At the entrance of the bank.
After ending the call, Homelander straightened his uniform slightly before turning and walking out of the bank’s main entrance.
Outside the bank, police tape had already been set up, and the area was surrounded by a large crowd of police officers and media reporters.
“He’s out!
Homelander is out!”
“Ah!
Homelander, can I take a picture with you?!”
Seeing Homelander walk out, the bystanders nearby immediately erupted into loud exclamations.
Reporters nearby also crossed the police tape directly, aiming their microphones at Homelander.
“Homelander, have you eliminated the robbers?”
“Homelander, what is the situation inside?”
“Homelander…”
Facing the media reporters who had long since set up their cameras and were eagerly waiting for him to speak, the expression on Homelander’s face instantly switched from his previous rage and irritation to deep grief and regret.
He walked forward slowly, stopped in front of the media reporters, and faced all the recording equipment.
Flashbulbs immediately went off in a chaotic frenzy.
“Everyone,” Homelander began, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a sense of deliberately suppressed choking, “I am so sorry.
I am truly…
so sorry.”
He lowered his head, covered his face with his hand, and his shoulders shook slightly.
A few seconds later, he lifted his head again, his eyes actually looking a bit red.
“When I received the alert and rushed here at my fastest speed…
it was already too late.”
He looked into the bank, his eyes filled with pain.
“I saw the blood of the innocent, I saw broken families.
My heart hurts just as much as their families’.”
A reporter spoke up impatiently again.
“Homelander!
What about the robbers?
What about that Supe?”
Homelander looked at that reporter, his eyes revealing a timely hint of anger and helplessness.
“He escaped,” Homelander said, gritting his teeth.
“While we were going through the cumbersome police reporting system and waiting for approval, he completed the robbery, killed so many people, and then…
disappeared without a trace with the stolen money.”
He clenched his fists, his voice rising.
“This is a failure of the system!
A tragedy of bureaucracy!
If I could have received authorization earlier, if the information could have been relayed faster, these lives…
perhaps they could have been saved!”
His voice was impassioned and full of contagious emotion.
“We need change!
We need a more efficient, more direct way to deal with these crises caused by Supes!
We cannot let bureaucracy and red tape become a wall that blocks justice anymore!”
The reporters recorded frantically, the sound of camera shutters rising and falling.
He had the headlines.
He had the big scoop.
Watching the crowd of media stirred up by his emotions, the stifled frustration Homelander felt because the script went wrong dissipated slightly.
Madelyn was right.
This was indeed an opportunity.
As for that ‘Stone Armor’ who dared to stand him up…
A trace of cold killing intent flashed in the depths of Homelander’s eyes.
He had better not let him be found.
Meanwhile, the culprit Homelander was obsessing over had just arrived at his residence.
The glow of the Wind-Splitting Wings behind Su Kai faded completely, and like a feather, he landed silently in the backyard of the residence in Granville Point, Ohio.
He pushed open the back door to enter the house and locked it behind him.
“Whew—”
He let out a long breath and deactivated his armor.
The Black Heavy Armor and the Nether Blade dissipated into points of light, and the Wind-Splitting Wings vanished completely.
Su Kai walked over to the living room sofa, flopped down, and felt completely relaxed.
This trip out was a massive profit.
With a thought, a small spatial rift ripped open in front of him.
Immediately after, bundles upon bundles of green US banknotes poured out like a fountain from the rift, piling up continuously on the living room floor.
One bundle, two bundles, ten bundles, one hundred bundles…
Soon, a small green mountain had piled up in the center of the living room.
There were also gold bars swiped from the vault, a few boxes of jewelry, and some miscellaneous documents and receipts scattered to the side.
“Goodness gracious…”
Su Kai looked at this mountain of money, his eyes glazing over slightly.
He knew he had gotten a lot this time, but he hadn’t expected this much.
He casually picked up a bundle of banknotes and weighed it in his hand.
Standard hundred-dollar bills; one bundle was one hundred bills, which meant ten thousand dollars.
He roughly counted the bundles on the floor.
Good heavens, there was no way to count them all.
And that didn’t even include the loose bills that had been scattered or fished out of the robbers’ pockets.
“Jellyfish, give me a rough estimate of the total value,” Su Kai said in his mind.
[Scanning…]
[Based on volume, weight, and denomination, the total cash is in the range of approximately 83 million US dollars.]
[The total weight of the gold is approximately 89 kilograms, which converts to approximately 12.6 million US dollars at the current market price.]
[The valuation of jewelry and valuables is pending.]
“Nearly…
a hundred million?!”
Su Kai was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl upward, and he finally laughed out loud.
“Hahahaha!”
This was absolutely massive—he had won big!
Fighting monsters to level up and drop gold coins, and it was a massive amount of gold coins at that.
What kind of bullshit smuggler stronghold?
Compared to robbing a bank directly, that was nothing.
“No wonder so many people love robbing banks; it’s all super profitable,” Su Kai sighed happily.
He had previously been wondering how to make money and how to develop in secret.
Now, he was financially free.
One hundred million US dollars was a huge sum of money anywhere.
Even in this world of The Boys, it was enough for him to splurge for quite a while.
Just as Su Kai was pondering how to spend this huge sum of money…
Bzzzz…
A dull vibrating sound suddenly came from the pile of “spoils” he had tossed onto the coffee table.
Su Kai frowned and swept his gaze over.
The source of the sound was that old-fashioned mobile phone he had fished off the corpse of ‘Stone Armor’.
It was black, a keypad phone, looking very retro.
At this moment, the screen was lit up, displaying an unknown number without a contact name.
Unknown call?
Su Kai stared at the vibrating phone and didn’t pick it up immediately.
‘Stone Armor’ was already dead, and even his corpse had been thrown into the spatial rift and torn to pieces.
On the way back, he had already had the Void Jellyfish conduct a comprehensive check on this phone to ensure there were no tracking or positioning devices inside.
Who would be calling this phone at this time?
An accomplice?
The smuggler group’s superior?
Or…
Vought?
Su Kai thought for a moment, then reached out to pick up the phone and tried pressing the answer button.