...
"Wait!"
"Is that weakling in the cape the Homelander you're talking about?"
On the street.
Leon pointed at a huge Homelander poster and turned to Butcher and the others, asking.
"That's right."
Butcher shook his head, walked up to Leon, and said with a wicked smile, "He's the new You after you were presumed Dead by Vought Group."
"Heh heh~"
Leon seemed to have heard the biggest joke, pointing his finger at Butcher's hooked nose, correcting, "Watch your words, buddy."
"I am the embodiment of Wat, no one can replace me, no one!"
After saying that.
Leon casually picked a direction and walked away decisively.
Seeing this, Butcher and the others exchanged glances, a smile spreading across their faces, and regardless of where Leon wanted to go, they just followed him.
The more Soldier Boy disliked Homelander, the more favorable the situation was for them.
...
Just opening a box for Leon left The Boys severely injured, which made Butcher and the others even more cautious in their attitude towards Leon.
But fortunately.
It seemed that as long as they didn't actively offend Leon, talking to him peacefully seemed to work.
Isn't that obvious?
Leon thought, he wasn't crazy, even Soldier Boy himself was the only bastard in the show who adhered to contractual spirit from beginning to end.
This discovery made Butcher ecstatic.
At least regarding dealing with Homelander, he was ninety percent confident.
Because the convergence of The Boys and Leon was much faster than in the original plot.
So Hughie's Temporary Compound V hadn't worn off yet, and ordinary hospitals couldn't handle his injuries. Butcher could only find a motel and book a large suite for the severely injured Hughie, with Leon's room right next door.
Hughie's room.
The members of The Boys were like a pack of wounded wolves, trembling and licking their wounds under the deterrence of Leon, the lion.
"Ow!"
"Frenchie, did you secretly get high again?"
Mother's Milk cried out in pain, looking at Frenchie with extreme resentment, who was shaking uncontrollably like he had Parkinson's and was using tweezers to pull out a bullet from him.
"I did, but just a little."
"You know, that stuff has an anesthetic effect, I wasn't just getting high randomly."
Frenchie made a finger-galaxy gesture at Mother's Milk, smiled awkwardly, and then suddenly, with a fierce motion, inserted the tweezers deeper.
"F*ck!"
Mother's Milk cursed incessantly, his coffee-colored lips turning sickly White, and when he saw Frenchie pull out the bullet along with a large chunk of flesh, he immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
It was from both pain and anger.
Butcher sat alone by the window, bare-chested, keeping an eye on the outside of the motel while applying ointment to the burn wound that ran from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen, then bandaging it with a white bandage.
Hughie lay like a corpse in a hospital gown on the only double bed in the room; judging by his steadily leveling breathing, at least he wouldn't die.
Because among the superpowers Hughie gained from injecting Temporary Compound V, in addition to standard strength and durability enhancements, and personal unique teleportation and warping, there was also a certain degree of self-healing ability.
Leon leaned against the room door with interest, playing with his Desert Eagle with infinite bullets, while questioning The Boys:
"Have you scattered soldiers really been openly and secretly fighting Homelander for a while now?"
"I think I need to reconsider whether to cooperate with you."
"Trust me, buddy."
Butcher, now dressed, walked up to Leon, full of confidence, "No one knows those bastards better than us, and no one dares to deal with those bastards more than us."
"You were captured by the former Soviet Union because you were collectively betrayed by the other members of the original The Seven, Payback."
"Termite was killed by a missile when you were captured, Gunpowder was killed by me not long ago, you don't have to thank me, but the other five members are still alive."
"Crimson Countess, TNT Twins, Mindstorm, Black Noir, I'll help you find them one by one, and then let you kill them with your own hands."
"—This is my sincerity."
"And our only request is to add one more name to your revenge list." Butcher negotiated with Leon.
"Homelander?"
"That's right."
"Why him?"
"Because You're not the only one who wants revenge."
Hearing this.
Leon raised an eyebrow, wagging his index finger at Butcher, "Listen, buddy, although I can find them myself, you'd better not make me wait too long, my patience is limited."
"Pleasure working with You."
Butcher extended his hand to Leon with a wicked smile.
"It's not over yet."
Leon played with the Desert Eagle in his hand, not reaching out to shake it.
"What?"
Butcher looked confused.
"You need to know, I've been lying in that damn lab for decades, I haven't touched a woman in decades!"
Leon's tone was agitated as if it were a serious matter.
"You mean..."
Butcher had already guessed what Leon was about to say.
"I need a woman to help me remember what it feels like to be a man."
As he spoke.
Leon gave Butcher a wink with a tacit understanding unique to men, his lower body restlessly paying homage to the Asian Dance King in slow motion.
Upon seeing this.
Butcher's eyelid twitched, but he could completely understand Leon's current feelings, after all, they were all men, and men understand men best.
Any man with normal sexual orientation and who had tasted that pleasure, forced to be celibate for decades, would want that after being freed.
Rather, for Leon, who was so powerful he could almost do whatever he wanted, to still be discussing things peacefully with him now was already quite restrained.
"What are your requirements?"
"Beautiful, strong, healthy."
"Is that so..."
"I understand, leave it to me."
After a brief moment of contemplation, Butcher readily agreed.
Leon's requirements made him immediately cross ordinary people off the pimping list; perhaps only superhumans with extraordinary stamina and a bias towards physical enhancement could meet Leon's demands.
Otherwise,
An ordinary person would be finished after a little roughhousing with him.
After all,
A-Train's girlfriend, Popclaw, and her old landlord's battle at Red Cliffs was a bloody example, where she literally sat out his brains.
Butcher had no idea that Leon now possessed Biological Stance; as long as he controlled his strength well, an ordinary person could endure Leon's steel body for a very long time.
Otherwise, Zhao Hailun and others would have long been flattened by Leon's nearly half-ton weight.
"Hmm..."
Thinking deeply, Butcher suddenly spotted a key point: it seemed there was an unofficial member of The Boys who fit Leon's requirements.
It's just that she was already taken.
Should he really play matchmaker?
Butcher began to hesitate...
After all,
That was a friend's friend.
Soldier Boy needs to take out a few more difficult superhumans!
