Of all the enemies Jordan had encountered, Homelander was definitely one of the most generous.
Two superpowers granted upon first meeting, and the quality of those superpowers was questionable...
Well, the fantasy card already said it was "Homelander Exclusive," so that was fine.
Based on past experience, if Jordan collected all of Homelander's superpowers, the resulting fusion card would inevitably be SSR-rank.
Given that it was a high-quality counterfeit, being listed as SR individually was understandable.
After all, even among Dragon-level monsters, there was someone like Bakuzan.
Homelander's superpower should be considered top-tier SR, but it was still a step below SSR.
As the top fighter in The Boys universe, Homelander, while not as powerful as Jordan, was still a force to be reckoned with.
No matter how discount, budget-friendly, or off-brand Superman was, he was still Superman.
If the strength issue could be resolved, it could even evolve into the strongest version.
As the old saying went: first solve whether it exists, then solve whether it's good.
The rest was up to hard work.
(Saitama: Achoo! Why does my hair seem thinner today?)
Jordan followed Butcher and turned into an alley in Manhattan.
The latter casually glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then raised his hand and knocked on a large iron gate that looked like the back entrance of a warehouse.
"Oi, Harry, I've received your whistleblower letter. Thank you for bein' such a rare good citizen of New York."
Butcher flashed his signature roguish grin—a smile that, when he held the upper hand, seemed as utterly detestable to his victims as a demon's.
"This is police brutality, you bastard."
A trapdoor on the iron gate was pulled open, and the bearded security guard named Harry looked helpless.
"If they find out I opened the door without permission, do you know what kind of torture I'll suffer?"
Butcher peeked through and gave a wicked smile. "All I know is that if you don't open the door, the torture I inflict on you will be double what they do."
The security guard cursed under his breath as he closed the trapdoor. Jordan looked Butcher up and down. "You're a New York police officer?"
Butcher explained nonchalantly. "Sometimes it's the FBI, CIA, tax commissioner, or somethin'. It's just a piece of paper. In places like this, all those identities are the same."
With a metallic scraping sound, the iron gate opened inward.
Butcher smiled and waved to Harry, and the two strode inside.
After walking through a short, soundproof corridor, a large door opened in front of Jordan and Butcher, revealing an indescribable adult scene inside.
Under dim, flickering lights, the lobby of the European-style nightclub was packed with customers. Everywhere, there were people engaged in activities that most couldn't imagine.
For example, those couples having an incredibly high time.
The phrase "going to heaven" here was literal—they were actually using superpowers to fly up to the ceiling.
"Wow, this is excitin', innit?"
Butcher winked at Jordan, indicating he could join in if he wanted, boss.
Jordan ignored him, activated X-ray vision, and the thick concrete walls gradually became transparent, revealing all the scenes beyond.
Soon, a Black man in a blue uniform came into view, his signature goggles tossed in the corner of the sofa. He was drinking with his male friend, who was also a superhuman.
A-Train.
Jordan paused, locked onto one of the rooms, and immediately strode over.
Butcher initially intended to leave, but then realized that Jordan didn't seem to be there to indulge at all, so he inexplicably followed.
They hadn't taken two steps when a strangely shaped, flesh-colored appendage stretched across the passageway, blocking their way.
One end of the appendage was connected to a blond man wearing a vest, who was brazenly embracing two men, and engaging in unrestrained intimacy.
Butcher introduced him like a tour guide. "This is 'Rubber Man' Ezekiel, who recently held a sermon on the theme of 'Hope that homosexuals will disappear.'"
"Okay. Puri-Puri Prisoner would probably like him."
"What did you say?"
Just as the two were about to step over the rubber man, a long arm suddenly blocked their way. Ezekiel whistled at Jordan. "You're quite handsome boy. Want to listen to the Lord's teachings with me?"
The two male companions beside him, realizing they might have fallen out of favor, glared fiercely at Jordan, while Butcher couldn't help but grin.
His years of experience as a secret agent told him that a good show was about to begin.
A smirk crept onto his lips.
"Listen. I wasn't planning on dealing with you."
"You are one of the major accomplices in the deaths of countless infants caused by the Compound V experiments every year."
Jordan glanced at the deformed, elongated tattooed arm in front of him, and two deep red lights surged in his eyes.
"Furthermore, if Luffy knew you were using the Gum-Gum Fruit like this, he'd go crazy."
"So I'll do it for him today."
Under the influence of alcohol and lighting, Ezekiel couldn't hear what Jordan said and even thought that seeing Jordan's eyes glowing was just an illusion.
A ruby-like beam of light pierced the eyes of the perverted "Rubber Man," boring straight through the back of his head and the sofa behind him, cleanly and decisively sending him to meet his God.
The two male companions, their faces splattered with gore, stepped aside in terror. Before they could even utter a cry of alarm, they were frozen into two statues by a field of blue psychic energy.
Stunned, Butcher instinctively followed Jordan over the "Rubber Man's" limp corpse on the ground, when he suddenly realized something.
If I wanted to completely overthrow Vought, this mysterious and powerful man in front of me might be my only hope.
"Oi, boss, wait a minute! Who are you lookin' for? Maybe I can help you!"
Jordan glanced back at Butcher, who had a fawning smile on his face.
But Butcher made no secret of his loathing for superhumans and his desire to use Jordan against Homelander.
"You're a complete scoundrel, Butcher, and I'm starting to admire you."
Faced with Jordan's sarcasm, Butcher not only didn't mind, but smiled humbly and said, "Cheers, boss. It's my pleasure to serve you."
"...It was crazy. When I crashed into her body, I was running so fast that I accidentally swallowed one of her molars, like hitting and killing a bug on the highway."
"Dude, you're disgusting."