She clicked on a video.
Thinking that this should be the video Pierce just mentioned, Stormfront clicked play.
The video was very short, lasting less than a minute.
At a glance, Stormfront recognized the filming location as Vought’s audition site.
Stormfront frowned.
“Why did Pierce send this garbage to me? Didn’t I say I wasn’t interested?”
With lingering doubt, Stormfront patiently continued watching.
Then, a shocking face appeared in the arena.
“Soldier Boy?!” Stormfront couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Wasn’t this guy sold to the Russians by Vought?”
She paused the video, her gaze complex as she carefully examined that familiar, handsome face she had once ridden.
“No, wait, it’s not Soldier Boy. This guy is even younger than Soldier Boy!”
But soon, Stormfront discovered something was wrong.
That was, this ‘Soldier Boy’ was a bit too young!
You must know that when she met Soldier Boy, he had already injected Compound V, and his age, like hers, was forever frozen at the moment of injection.
Which was around thirty years old.
And this ‘Soldier Boy’ in the video was so tender, at most twenty years old.
There was a ten-year age appearance difference, so it was absolutely impossible for them to be the same person!
This was just someone who looked a lot like Soldier Boy!
Stormfront was truly interested now.
“So who on earth are you, little guy?”
With this deciphering interest, she clicked the play button and continued playing the video.
As the video continued playing, because the microphone captured the sound in the arena, Stormfront could hear Derek’s pre-match profanity that the live audience didn’t hear.
This caused Stormfront to involuntarily reveal a smile.
“You kid really look a lot like Soldier Boy. Not only do you look alike, but your mouth stinks just as much!”
When she saw those nine participating Superhumans contestants charging together, only to be instantly taken out by Derek snapping his fingers to summon nine bolts of Purple Lightning, Stormfront could no longer sit still at all.
“Lightning? And lightning powers identical to mine?!”
Stormfront’s eyes were full of shock.
Just like Pierce before, she repeatedly watched the segment of Derek using his abilities several times! Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Until finally, she confirmed that the lightning power used by this man who looked so much like Soldier Boy was identical to her lightning power!
Not like other Superhumans, where similar abilities occasionally appeared.
But rather as if it were a one-to-one replica!
“How is this possible? Compound V users basically cannot reproduce. My only daughter was born before injecting Compound V, so even if he is my great-grandson, he shouldn’t inherit my powers…”
“And his appearance is so much like Soldier Boy, is it really a coincidence?”
Stormfront muttered to herself.
Finally, eliminating all possibilities, Stormfront locked onto the only possibility.
A cold light flashed in her eyes.
“It seems the children Vought created back then using my and Soldier Boy’s genes aren’t just Homelander!”
“Good! Very good! Daring to hide it from me! Stan Edgar has really grown tired of living!”
Stormfront’s eyes were half-joyful and half-angry, lightning erupting from her hands as she soared into the sky!
On the other side, Derek had already stepped off the arena stage.
He had no idea that his casual display had caused so much fallout, and that someone was about to suffer terribly because of it.
After Derek arrived backstage, a brown-haired woman wearing an orange suit immediately trotted over to him, reaching out her hand and saying:
“Mr. Osborn, hello, I’m Ashley from Vought’s PR management department!”
Looking at the panting woman before him, Derek had a thoughtful look in his eyes and reached out to shake her hand.
This ultimate stress-resistant queen who survived all the way to the end in The Boys had very good PR skills.
He could try to cultivate her into one of his own people.
“Hello, Ashley, would you like a glass of water?”
With a gentle smile on his face, Derek handed Ashley a bottle of water.
This flattered Ashley greatly.
Looking at the charming, handsome face in front of her, she momentarily forgot the purpose of her visit.
“Perhaps we can talk about your work here?” Derek reminded her.
Ashley finally snapped back to her senses.
“Right, right. Ms. Madelyn asked me to take you to the commentary booth. She said Homelander really wants to meet you.”
“Homelander wants to meet me?” Derek’s lips curled slightly.
It seemed that he had already successfully been selected for the team of The Seven. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“Then let’s go.”
Ashley led the way in front while Derek followed behind, and the two quickly took the elevator to the high-platform box of the commentary booth.
Pushing open the door to the box, inside, besides Madelyn and Homelander, there were also Black Noir and an entire camera crew.
“Oh, look who’s here, it’s our Thunder King Derek!”
As soon as Derek walked in, Homelander greeted him with a bright, sunny boyish smile and gave Derek a hug.
Derek’s face twitched as he directly complained: “Thunder King? Who the fuck gave me this thunderous code name, and who approved it?”
Faced with Derek’s unmasked words, Homelander, who was hugging Derek, suddenly stiffened his body.
Because this code name was precisely what he had spent a long time thinking up just moments ago.
He had thought Derek would really like it…
Homelander forced a smile onto his face, didn’t pick up on that remark, but instead patted Derek’s shoulder a bit firmly, changing the subject:
“Derek, congratulations on officially becoming the third member of The Seven!”
“Let me introduce you. This is Black Noir. Perhaps you know him or have even seen his movies. He is a reliable veteran superhero!”
“Starting today, the three of us are the founding veterans of The Seven!”
As Homelander spoke, he placed one hand on Derek’s shoulder and the other on Black Noir’s shoulder, flashing a professional fake smile at the camera.
The photographer very professionally snapped a group photo of the three of them quickly.
“Alright, the next match is about to start. Three superheroes, would I have the honor of inviting you all to watch this match with me?”
At this moment, Madelyn saw that it was about enough, waved her hand to let the camera crew retreat, and said to the three of them.
“Of course, beautiful lady!”
Homelander feigned gentility, walking over first and sitting in the exact center of the sofa, which was to Madelyn’s right.
Black Noir nodded at Derek, then walked over and sat beside Homelander.
As for Derek, he flopped down on Madelyn’s left, casually draped one arm over the back of the sofa behind her, and directly dangled his feet on the table in front of him.
This made the prim and proper Homelander unable to even maintain the fake smile on his face.
Oh, this damn masculine charm!
Why could this guy’s casual sitting action make people’s hormones explode!
This made him look so stupid, alright!