"Oh? No! No! No!"
Stormfront pointed at the table with a grin.
"Don't grab that gun under there. You should know it won't do anything to me."
Mallory had already pulled out the handgun and aimed it at Stormfront.
"Who the hell would listen to you, bitch!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots echoed through the house. One deformed bullet after another fell at Stormfront's feet.
In the blink of an eye, Mallory emptied the magazine.
Stormfront crossed her arms, whistling with a relaxed look on her face.
"Tch, bitch!"
Mallory lowered the gun and said, "You really are willing to be Homelander's dog?"
"That really hurts, ma'am."
Stormfront shook her head.
"You could say I made the smart choice."
"Who doesn't want to live well?"
"This world is wonderful."
"There's endless good food, endless pretty clothes."
"There are so many sweet little princes who know how to please people, and all kinds of entertainment."
"I don't want to die. Once you die, there's nothing left."
"Look at me. I'm so young, so pretty."
"What a waste it would be to lie in a cold grave."
"Unlike you, ma'am."
"You're old and ugly. If you died, nobody would be sad for you."
"How pitiful."
Suddenly, electricity burst across Stormfront's body. She rushed at Mallory and smashed the table and chairs apart.
She reached out and lifted Mallory into the air.
Stormfront waved her hand.
"Well then, goodbye?"
The corner of Mallory's mouth lifted slightly, "You don't dare kill me, bitch."
"If you kill me, how are you going to explain it to Homelander?"
"I bet his order was for you to bring me to him, or find me."
"But killing me definitely wasn't part of it."
Stormfront showed a surprised expression, then said, "You really are smart, ma'am."
"But why can't I make up an excuse for myself?"
"For example, my hand slipped and I accidentally killed you."
"You ordinary humans are way too fragile."
"Especially someone your age."
"You're even weaker than ants."
Mallory still looked calm, "Really? Then do it, bitch."
"But let me remind you, if I die, every well-known media outlet in the Federation will receive an interesting email."
"Guess what's inside?"
Stormfront burst out laughing, "It can't be your photo shoot, can it, ma'am?"
"Go to hell, bitch!"
"No, maybe I should call you 'Liberty'?"
Mallory said with a mocking look.
Stormfront's expression finally changed a little, "What did you just say?"
Mallory smiled, "I'm talking about a bitch called 'Liberty.' A racist. A woman covered in sins."
"That's you, isn't it?"
"I also saw that video of you killing Butcher."
"I recognized you right away."
"That really surprised me."
"Back then, Vought spent a lot of effort cleaning up your messes."
"I never expected that after all these years, you still haven't changed at all."
"How old are you exactly?"
"Seventy?"
"Or one hundred?"
"You really are an actual old monster that refuses to die."
Stormfront's mouth formed an O shape, "Has anyone ever told you your mouth stinks?"
"God, how can you say so many hurtful things?"
"But I still have to admire you."
"As expected of someone from the CIA. You actually know this much. That's pretty surprising."
"Yeah, that's right."
"More than forty years ago, I really was called 'Liberty.'"
"And even earlier than that, I had other names."
"But so what?"
"You think that little bit of information can threaten me?", Stormfront burst into laughter.
"You probably still don't know this, but Homelander is really amazing now."
"Not only is he personally powerful, but his influence is terrifying too."
"He's now the hidden boss of Vought. If you watched the news today, then you'd know Olga Company also fell into his hands."
"If you gave that information to the media, do you think they'd release it immediately?"
"No. They'd ask Vought for their opinion first, and then all that information would be destroyed."
"We only let the people below see what the people above are willing to show them."
"In that regard, the Federation and Vought are exactly the same."
"You worked in the CIA. Haven't you seen enough of this kind of thing already?"
"So stop acting ignorant, okay? You may not be as old as me, but you're long past the age of being a little girl, aren't you?"
Mallory's expression shifted slightly.
Stormfront spread her hands.
"Come on. If you still have some trump card, bring it out."
"I want to see what other surprises you can give me."
"But if you can't, don't blame me for getting rough."
Mallory took a deep breath, "I have a weapon that can deal with Homelander."
Stormfront froze for a moment, then bent over laughing, "Don't make me laugh to death. You're an old woman. What kind of weapon could you possibly have against Homelander?"
"If you really had one, why not use it immediately?"
"Why let me find you first?"
She shook her head and wiped the corner of her eye, "You really disappointed me, ma'am."
"Looks like you're out of trump cards. Otherwise, you wouldn't say something this ridiculous."
"Siberia," Mallory said confidently, "That weapon is in Siberia. It can deal with Homelander, including super bastards like you!"
Stormfront narrowed her eyes slightly.
"You used 'he,' not 'it.'"
"So this is a superhuman?"
Mallory gave no response.
Stormfront spread her hands, "Then how are you going to prove that this weapon can actually work on Homelander?"
Mallory smiled and crooked her finger, telling Stormfront to come closer.
Then she whispered something into her ear.
"What!"
Shock filled Stormfront's face. Then she thought for a moment and smiled.
"But what does that have to do with me? I'm not going to betray Homelander."
Mallory let out a short laugh, "Oh, give me a break. I know exactly what kind of person you are."
"You didn't kill me immediately because you wanted to know whether there was a way to deal with Homelander, right?"
"Now I'm giving it to you, and suddenly you're scared?"
"So? I know where to find that weapon."
"I can take you there."
Stormfront put away her smile.
"But if I don't bring you back, Homelander will kill me."
"I think he's already getting impatient. I need to go back and show my face soon."
Mallory shrugged, "Maybe you could bring my 'corpse' back instead."
Stormfront smiled, "Ma'am, DNA testing technology isn't exactly new."
Mallory nodded, "Of course. But would Homelander personally test the DNA?"
"No. That bitch only reads the reports!"