137. Chapter 137: Because I'm Stormfront, I Can Do Whatever I Want
"Isn't that Homelander's son, Ryan? He seems to be training. How about we go in and take a look?" Stormfront, who possessed super hearing just like Homelander, happened to be passing by the Training Room entrance and overheard their conversation.
Holding a selfie stick, she walked into the Training Room.
"Hi, Homelander, Mr. Jervis, say hello to the audience in the Livestream Room," Stormfront said with a smile, pointing her phone screen at the two of them.
"I was originally planning to give everyone a tour of Vought Tower, but I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise."
Stormfront's Livestream Room was extremely lively. Xia Shang glanced at it briefly and found that the number of viewers watching the livestream was as high as a million. This number was difficult for even professional streamers to achieve, which showed how skilled Stormfront was at using social media to promote herself. Her fans on Twitter had already surpassed Starlight, The Deep, and Queen Maeve.
And she was only behind Homelander! "Homelander, I love you to death!"
"Good morning, Homelander."
"America's Superhero."
The comments were overwhelmingly about Homelander, though there were also some bizarre bullet comments mixed in, such as 'I want to be Stormfront's dog', 'Want to French kiss Homelander', 'Black people get out of the Livestream Room'... However, these bullet comments were quickly covered by new ones.
Hardly anyone mentioned Xia Shang, and the one or two comments that did appear weren't kind.
After all, Stormfront was an extreme racist, and naturally, her fans included such people.
"It's great to see everyone," Homelander said, showing a sunshine-like smile to the phone screen. But when he saw the popularity of the Livestream Room, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, which he quickly hid well.
"Stormfront, I remember livestreaming isn't allowed in Vought Tower."
Xia Shang said calmly.
Stormfront shrugged. "Because I'm Stormfront, I can do whatever I want. Besides, Stan Edgar has already given permission."
She pulled back the selfie stick and smiled at the audience. "Next, let's watch Ryan's training process together. I'm sure you're all very curious, and so am I."
Saying that, she walked behind Ryan, put an arm around his shoulder, and angled her phone at thirty degrees towards Ryan.
Ryan, feeling helpless, cast a look of appeal towards Xia Shang.
This scene even made Homelander laugh out of anger. He was right there! Ryan was asking Mr. Jervis for help? What did that mean? Was he looking down on him, his Father? Feeling humiliated, Homelander's eyes glowed red, and he directly shot Stormfront's phone.
Then, he walked up to Stormfront, staring at the furious Stormfront with his clear blue eyes. "Listen, in this world, only one person can say they can do whatever they want, and that person is me! Homelander!"
After a few seconds of silence, Stormfront suddenly smiled. "You old relic, you'll eventually be eliminated. Guess who will be The Seven's new Spokesperson?"
Watching Homelander's complexion turn from white to green, with veins bulging at his temples, Stormfront's lips curved upwards, and she left the Training Room without looking back.
After Stormfront left.
Homelander placed his right hand on Xia Shang's shoulder. His expression was extremely terrifying, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to explode at any moment. He leaned his head closer to Xia Shang, staring intently at Xia Shang with his scarlet eyes, then said in a hoarse voice, "Tell Stan Edgar, I want to kill someone!"
Ryan, standing nearby, saw Homelander in a rage for the first time and was too scared to speak.
"He won't agree," Xia Shang said, meeting Homelander's gaze without flinching.
"Then I'll get rid of him! And let you become Vought President!"
Homelander's brain was filled with anger at this moment. If it weren't for a shred of sanity remaining, he would have attacked already.
"Mr. Homelander, are you joking?" Xia Shang narrowed his eyes, his tone calm.
"What do you think? Don't think I can't see your little scheme. How does it feel to have your plan rejected by Stan Edgar? Not good, right? Since that's the case, I'll help you get rid of Stan Edgar..." Homelander's voice was low, his eyes revealing fierce light.
"What's the price?"
"From now on, in Vought, my word is law!"
Homelander's meaning was clear: as long as Xia Shang agreed, he would help Xia Shang become Vought President, and the price would be becoming Homelander's puppet.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in that. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
With that, Xia Shang took a step back, breaking free from the restraint of Homelander's hand.
"Is that so?" Homelander closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the red light had completely disappeared.
"I don't care how you do it, contact Billy for me. As long as he can kill Stormfront, I'll give him Becca's address. At the same time, I'll arrange a few Supes for him. In short, I want Stormfront to disappear from my sight."
Finally, Homelander brushed past Xia Shang and disappeared from the Training Room.
