Benjamin looked at him.
He observed the bloodstains on that young face and the bloodshot veins emerging in those blue eyes.
He observed that child who had grown up in a laboratory from a very young age, having suffered the same terrible torment as him.
Perhaps there was a reason he had been tortured.
After all, his original self had cruelly bullied his teammates first, and Black Noir and the others, unable to tolerate it any longer and instigated by Stan Edgar, had decided to turn against him.
But what about Homelander?
What had he done wrong?
From childhood to adulthood, Homelander had experienced this kind of terrible pain; he had absolutely no choice.
Although not much time had passed, barely a childhood, Benjamin felt that this pain was greater than the forty years of suffering he had endured.
He was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and tore a few strands of hair from his head.
The roots of the hair still had follicles attached, and he handed the hair to Homelander.
“If you can’t find the files, look elsewhere.”
“Don’t tell me you, the top supervisor of America, don’t even know how to go to a hospital to get a paternity test?”
Homelander’s gaze fell on those few strands of hair.
Carefully, he clutched the hair in his palm and then pushed himself up using the rubble.
His suit was covered in cement dust and debris, and the wound on his left cheek had stopped bleeding, but the bloodstain still clung to his face.
“After you discover the truth, don’t act impulsively.”
Benjamin patted him on the shoulder.
The force wasn’t strong, but when his palm touched him, Homelander’s body stiffened slightly.
“Show the report to Stan Edgar.
He will, of course, know how to contact me.
I’ll get my revenge sooner or later, but not now.”
Homelander didn’t speak.
He simply gripped the hair a little tighter, turned around, bent his knees slightly, and suddenly rose into the air.
A shockwave burst out, and his figure quickly shrank into the high skies of New York, becoming a dark red speck of light that disappeared on the horizon toward Manhattan. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Benjamin watched Homelander leave.
At the same time, the system notification sound rang in his ears.
[You have made Homelander feel the weight of a stern father’s love.
Although he is not yet sure that you are his father, he has never been hit or disciplined by his biological father before.
Now, having been disciplined by you, Homelander has a strange and different feeling.]
[The following reward has been obtained: Super Speed Level 1.]
[Current abilities:]
· Nuclear Shockwave Level 3: Can release high-intensity radioactive energy, capable of incinerating everything and eliminating Compound V from the target’s body.
· Super Strength Level 5: Possesses the super strength of a top-tier Super.
· Super Durability Level 5: Invulnerable to blades and firearms, immune to conventional thermal weapons and most Super attacks.
· Self-Healing Level 5: Extremely high cellular activity, can rapidly repair fatal wounds.
· Radiation Resistance Level 5: Completely immune to nuclear radiation and all harmful rays.
· Super Speed Level 1: Possesses the speed of an average Super.
· Immortality: The body remains forever at its peak state.
To be honest, given Soldier Boy’s physical strength, according to the laws of standard physics, his speed shouldn’t be so slow.
However, his performance in terms of speed was, in fact, the same as that of an ordinary person; any average person riding a shared bike could have outpaced him on foot.
This might be some kind of restriction, or perhaps a safety mechanism left by Vought.
However, now this restriction had been broken.
Benjamin now possessed the speed of a normal Super.
He would never again be walked like a dog.
…
Shortly after 3:00 PM, New York-Presbyterian Hospital, Genetic Testing Center.
A man in a baseball cap and sunglasses, dressed in a loose hoodie, entered the first-floor lobby.
He wore the hat pulled down to his eyebrows, and the sunglasses covered almost his entire face, but if anyone recognized the face hidden behind those glasses, in five minutes it would revolutionize social media across the United States.
Homelander had lived for nearly thirty years and had never done anything like this before.
He pressed a button on the ticket machine in the waiting room, sat on a plastic chair for twenty minutes, and then said to a tired-looking receptionist nurse:
“I want to take a paternity test.”
His tone was so polite that even he found it strange.
The nurse, without even looking up, handed him a form and two sample tubes.
The sampling process was quick.
He put Benjamin’s few strands of hair into one of the test tubes, took a few from his own head to put in the other, filled out the form, paid the fee, and then sat back down on that plastic chair to wait.
The fluorescent tubes in the hallway emitted a low hum.
A young mother with a child in her arms was sitting on the chair across from him; the child was drawing a red flower with crayons on the waiting room wall.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with the burnt aroma of a coffee machine; everything was so ordinary that it seemed unreal.
Homelander stared at the mother holding the child, not knowing what he was thinking.
He waited two hours.
Maybe longer.
Then the nurse called his number.
It wasn’t the name Homelander, but the fake ID and the name John that he had someone create.
He took the brown envelope, went to the stairwell, pushed open the door, and after checking that no one was around, tore the seal.
The report wasn’t long, three pages of dense medical terminology and numerical tables.
His gaze skipped over all the genetic locus analyses and technical explanations he couldn’t understand, stopping directly at the conclusion section at the end of the last page.
Bold text, in black letters, three lines in total.
“Test Results: The probability of paternity between Sample A and Sample B (John) is greater than 99.9999%.”
“Conclusion: Sample A is the biological father of Sample B.”
“Testing Center: New York-Presbyterian Hospital, Genetic Testing Center.”