Bab 190: Chapter 188: The Shocking Appearance of Soldier Boy (REWRITE))
"Are you all ready?!"
In the Super Seven meeting hall, Starlight, Black Noir, Shockwave, Maeve, and Phoenix Warrior were all seated, their eyes fixed forward.
Before them stood a middle-aged man wearing glasses, flipping through a series of comic panels that he was presenting to them.
Seeing that none of the heroes objected, the man with glasses animatedly continued his pitch:
"Alright, picture this: the camera pans upward, and we see Homelander flying towards Martinez's mansion in Miami. Martinez tries to escape, Octavius accelerates, but Homelander uses his laser vision to blow out his tires. Martinez stumbles out of the car, disoriented, and when he looks up—bam! There's Homelander, saying, 'You're under arrest!' He slaps the handcuffs on Martinez, and the police haul him away. Homelander turns to the other heroes, 'We should be working together more,' and Queen Maeve says, 'You mean as a team?' Homelander nods, 'Exactly, all seven of us!' Oh my God, that's the moment—the birth of the Super Seven!"
The glasses-wearing man turned to the final comic panel, which depicted the Super Seven gathered together for a group shot.
"And finally, the rousing music swells—Hans Zimmer! The title appears: Super Seven: A New Era on a black screen!"
As soon as he finished, Ashley began clapping enthusiastically.
"That's exciting!" Ashley said in admiration.
"Thank you!" the man with glasses replied.
"I'm impressed!" Ashley continued.
"Thank you so much!" the man said. "Guys, that was just the preview. Listen, this isn't just another superhero movie. It's a grand reboot to restore the Super Seven's image. I want to shoot it with handheld cameras—no stabilizers, a Paul Greengrass vibe—gritty, grounded. I want the audience to feel like they're living the heroes' stories firsthand!"
"Uh, sorry to interrupt your passionate speech," Phoenix Warrior, dressed in his uniform, suddenly interjected with a smirk.
"No problem," the man with glasses replied.
"I just want to chime in with some very, very small questions," Jon said, smiling.
"Of course."
"Let me start by saying you've done a great job here. It's almost perfect!" Jon smiled warmly. "The structure of the script is fantastic. The beginning, the climax, the ending—all handled masterfully. Especially the final scene where the Super Seven come together—it's simply thrilling. I assume it's paying homage to the first Super Seven movie, right? It's loaded with nostalgia!"
"However, I still have a few significant issues," Jon added.
The man with glasses nodded slightly, though his face was visibly tense. "Alright, uh... What suggestions do you have?"
"Of course, I feel like you've written this script in a way that really emphasizes Homelander, almost at the expense of the other members. After all, the movie is called Super Seven: A New Era, not Homelander, right? In one of the scenes, you have Homelander getting controlled by the villain, going berserk, and taking down all the other members—even me. Do you really think I could take down Stormfront only to be overpowered like that by Homelander?"
"And about the final chase scene where the Super Seven are pursuing Martinez—it's essentially just Homelander's solo chase. The other members barely have any screen time, not even as much as that minor villain. Besides, we shouldn't need all of us to chase down a normal human. I could easily set his car tires ablaze with a snap of my fingers—way more efficient than Homelander. So, I think the critical scene at the end should feature me, not Homelander."
Jon laid out his thoughts bluntly, while Ashley and Maeve exchanged knowing glances, sighing in frustration. Since joining the Super Seven, Phoenix Warrior had constantly been butting heads with Homelander, provoking him every chance he got. Both of them knew it was just a matter of time before one of them ended up dead.
The man with glasses, visibly flustered, tried to explain, "I understand your concerns, but unfortunately, Homelander likes this version."
Jon smiled coldly. "So, Homelander likes being the solo show-off, right? All that stuff about working together—it's all nonsense? Since we're talking about Homelander, where is he now?"
Ashley raised her hand, about to say something, but then her phone rang. She looked at the screen, and her expression immediately froze.
"This... This can't be real!" Ashley shouted.
Everyone turned to Ashley, bewildered by her reaction. Without saying another word, Ashley switched on the television.
It was breaking news. She turned on the TV just as the broadcast began.
The footage showed an ordinary street with crowds of people. Then, a man wearing a red and white jacket, with scruffy facial hair, walked into the frame. A moment later, he seemed to feel a pain in his chest. He doubled over, clutching at his chest, his face twisted in agony.
A bystander noticed something was wrong and approached to check on him.
But in the next instant, a horrifying scene unfolded. The man's chest suddenly began to glow with a blinding light. He straightened up, and a fierce beam of energy blasted from his chest, obliterating everything in front of him. It was as if disaster had struck without warning.
The members of the Super Seven stared at the screen, all wearing expressions of shock and fear. Only Jon remained calm, his gaze fixed intently on the man in the footage.
If Jon wasn't mistaken, that man was Soldier Boy.
But according to the timeline, Soldier Boy should have been locked up in a Russian lab. So why was he here now?
In the original storyline, Soldier Boy was accidentally released from the Russian lab by the protagonists during the events of the third season. It was discovered that he had gained the power to nullify superpowers. But now, it seemed that events had been accelerated.
It seemed that by Jon taking care of things the Boys were supposed to handle—like killing Stormfront, exposing her true nature, and taking down rogue heroes—he had left them with nothing to do. So, they released Soldier Boy ahead of time.
