Homelander: New Legacy

[173] : Brainwashing

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Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!

The bullets from the submachine guns ricocheted off Roger's armor. Some stray rounds even grazed his cheek, yet they didn't leave so much as a scratch, not even disturbing the faint stubble on his face.

Human weapons were nothing more than toys to Roger now. No matter how advanced the weaponry—even a high-yield nuclear bomb—it was just a bigger toy in his eyes.

"You guys managed to get your hands on this much restricted weaponry? Looks like you've got some backing in the shadows," Roger remarked casually as he strolled through the underground base, systematically dismantling the armed forces stationed there.

The way he "dismantled" them was simple: walk up, throw a punch. Even if his targets didn't die, they'd be unconscious in an instant.

Pitting mortals against a godlike being like Roger was sheer folly. These people weren't Tony Stark, and their inevitable fate was complete annihilation.

"Oh, stalling for time, are we? Hmm?"

As Roger took out the guards outside and continued advancing deeper into the base, a sudden cluster of white bone spikes slithered out like venomous snakes from a wall, lunging toward him!

Roger didn't dodge. His reflexes allowed him to swiftly grab several of the spikes aimed at him. He turned his gaze toward their origin.

It was a black-skinned superhuman, whose back was lined with multiple white bone tails, writhing like a grotesque appendage.

At that moment, the bone tails were firmly in Roger's grasp.

"A superhuman, huh? Looks like you're one of Vought's trump cards... or maybe just one of many," Roger mused.

The bone-tailed man didn't respond. Seeing his tails caught, he quickly severed them and instantly regrew new ones, launching another attack at Roger.

"They can regenerate? Now, that's a neat trick."

Roger's eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if he had just found a new toy. In a flash, he dodged the bone-tailed man's strikes and charged toward him at lightning speed.

Bam!

Roger moved so fast it looked like teleportation. He appeared in front of the bone-tailed man and smashed him into the wall with tremendous force.

The once-aggressive attacker was now embedded in the wall, bloodied and barely breathing, clearly on the verge of death.

Roger smirked slightly and quipped, "Oops. I thought you could regenerate other parts, too. My mistake... not that you can hear me anymore. Let's move on."

Having dispatched one of Vought's superhumans, Roger continued his advance.

...

More superhumans emerged from the shadows as if they were disposable.

There were those who emitted sonic waves from afar, others who compressed air into projectile blasts, and even one who merged with walls and manipulated the earth.

These diverse powers broadened Roger's perspective. He hadn't expected Vought to still be capable of producing so many superhumans, even while being hunted by both the government and superheroes.

Reflecting on the advanced weaponry Vought had used earlier, Roger deduced that they must have clandestine supporters in the government—perhaps drawn by Vought's pharmaceutical capabilities or their ability to create superhumans.