Thanos didn't want to be a villain.

Have you seen the recent news?

"I saw it. It's said to be made from a bat that's as tall as a person."

"Huh? Didn't they say a new villain has appeared? And that all the superheroes are about to find him?"

"Yes, yes, it's said they've already caught them; it was a gang that committed the crime."

"What are you thinking? Dozens of people have gone missing recently. The criminals reportedly exploded after being caught. Even the police can't find them. Even Homelander couldn't catch them. Didn't I tell you? Even Deep Sea and Black were seriously injured and knocked unconscious by those people." In a bar in New York, the owner directed the bartender to clean up and advised the few people who were still lingering.

"The police are useless, and those guys in Watley are useless too. I'm closing this bar tonight, so you guys should all go home."

As he spoke, the bar owner waved his hand to shoo away the people in front of him.

"What are you afraid of? I brought a gun. If they come, I'll blow their crotch to smithereens!" A burly, tattooed man with a face full of scars said, taking out a shotgun from his backpack.

“Yeah, what’s there to be afraid of? No matter what, these guys can’t withstand this thing.” Another man said, taking out two guns: a large revolver, which, judging by the model, should be a Colt Python, and a Desert Eagle.

The bar owner glanced at the two of them, then pulled out a pump-action shotgun, but its caliber was ridiculously large.

Most military and civilian shotguns are of a common caliber of 23mm, but the one the bar owner has is at least 33mm!

"This gun was sold to me by the last customer who told me he was going to blow their house to pieces before he got into trouble. He said it was for self-defense. I remember he fired three shots that day, but it was still useless."

The bar owner brandished the gun in his hand for a few moments and continued, "This gun was made in that guy's private workshop, but it's the best I've ever used. It could blow someone up with one shot, but three shots weren't enough. You can try it yourselves and see if you can still come here for drinks tomorrow!"

After saying that, ignoring the two men, the bar owner told the bartender to close the door.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly packed up their belongings and ran away.

Water Corporation.

"What do we do? The ones we captured self-destructed as soon as they were caught, severely injuring Deep Sea and the Invisible Man, especially Deep Sea, who lost a leg. Black and the Invisible Man are also seriously injured and unconscious, and haven't woken up for several days. Locomotive is also disfigured..."

Ashley Barrett, acting as the agent, looked anxiously at her boss, Madeline. A few days ago, with the help of the Homelanders, they had captured several monsters that snatched people at night.

Yes, it really is a monster.

These monsters are humanoid, but their appearance is very strange. They wear dark green armor with patterns formed by lines on it, and they have helmets that cover their eyes. They also have wings on their backs so they can fly.

Their exposed bodies were a lighter shade of green than their armor, and these monsters were incredibly strong. Only Queen Maeve and Homelander, known for their physical prowess, could contend with them through sheer force, while the A-Train could only knock them away.

But for some reason, these monsters would usually self-destruct as soon as they were captured, but yesterday, when they were captured, they didn't self-destruct. Instead, they waited obediently to be taken to the police station before shouting "For Duckside" in front of everyone, and then self-destructed.

Madeline was also helpless. Her black boss, Edgar, had thrown documents at her several times in the past few days, and she was almost losing her temper.

She had no choice; she was merely a pawn used to stabilize the nation. If she weren't useful, she would have been fired long ago.

“Continue to calm the fans down. Have Homelander go out and spread the word that the Seven are out searching for those monsters and can’t show themselves for the time being.” Madeline could only focus on reassuring them.

"We'll introduce a few new talents after a while to gradually replace them."

After all, those superheroes are just tools to make money. If one IP doesn't work, you can slowly replace it with the next one.

Who told them to be so useless?

Ashley nodded, made a phone call, and went out.

Madeline covered her forehead; her head was throbbing with pain.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and before Madeline could speak, a tall, muscular blond man draped in an American flag walked in with a smile.

"What happened again?"

Upon hearing this, Madeline looked up, her expression instantly changing, and her body tensed up for a moment.

"It's nothing, it's just that Xuanse and the others have been lying down for too long, and the fans are getting a little upset," Madeline said gently.

She understands Homelander best and is most capable of comforting him, so Madeline is always the one who liaises with Homelander.

In theory, Homelander can be calmed down by Madeline except when he is in an extremely out-of-control emotional state.

But the people of the homeland often lose control of their emotions, so Madeline was actually always hovering on the edge of death.

However, Madeline never mentioned the job transfer. Firstly, the position was incredibly powerful, second only to the company's top leader, a position she was very attached to.

Power is poison.

This statement applies everywhere.

Secondly, there's the work of appeasing the people of the motherland, which gives one a sense of pleasure in taming the strongest man on Earth at present.

It's like soothing a kitten or puppy; there's a strange sense of pleasure in it.

“I need your help.” Madeline breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

"How can I help?" Homelander paced aimlessly in his office.

"Find the monsters' lair, then execute them! Finally, bring their corpses here!" A sinister glint flashed across Madeline's face, unnoticed even by herself.

"Then, we'll hold another press conference."

Madeline breathed a sigh of relief again.

“Show the results to the public, let the people and the government believe that we have solved these monsters, inform everyone about their injuries, and let everyone know.” Madeline had one more thing she didn’t say.

If such a dark, deep-sea stealth man and a train engine can still retain fans, then they still have value, but they cannot continue to stay in the Super Seven.

However, such a large-scale mobilization will damage the Super Seven IP.

But it doesn't matter. As long as these things can be settled with the public and the government, then the Vought International's superheroes will have more leverage to talk about entering the Department of Defense!

Homelander looked grim. Apart from his first mishap since his debut, this was the only time he had encountered such an unexpected problem.

Aside from those captured on surveillance footage, only members of the Seven survived the explosion.

The police officers inside the police station, mainly those who were present that day, were all killed in the bombing!

This was an accident he absolutely could not allow to happen to him.

This damages the company's reputation!

“If you do it quickly, I can give you a ‘reward’,” Madeline said, her eyes fixed intently on Homelander.

Madeline and Homelander both knew what this so-called reward was.

"Then you'd better hurry up and prepare for the press conference." Homelander's eyes were burning, his heat gaze almost shooting out.

After saying that, he left without saying another word.