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146.Chapter 146: The Painful and Regretful Homelander

10, 9... As the countdown neared ten seconds, Billy's right hand couldn't help but tremble. He knew exactly how much C4 explosives he had buried underground in the Wooden Cabin. If Frenchie couldn't escape the center of the explosion in time... he might never see him again in his life. He was hesitating, wavering.

Could he bear the consequence of sacrificing his comrade to kill a Supe? "Forget it," Hughie shook his head, his expression solemn.

"Billy Butcher, I'm warning you, if you press the detonator, we're done. Frenchie can't die, his life is worth far more than Stormfront's."

Seeing that Billy still wouldn't give up, Mother's Milk, enraged, even pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his own head.

"Frenchie and I have been comrades for years! If he dies, I die with him!"

"Mother's Milk, put the gun down! I believe the boss will make the right choice."

Hughie quickly stepped forward, trying to snatch the pistol from Mother's Milk's hand, but he was just an ordinary salesman. How could he possibly take a pistol from Mother's Milk, a veteran? The veins on Mother's Milk's forehead bulged, his bloodshot eyes stared like copper bells. He fixed his eyes on Billy, the anger in his eyes seemingly about to erupt.

3, 2, 1! The countdown ended! Billy closed his eyes tightly, slumping back onto the sofa, a casual smile on his lips: "Don't worry, I was just messing with you. You're right, Frenchie's life is worth a lot more than that bitch's."

His words instantly eased the tense atmosphere.

"Fuck you, you bastard scared the shit out of me. I almost pulled the trigger," Mother's Milk cursed with a laugh.

However, just then, Billy's phone on the table rang again. As soon as he answered, Frenchie's urgent voice came from the other end: "Kimiko and I are out. Hurry up and detonate the bomb, don't let Stormfront escape."

Frenchie's voice had just fallen.

Billy bounced up from the chair as if injected with adrenaline. He asked Frenchie questions while looking at the two with surprise and joy.

"Are you sure your current location is safe?"

"Kimiko's speed is very fast, there's no way there'll be an accident."

"Shit, that's what I was waiting for." Billy forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and pressed the detonator without hesitation!

At the same time.

The Wooden Cabin had been completely burned down by the flames. Seeing this, Stormfront summoned a gale, blowing away all the remaining ruins and debris on the ground. Soon, a dark Tunnel entrance was exposed.

"A bunch of rats."

Stormfront couldn't help but let out a cold snort, then swooped down. For some reason, as she got closer to the Tunnel, a strong sense of crisis quietly appeared in her heart. This sense of crisis had saved her life many times during World War II. She had also asked people about it before and found that many veterans had this peculiar ability.

Moreover, the more times they narrowly escaped death, the more obvious it became.

Although Stormfront didn't believe Billy and the others had the means to kill her, she trusted her intuition. However, facts proved that her intuition was not wrong! Just as she was about to turn around.

The high explosives buried underground exploded like a gushing volcano!

The high temperature, high pressure, and high-speed airflow generated by the explosion formed shockwaves that were almost visible to the naked eye. The blown-apart land instantly turned into scorched earth. Scarlet flames shot up into the sky, followed by deafening roars. For a moment, the dazzling light soared into the sky, completely shattering the originally silent night. Even Frenchie and Kimiko, thousands of meters away, could feel a heatwave hitting them from behind. When they subconsciously turned to look, the dazzling light bombarded their eyes. In an instant, their tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Let's go! This explosion could probably be seen even by people in the Philadelphia City Center. Billy is completely insane, he actually buried so many explosives." Frenchie realized that the Philadelphia Police would arrive at the scene soon, and they had to evacuate urgently before the Police came.

The Abandoned Suburban Lumber Mill was only a few kilometers away from the exploded Wooden Cabin.

Billy came to the window, looking at the mushroom-like thick smoke in the distance, and excitedly clenched his fist. The thick smoke was still churning inside, and the range affected by the explosion was even more astonishing than Billy had expected.

"Is Stormfront dead?"

Hughie stuck his head out the window and said excitedly.

"No one could survive an explosion like that." Billy turned and took out several cans of beer he had prepared beforehand from under the table, tossing them to Hughie and Mother's Milk respectively.

"I think we can celebrate early."

"Cheers!"

...

"Storm..." In the top-floor suite of a high-end hotel, Homelander stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, his hands clasped behind his back with a blank expression, looking at the thick smoke and flames rising in the distance.

On the table behind him were some photos, and these photos were the gifts Stormfront had prepared for him.

The first photo was a photo of Stormfront with an old man. Through the annotation on the back of the photo, Homelander learned that the old man was Frederick Vought, the founder of Vought International.

It was because Frederick Vought had given him the first injection of Compound V that Vought International existed in the future. In other words, Stormfront was the first Supe.

The second photo was a photo of Stormfront and an old woman. The white-haired old woman was Stormfront's young Daughter, who unfortunately died of Alzheimer's disease. The next few photos were even more shocking to Homelander.

They were all photos with high-ranking German officials, and they were all a group of extremists.

From the letter mixed in with the photos, Homelander learned that Stormfront was born in Berlin in 1919. Her husband, Frederick Vought, the founder of Vought International, was also an extremist. His dying wish was to create millions of Supe soldiers to conquer the world for the Nazis.

And Stormfront inherited Frederick Vought's dying wish.

However, she didn't plan to conquer the world through war. Stormfront's true purpose was to influence the contemporary or next generation of the public through Vought's influence. She wanted to deeply imprint Vought's cultural hegemony in everyone's heart. What she wanted to conquer was not land, but everyone's spirit.

This was the so-called cultural hegemony. In her opinion, the best Candidate to guide these "soldiers" was Homelander! Homelander reached out and stroked the glass in front of him, as if stroking his lover's cheek.

Undeniably, he regretted it now. He regretted his cooperation with Billy and the others, choosing to kill Stormfront...

Homelander closed his eyes in pain. Under his touch, countless shocking cracks gradually extended across the glass in front of him.

(end of chapter)