Adana.
"Ashley."
Lucas waved the worker over.
"Sir!"
Ashley was full of reverence. Just seeing the scene, she was already able to outline a complete PR process in her mind.
Was Guardian a Supe fascist? Pretty much.
He would become a god!
"Alastair Adana must be saved, you understand?"
"Understood, sir!"
"Also, contact Tek Knight. We’ve prepared a party, and Homelander has personally prepared a hole for him... it’ll be very fun!"
"Uh, Homelander’s hole?"
"Ashley, you need to watch your phrasing. It’s the hole Homelander made, not Homelander’s hole. There’s a very obvious difference between the two. Can you understand what I mean?"
"Un-understood!"
Ashley could already tell that Guardian’s mental state wasn’t quite normal either.
On such a serious occasion, he was actually discussing holes.
"I’ve never had any interest in these perverted activities, but this time I want to observe it on-site. What do you think?" Lucas wiped the blood on his hands onto Homelander’s cape.
Homelander looked down at the fresh bloodstains on his cape.
"Guardian, you just..."