[Christmas Party (12 hours 29 minutes 34 seconds): Limited time event for 3 days. In the name of Superman, complete 10 justice events of state-level influence or above.]
[Current Progress: 10/10.]
[Claim Reward: Superman talent abilities all +1.]
Red River Home's database helped Shawn a lot, allowing him to complete the limited-time mission half a day early.
At this moment, Shawn stood atop the Empire State Building in New York, looking down. His red cape fluttered behind him. Everything below was as tiny as an ant, giving him a feeling of looking down upon all living things.
Talent abilities all plus one, allowing him to unleash his full potential!
The levels of the Steel Body six-piece set changed to:
[Steel Body (Bronze): Super Strength (Bronze) LV5, Super Agility (Bronze) LV5, Super Physique (Bronze) LV5, Super Senses (Bronze) LV5, Super Brain (Bronze) LV5, Super Healing (Bronze) LV5!]
The ability column was also upgraded to:
[Abilities: Flight (Bronze) LV5, Heat Vision (Bronze) LV4, Freeze Breath (Bronze) LV4!]
Relying solely on exercise and absorbing Stellar Energy to reach this level would have taken at least half a year.
Now, in three days, he ushered in an epic upgrade.
From today on, even Homelander would be helpless against him.
Clenching his fists and feeling the surging power within his body, Shawn felt increasingly comfortable: "Manhattan, New York, the lair of Vought International. There are indeed many superheroes here..."
His vision was excellent. Looking out, he saw two unfamiliar superhumans flying over from a distance.
Clearly, they had also discovered Shawn's trail and were preparing to come over to investigate.
'Hum—'
Shawn was not prepared to deal with them for the time being. He left the spot using supersonic Flight. Under the influence of his 'Bio-field', even the sonic boom was very faint.
The other party's Flight speed was very slow. They arrived late and could only sigh at the dissipating wake.
"Was that Superman just now?"
"It looks like him, but I'm not sure. His speed is far faster than imagined!"
"It's terrifying. I'd believe it if you said it was Homelander!"
"Sigh, I was originally planning to attend the company's Christmas party, but now there's trouble..."
The two superheroes looked solemn: "A suspected Superman has appeared in New York. This matter cannot go unreported. I hope Madelyn and Mr. Edgar can stay calm after hearing this."
...
Inside a clothing store.
A tall man and woman were trying on clothes.
"This fits well. What do you think?"
The curtain of the fitting room was pulled aside. A burly man walked out. He tilted his head with a smile on his face. After adjusting his collar, he confidently asked his wife.
The man's flamboyant black hair and rugged face were as conspicuous as the heavy, pitch-black robe he was wearing.
"My dear Billy, your taste in clothes really needs to change."
The blonde woman smiled and pointed out the man's terrible taste. She teased: "We are going to attend the company's Christmas party, not going on a mission. You should take off the black robe and dress more formally and decently. What do you think?"
"I, Butcher, wear this outfit wherever I go, and no one has ever dared to criticize it."
Butcher gave a wicked smile, his bearded face full of arrogant disdain, though his gaze softened when it touched his wife.
"But who let him meet the beautiful Becca?"
He said in a relaxed tone, shrugging: "As a family member attending Vought International's Christmas party, what a great honor. Today, I'll let you call the shots."
"That's better."
Becca smiled happily and kissed her husband lightly on the face.
She called the clerk to bring another suit, a completely different, dark, and old-fashioned style, and said to Butcher: "Try this one."
Butcher took the clothes: "As you wish."
He turned around and walked toward the fitting room again. A figure standing there for a long time caught his attention.
Out of professional instinct, Butcher looked at this young man.
He was slightly taller than himself, about 190cm, with a well-proportioned figure, black hair, blue eyes, and deep features. What was even rarer was his outstanding temperament, which even the heavy black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide.
'With such a handsome face, it's a pity not to go sell his ass!'
Butcher had to admit that he was a little jealous.
"Oi~!"
Butcher didn't stop walking and said loudly to the quiet man: "Young sir, you've been watching us for a while. Do we know each other?"
"My name is Shawn, Shawn Kent."
Shawn was not angry at being suddenly called out. After all, his gaze had indeed lingered a bit too long.
He had to admit that to be the leader of the protagonist group, the Oi guy indeed had something worthy of praise. At least his vigilance was much higher than an ordinary person's.
Shawn smiled and said: "Sorry, I'm also from out of town. I was planning to buy some gifts and leave, but when I heard your London accent, I couldn't help but observe a little more."
[Name]: Butcher (Butcher)
[Gender]: Male
[Age]: 35
[Lineage]: Ordinary Human
[Evaluation]: A male human proficient in tactical command, close-quarters combat, weapons expertise, interrogation, and psychological manipulation.
For an ordinary human, the strength of Butcher is a bit hard to define.
When his learned skills are reasonably applied and brought into play, he can even capture 'Translucent' of The Seven and play them in the palm of his hand under the search of a group of superhumans.
But in the end, he is just an ordinary person. Without using temporary Compound V and mutations, there are many situations where he gets beaten up, and his survival is purely due to luck.
Shawn looked at the man in front of him. It was this arrogant and inconspicuous guy who, in the final battle at the White House, used a crowbar to pierce the head of the depowered Homelander.
How did he manage that?
"Call me Billy. If you can pay for my purchase, then I'm willing to forgive your presumption." Butcher grinned, revealing his white upper teeth.
This was a boor who didn't know what courtesy was.
But it had to be said that his arrogant and confident appearance had some charm.
Shawn chuckled: "Just because I took an extra look at you?"
Butcher: "You don't want to?"
"Billy, hurry up and change your clothes!"
Becca's voice came from behind. She pushed her husband's body forward. When passing by Shawn, she gave him an apologetic smile: "Sorry, he's always like this, loves to joke."
"It's fine."
Shawn watched the burly figure being pushed into the fitting room reluctantly and shook his head imperceptibly.
This chance encounter was neither unpleasant nor very pleasant.
Shawn would not jump out and deliberately change anything.
Butcher was not a person who would follow the rules. This arrogant and stubborn personality was destined to go down a peculiar path. He didn't need anyone to change him.
As for Becca.
Shawn asked: "Do you think Vought International is a good place?"
Becca smiled politely: "I am in charge of social media channels, brand promotion, and public relations. If you need an introduction, you might as well send your resume to my department's email."
Her career was on the rise, and she was in high spirits.
"Thanks for the kindness."
Shawn looked down at the time and smiled: "But sorry, I can't stay any longer. I have to go home to accompany my wife after buying things."
Saying goodbye to her, he turned and left the store.
He didn't know many details about the plot of The Boys, and now that he had a family, he was even less interested.
It would be best not to run into these people again.
After the figure walked away, Butcher just came out of the fitting room and asked his wife: "Did that sissy-looking dumbass just talk bad about me?"
Becca sighed helplessly: "Behave yourself. Can't you say something nice?"
She was a little worried that her husband's sharp tongue would ruin the party tonight. She hoped nothing would happen, she thought.
...
On the other side, Shawn had long since put the previous matter behind him.
Even he didn't expect that his last stop in New York would be to participate in a large-scale fan Christmas meet-and-greet for 'The Seven' held by Vought International like an ordinary grunt!
Who told him to promise Mira that he would prepare special gifts for his family.
"Old Jonathan likes Homelander. While this guy hasn't revealed his true colors yet, getting an autograph is fine..."
With such thoughts, he stood in the cold wind with the fanatical fans for more than two hours, and finally welcomed his first meeting with Homelander.
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