Chapter 244: A Tragedy Caused by a Sneeze!
At this moment, the grim-faced Homelander fiercely clutched Stormfront's neck, roaring, "Why does that bitch get to stand above me? I'm the Leader of The Seven!"
"Stan Edgar removed you as Leader? Just because her popularity is higher than yours?" Stormfront endured the storm-like onslaught, trying to suppress her discomfort.
"Is there any other reason?" Homelander's hands gradually tightened, attempting to derive greater pleasure from the pain on Stormfront's face. "I never thought in my life I'd be stepped on by some stinking bitch wearing a qipao. Damn Stan Edgar, what about me isn't better than her? My contribution to Vought is far higher than hers! Even if it wasn't me, Queen Maeve should be Leader before her!"
"Let... let go." The intense asphyxiation, coupled with the frenzied Homelander, couldn't help but instill a trace of fear in Stormfront.
"I finally understand. The Mysterious Person and Stan Edgar are in league. He dares to disregard me because he has the Mysterious Person as his trump card!"
"I can't breathe!" Stormfront tried to break free from the restraint, but Homelander's large hands were like unbreakable iron pliers, locking her firmly in place. She could barely move.
Homelander's psychological defenses were close to collapse at this point. With a ruthless expression, he said, "It won't be long before I make Stan Edgar roll out of Vought in disgrace!"
"With Mr. Jervis there, even if Stan Edgar leaves Vought International, you won't be President." Stormfront used all her strength to barely pry open Homelander's fingers. Getting a chance to breathe, she quickly took large gulps of fresh air. "However, I have a way to kick this stumbling block out."
"Tell me."
"If... if I remember correctly, Queen Maeve should... care a lot about her little girlfriend. They were almost inseparable on the Film Set," Stormfront said haltingly.
"That's right."
Homelander nodded with a gloomy expression.
"Since that's the case, why don't we use her girlfriend to threaten her, make her accuse Mr. Jervis in front of the Media..." Stormfront leaned into Homelander's ear and explained her plan in detail.
"Such a scandal will definitely cause huge social public opinion. By then, Mr. Jervis will be like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting to beat him."
Stormfront had truly mastered manipulating public opinion. Although her methods were somewhat dirty and underhanded, they were undeniably effective. As long as Queen Maeve didn't betray them, it was basically unsolvable.
"Evidence? Without evidence, who would believe what Queen Maeve says? Besides..." Homelander's words were cut short by Stormfront. "Honey, nobody cares about that. All they want is a carnival, a carnival that belongs only to the 'righteous'. They will stand on the moral high ground and do their utmost to insult and slander Mr. Jervis. In their eyes, how could those standing at the top of society possibly be good people? Human nature is complex, but it is also very simple."
After hearing Stormfront's words, although Homelander despised this approach, there was no doubt that Stormfront was right. The development of the situation would absolutely not deviate from the path she described.
"I'll leave this matter to you. Don't disappoint me."
As for the content of their conversation, Xia Shang had no way of knowing, as he didn't have the peculiar habit of eavesdropping...
Meanwhile, Hughie, along with Frenchie and Mother's Milk, arrived at Termite's top-floor Apartment. A party exclusively for Supes was being held here. Amidst the noisy music, Hughie and the others truly had their eyes opened. Various vulgar and unsavory performances constantly stimulated their senses.
Listening to the cheers of the onlookers beside him, Hughie's expression was clearly not good.
"This place is really chaotic. I swear, I'm definitely washing my eyes out when I get back," Mother's Milk complained.
"Let's split up. It'll be more efficient. Don't forget, if you see Billy, remember to call me."
Hughie scanned the surroundings but didn't see Billy.
"See you later."
Frenchie, who had split up from them, happened to see Termite performing on a wooden frame at this moment. He was surrounded by a crowd, and Frenchie couldn't squeeze through at all. "Woohoo! That's cool, man!"
"Go for it! Give it your all!"
"To be honest, I can get even smaller." The tiny Termite, shirtless, showed off his body under the light.
After the performance, he leaped down from the wooden frame. His rapidly enlarging body instantly burst his beach shorts! Clearly, his pants didn't possess the magical power of the Hulk's pants.
"Guys, have fun. I need to recharge and have some fun," Termite said with a smile, putting on a bathrobe and walking into the Room on the right side of the Corridor.
Due to the chaotic and crowded nature of the scene, Frenchie lost track of Termite in a moment of carelessness.
At this time, after recharging, Termite began playing a game with his little boyfriend.
As he gradually explored deeper, the man in the Room revealed an expression of extreme pleasure.
However, just then, an itch came from Termite's nostril. A strong urge prompted him to sneeze. At first, he could tolerate it, but the more he held it back, the harder it became to suppress. Finally, he couldn't help but sneeze. In the instant he sneezed,
His superpower went completely out of control! With a bang! Flesh and blood splattered everywhere! Looking at the pile of mangled flesh in front of him, Termite let out a horrified and sorrowful roar! "No!!!"
Hearing the sudden commotion, Frenchie kicked the door open. The scene before him made him freeze for a moment. "I didn't see anything. Nothing happened here."
Frenchie said this while backing away.
But how could Termite let him leave? The fact that he had killed someone could absolutely not be known by a second person. So he shrunk his body, ran to Frenchie's shoe, and threw him flying. It should be known that even when Termite shrinks his body, he still possesses strength and speed far exceeding ordinary humans.
Termite drilled into his pant leg and ran towards his butt.
"What the f***!!!"
Frenchie's face turned pale with fright.
At this moment, Billy walked out from the side holding a speaker. He calmly pressed the switch, causing the startled Frenchie to immediately shake Termite out. Termite, who fell to the ground, clutched his head. Just as he was about to return to his original form, the quick-acting Billy put him into a plastic bag.
The small plastic bag containing flour was something Billy had picked up from the Room. After turning off the speaker, he shook the bag in his hand until he confirmed that Termite had lost the ability to resist before stopping.
"Long time no see," Billy said with a smile.
The still-shaken Frenchie looked at Termite in his hand and swallowed. "That was close, he almost got into my butt."
"Where's Hughie?"
Billy originally intended to crush Termite in the bag but stopped his hand after thinking about it.
"You're not going to kill him?" Frenchie had heard about the various things Billy had done recently. This guy was already a veritable Supe Butcher.
"Giving him a pass. Just met him, don't want to start off on bad terms," Billy said with a shrug.
(End of Chapter)