Bab 191: Chapter 189: Flash Bore (REWRITE)
Homelander stood alone by the window. Beside him was a mirror, reflecting his image—a stoic figure staring out at the scenery, lost in thought.
Then something strange happened. Though Homelander hadn't moved, the reflection in the mirror suddenly turned its head, looking at him.
"Why the long face, big guy?" the mirror Homelander asked.
Homelander showed no surprise or fear at this bizarre occurrence. Instead, he simply glanced at his reflection as if it were completely normal, then turned away.
He sighed, "Nothing seems to be going my way lately. First Stormfront dies, and now that bastard Phoenix Warrior—I have no way of dealing with him. What if he actually kills me?"
Homelander paused, then turned back to his reflection and stepped closer. "I mean, Stormfront almost got taken out by him."
"No, you can handle him!" the mirrored Homelander insisted confidently, as though nothing in the world was beyond his reach. "You're the best—there's nothing in this world you can't do. And he? He's just an opportunistic upstart, a snake who slipped into the ranks, a coward biding his time. He's not worthy of being your opponent!"
Despite the pep talk, Homelander still looked unsure, a hint of fear and hesitation evident on his face. The mirrored Homelander pressed on, "Remember when we were locked in that dark room as a kid? Who was it that helped us get through all of that? It was me. We survived that together. If we could handle that kind of pain, why be afraid of some sneaky bastard now?"
"Yeah, I always pull through," Homelander nodded slowly.
"No matter what happens!"
"No matter what happens."
"And now, I'm going to help us get through this, just like always. You and me, working together!" the mirror Homelander said, his voice full of resolve.
"But... what if that guy really does have the power to kill us?" Homelander lowered his head, his voice trembling. "What if I'm just a showpiece in front of him, unable to fight back?"
"Why do you care what that insect thinks?" the mirror Homelander snapped. "Tell me the real reason—say it out loud!"
Homelander lowered his head further, seemingly too afraid to speak the truth.
"Say it!" the mirrored Homelander shouted, his tone suddenly harsh and demanding.
Homelander flinched, then rubbed his nose and muttered, "I... I want them to like me. I want them to love me."
"That's it!" the mirrored Homelander said. "And yet, it seems you never get that love, do you? Madelyn, Maeve, Stormfront, even your own son—so why do you keep chasing after it, even when you know it leads nowhere?"
Homelander pursed his lips, looking like a hurt child on the verge of tears. He shook his head, "I don't know."
"Don't fool yourself. You know the answer," the mirrored Homelander sneered. "Deep down, a part of you is still... human!"
"No!" Homelander shouted, immediately rejecting the idea.
"Some part of you," the mirrored Homelander continued. "That dirty, shriveled, pathetic part of you still cries and begs. And that's why you're afraid of that little upstart, that Phoenix Warrior!"
"Look at me, big guy, look at me!" the mirrored Homelander commanded. "We have to cut that part of you out, like a cancer. Only then can you become who you were always meant to be—pure, clean, like marble."
Meanwhile, after some obstacles, Jon had finally succeeded in utilizing the Super Seven's connections and resources to track down rogue heroes.
Today, Jon used a Polyjuice potion concoction to transform himself into Gravity Wave user hero, standing before an old mansion.
Not all heroes had dirty secrets. Even among the Super Seven, there were some like Starlight and Maeve who were relatively clean. Jon was careful not to make mistakes—killing someone by accident could easily backfire. If he had access to Vought's records, things would be much simpler.
Jon's target today was named Flash Bore, and Jon had set his sights on him because Flash Bore was a notorious predator—a man in his sixties with an unhealthy fixation on young girls.
The tricky part was Flash Bore's ability. As his name implied, he could teleport anywhere in the world with just a thought—provided he'd been there before. It was similar to Hughie's ability, only more advanced, as Flash Bore could teleport with objects without leaving his clothes behind like Hughie did.
"How are you planning to do this? Need me to seal off the whole house so he can't escape?" Alessa, asked from within.
"No need for that—it takes too much energy. I've got a better idea, though you're not going to like it," Jon replied.
"Like I care," Alessa retorted coldly.
"You'll see soon enough," Jon said.
Jon glanced at his watch. Based on his intel, Flash Bore wasn't home yet. He had a habit of going out for afternoon tea at three o'clock and returning around five—a very predictable routine.
The time was about right, and Jon looked over to the side, spotting an elderly figure approaching.
The man was graying and had a kind, grandfatherly face—hard to imagine he was a monster who had destroyed the lives of countless young girls.
Jon squinted at the man, letting out a cold laugh.
He closed his eyes briefly, muttering an incantation, and his body began to change.
Within moments, Jon had transformed into a girl—a long-haired, pale-skinned beauty in a purple dress, with an angelic face.
It was Alessa's form.
"So this is your plan?" Alessa's voice echoed within him, tinged with displeasure.
"Yup, told you that you wouldn't like it," Jon said.
"Change into someone else!" Alessa snapped.
"No can do. This is the only form that came to mind," Jon replied.
"What about the other girls who you know? Turn into one of them!" Alessa demanded.
"Nope, not gonna work. They are not cute enough," Jon said. "It has to be someone cute enough to lure him in."
Alessa fell silent, clearly displeased.
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