Homelander understood that if Stormfront was allowed to continue developing like this, his position would be shaky.
Later, he encountered Starlight in the elevator. Before Starlight could react, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall. "I hate traitors the most, especially disobedient traitors. You've disappointed me!"
Starlight immediately understood that Homelander was taking his anger out on her because of Hughie. "I just wanted to hand him over to the police."
"I know, you're working together. If you hadn't gotten in the way, I would have been the one to kill the terrorist." Homelander pursed his lips, the muscle lines in his jaw clearly visible. As he gradually applied strength with his arm, Starlight felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult.
So it was because of Stormfront.
Fortunately, Starlight reacted quickly. She immediately said, "That day, Stormfront wasn't seriously looking for the criminal. Her attention was entirely on the Supe. She deliberately... deliberately stole your credit. I'm on your side, always have been."
Homelander stared intently at Starlight, while also listening to her heartbeat. Finding no abnormality, he finally released his hands.
"I hope you're not lying, otherwise the consequences... are this."
Homelander pressed his right hand against the wall next to him, then waited for the elevator door to open and walked out.
Starlight, breathing heavily, caught a glimpse of the handprint on the wall out of the corner of her eye. She slid down the wall, completely limp, and finally slumped onto the ground.
......
Meanwhile.
Mother's Milk and Hughie boarded a train bound for North Carolina.
On the train, the two cautiously observed their surroundings. They were able to get on the train thanks to the help of Frenchie's Underworld friend, who provided them with brand new identification. But even so, they still wore disguises.
"America is for white people. Keep those half-breeds away from America, this place doesn't belong to them."
A Passenger sitting next to them was watching a livestream on his phone.
"Isn't that Stormfront, Vought's latest Superhero? Is she a racist?" Hughie couldn't help but be curious and leaned over to take a look.
"I don't know, but what she says is quite interesting. Are you... Arab?" The Passenger looked at Hughie, who was wrapped in black cloth on his head and wearing a mask, and instinctively shifted his butt away.
In the United States, people dressed like this were usually either Arabs or terrorists. He hoped it was the former.
"I'm from New York, this is a hat," Hughie's attire was quite different from an Arab's. He had first covered his head with black cloth, then put on a hat, but the hat was also black, so it wasn't very obvious.
The white Passenger was also from New York, and the two quickly started chatting.
"I see, that's performance art. Young people nowadays like to do that. Last time I went to the West Coast, I saw a lot of young people like that." The white Passenger looked about forty or fifty years old, his skin was a bit pale, but he was sturdy.
Hughie didn't want to continue this topic.
"Is Stormfront very popular?" Hughie asked.
"Of course. Her remarks are always powerful, and what she says makes a lot of sense. Those immigrants are taking away our living space. If we don't drive them out, our jobs will be taken by those n*****s someday." The white Passenger said, casting a look of repulsion at Mother's Milk.
Mother's Milk didn't feel much; honestly, he was used to it.
However, the young black man sitting in front of them couldn't take it anymore. He stood up fiercely, staring at the white Passenger and said, "Say that again, you white pig."
"Fuck you! N*****!" The white Passenger didn't hold back at all and immediately gave him the middle finger.
Suddenly, the entire train car became lively.
In the United States, the relationship between these two races was already tense, and Stormfront's appearance further intensified the conflict between them.
"Motherfucker!" God knows where the young black man pulled out a pistol. These weren't allowed on trains. The young black man fired several shots at the white Passenger. Instantly, the white Passenger's head was a bloody mess of flesh and blood, and blood even splattered onto Hughie's face.
Bang! "Fuck you! This is a robbery! Everyone shut up!"
Amidst the passengers' screams, several more black men pulled pistols from under their seats and threatened everyone. "Hand over your valuables, now!"
Hughie and Mother's Milk finally realized they were facing a terrorist attack.
"Dude, I don't know him, really," Hughie said, looking at the open backpack in the black man's hand, then at the pistol pointed at his forehead. He consciously took out his phone and a few dozen US dollars in change and put them in the black backpack.
However, just as Mother's Milk was doing the same.
The terrorist looked at his face and said, "You can forget it, probably don't have anything good."
Then, he viciously slapped Hughie's face with the pistol. "Be honest, don't tell me that's all the money you have."
Hughie was practically in tears. That really was all the money he had on him.
He originally had some savings, but after Billy squandered them, there wasn't much left. Moreover, his bank account had been frozen by the government, and the remaining one thousand two hundred and twenty-one US dollars couldn't be withdrawn.
(End of Chapter)