Before he could finish, Ron's expression turned somewhat grim, interrupting him.
He didn't even care about Homelander, let alone Soldier Boy.
"Ron, I know you're resistant.
But I found in the company's last century files that he's still alive."
"My father, your Grandpa, is still alive."
Homelander was a bit emotional. Growing up in that cold laboratory, he had always longed for family, for a mother's gentle comfort, a father's protection and guidance. Now he had a chance.
Even for a man in his forties, having a father might be a bit late, but he still cherished this opportunity.
"However… he was betrayed by the damned Vought to Bear Country (Russia).
I tried to find him, but discovered he had been abducted, and that laboratory was emptied."
He changed his tone, gritting his teeth, and said with some anger.
Then the trail went cold, and he couldn't trace it any further.
"Hmm?"
Homelander had said a lot, and finally there was something that caught Ron's attention. He raised an eyebrow: "Abducted?"
He remembered that the main characters in The Boys World weren't killed by Homelander, were they?
How did this happen?
Ron had long known about Soldier Boy and his situation, but he wasn't in the mood to rescue him.
The next second, he flipped through Homelander's memories.
From his perspective, he looked at that laboratory in Bear Country (Russia).
"From the traces left behind, and the combat positions of the intruders and the laboratory's defense personnel… it was a group of well-trained military personnel."
Most people don't have special forces teams at their disposal.
United States Government?
Ron immediately thought of this possibility, raising his hand to signal Homelander to shut up.
Closing his eyes, his psychic ability swept over the entire company.
Everyone's memories and thoughts were laid bare before him.
Soon, he ferreted out several spies sent by the United States Government.
Vought's laboratories had always been heavily guarded, giving no outsiders a chance to interfere.
But in other departments, the United States Government had made progress, finding Soldier Boy's secret files through spies.
In the eyes of the outside World, Soldier Boy had long died in a nuclear leak incident, but the United States Government discovered that this was not the case…
He followed the clues.
According to the information held by that spy, Ron's psychic ability swept across New York City, arriving at a laboratory in the suburbs.
From the perspective of the experimental staff, Soldier Boy, who had been abducted from Bear Country (Russia), was unconscious and undergoing daily fluid extraction for experiments.
"Attempting to restore Compound V? And brainwash Soldier Boy?"
The United States Government used to fear Adam and dared not interfere with Vought, mainly because of his psychic ability; nothing could be hidden from him, and he could brainwash anyone if he wanted to, given enough time.
Although Ron and Homelander had killed Adam, the United States Government did not fear the two of them as they had feared Adam, and began to act behind their backs.
"Do you think I don't have psychic abilities?"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and Ron threw an address to Homelander.
"Your beloved father is here. You can go rescue him, but I warn you, don't have too much hope for him."
"What do you mean?"
Homelander happily took the address, asking in confusion.
"Warn him to behave."
Ron didn't answer, saying coldly, "If he doesn't want to go back into the jar and sleep until Death,"
Soldier Boy was even more inhumane than Homelander; at least Homelander would be slightly tied down by familial affection.
As for what the United States Government did…
Several spies were already preparing to go home, get their guns, and prepare to assassinate the President.
After this incident, the United States Government would understand that Vought, like before, was not a place they could interfere with.
Bang.
Homelander left, and Ron was the only one left in the room.
He pondered quietly.
He had obtained the Odin template, but his current strength was not enough to be considered strong, let alone in the multiverse. Just among the characters appearing in the MCU, Ego, Galactus, and Dormammu were stronger.
Not to mention the characters not mentioned in the movies: Knull, Eternity, Oblivion, Death…
"And the DC Multiverse…"
Thinking of DC, he planned to resolve the matter of Mutant nation-building, then exchange for that superhuman template that could travel through parallel Universes, and go to the DC main Universe to take a look.
For example, acquiring the Kryptonian template to strengthen his physical body.
"The road ahead is still far from over."
Ron sighed softly.
…
X-Men Universe.
A hidden underground room.
A place specifically for receiving Mutants, providing information and services such as going abroad and fake identities.
The Master of this place, Caliban, was counting money. His skin was pale, and he was bald and emaciated.
Suddenly feeling an uninvited guest in his place, he looked up.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
A man in strange armor with blue skin appeared at some point, emanating a cold, ancient power, as if he were a supreme deity.
"Caliban didn't even sense you."
Caliban, due to his congenitally mutated appearance, was driven out of his home by his father, who called him Caliban—the half-human, half-beast monster from Shakespeare's play The Tempest.
He also mockingly referred to himself as Caliban, speaking in the third person.
His ability allowed him to sense Mutants within dozens of miles, but for the man in front of him, his ability failed, a situation that had never happened before.
"I am looking for my children."
Apocalypse spoke in a low, majestic voice.
"The strongest of my children.
You can find where they are."
"Children?"
Caliban chuckled: "Caliban often helps people make fake documents here, sells information to others, and also helps people find people, but it's the first time for a father to look for his children."
"How much money do you have?"
He continued counting his money, asking.
"I have no money."
Apocalypse replied slowly with disdain.
Gods do not need mortal currency.
"How can you say you have no money with such righteousness, even with a hint of pride?"
Hearing these words, Caliban looked up in surprise.
"Caliban does not receive people without money."
With a cold face, he waved his hand to start shooing him away. He wasn't doing charity.
He saw Apocalypse wasn't moving.
"Caliban warns you, there's a big guy with a bad temper living behind here. Caliban has to treat him carefully. You should leave quickly to avoid losing your life here."
"I need your help, child."
Apocalypse slowly stepped forward, his tone as if it were only natural for him to receive help.
Believing himself to be the first Mutant, Apocalypse regarded all subsequent Mutants as his children.
"Child?"
This sentence immediately hit Caliban's sore spot. He pulled out a revolver from a drawer and aimed it fiercely at Apocalypse.
"You don't look anything like Caliban's father!"
Roar!
A low growl suddenly echoed from the room behind.
A giant figure over two meters tall walked out of the widened and heightened door, wearing a peculiar, heavy red steel helmet.
His arms were as thick as a normal person's waist, muscles bulging, exuding a fierce aura, and his voice was a deep growl like a brown bear.
"Get out of here. I don't want to say it a second time."
Apocalypse faced the man, who was as robust as a tank, without changing his expression, and said softly and deeply: "It seems my first Horseman to cleanse this World has appeared."