A vivid image immediately came to mind.
"...Alright then, have fun."
Jordan decided to ignore the man and stepped forward, past Butcher, until he reached the edge of the rooftop.
Behind him, Butcher, who'd passed him, shattered the ground with a single step. His blurry figure appeared in front of the still unconscious Homelander.
Jordan looked away, finding it hard to imagine what would happen between the two men next.
Given Butcher's personality, any form of retaliation would be justified.
However, his ideas might not all be feasible given his A-Train level of power.
Let God bless Homelander!
After offering a prayer to the best of his ability, Jordan took a leap of faith, letting gravity pull his body into freefall toward the ground.
The cloak behind him fluttered and rustled in the opposite direction of his fall. As he passed a certain floor, his descent abruptly stopped, as if Newton himself had been killed.
In the office by the window, several researchers in white lab coats felt the sky darken for a moment. Then a black figure ignored the hard floor-to-ceiling glass and flew straight in!
With a crack, the glass that Jordan touched shattered into honeycomb-shaped, blunt-angled particles that floated in the air as he passed through.
It had to be said that once a person entered an invincible state, it could be really enjoyable to do things like Homelander without any restraint.
But if you weren't careful, you could lose yourself in the face of omnipotent power.
This was why invincibility often turned into a debuff in JoJo.
Jordan's approach was much more low-key and environmentally friendly. The group of white coats working there were shocked to see him walk in from outside the building. The glass shards floating behind him were pulled back to their original positions by an invisible force, and were instantly reassembled, looking as clean as new.
"Homelander? No, you are not him!"
"Then... how did you get in!"
"This is not a place for superhumans! Get out of here!"
"If you don't get out of here soon, I'm calling security!"
A tall man in a white coat, whose clothes couldn't hide his large belly, saw that Jordan shouldn't be there. He angrily pushed up his glasses and spat at him like an enraged cobra.
Judging from the employee badge on his chest, he should be a mid-level manager at the supervisor level.
He was probably used to bullying others because of his position and status. When he got fierce at the intruder, he was incredibly aggressive, like a large French Bulldog in heat.
Jordan didn't even glance at this clueless idiot.
He activated his X-ray vision to take a look at the layout of the floor, then stepped forward.
This floor was the secret laboratory of Vought Corporation, a process inaccessible by elevator, and the source of most of the production and research and development of Compound V.
Countless superhumans had been born from here. No wonder this supervisor wasn't afraid of him at all, but instead looked down on him with a sense of superiority.
Are superhumans subjected to racial discrimination?
Very good. That's very American!
As he walked, Jordan used his force field to block out the not-so-clean droplets and didn't care about the other party's rudeness.
The next second, Mind Network violently invaded the middle-aged manager's brain and quickly found the information he wanted.
With a thud, the supervisor collapsed to the ground.
The previous generation's research leader, Dr. Vogelbaum, had long since retired. Even though he was recalled by President Edgar, he had his own laboratory and did not work at headquarters.
Jordan didn't intend to kidnap a scientist. He just planned to pack up some samples and research data and take them with him.
The group of doctors in white coats watched inexplicably as their supervisor was taken down, and they all fell silent. Some tried to press the emergency button or contact the building security, but found that the signal was blocked by some unknown force and could not be transmitted at all.
They could only watch helplessly as this superhuman in black armor moved his gaze around, touring this top-secret laboratory.
Pushing open the door to the finished product storage room, a blast of cold air hit him.
A row of refrigerated cabinets against the wall displayed a large number of blue medicine bottles, which were the finished products of Compound V.
These would be secretly sent to children's hospitals around the world to help families who'd signed confidentiality agreements with Vought Corporation to artificially create superhumans.
Although there was a certain mortality rate, given the distorted values of this world, there were plenty of parents willing to take this gamble.
Jordan picked up the experimental logbook that was casually placed on the table, while F-boy walked out of his body and reached out toward the freezer on the wall.
The Stand ability was activated. The powered-on freezer, along with its plug, emitted a white light. The card that had been floating in F-boy's palm disappeared.
[Fantasy Card: Compound V Warehouse]
Type: Item Card • Rarity: SR
The Boys universe - Vought Corporation develops a special drug that can transform ordinary people into superhumans.
Effect 1: Superhuman Creation
Using this on ordinary people has a chance of creating superhuman abilities with random side effects, and carries a high mortality rate. Its effect is more stable on infants and young children than on adults.
Effect 2: Superpower Enhancement
Used by superhumans, this enhances their existing superpowers and has a certain degree of addictiveness.
By searching the mind of the R&D director, all the secrets of the entire laboratory were laid bare.
Jordan found his office and turned on his computer.
The accessed database contained complete R&D records, as well as a large number of failure cases.
As for those who succeeded, they were naturally the glamorous superheroes, each of whom could fetch a good price.
This was yet another irrefutable piece of evidence of Vought Corporation's illegal activities. Jordan found a USB drive, copied the data, and prepared to hand it over to the vengeful dog on the rooftop.
Next, he went straight to the laboratory's dedicated server room and turned the server racks that housed the storage servers into cards.
Such thieving behavior made no attempt to conceal it from the white-coated scientists filling the entire floor. The group of scientists watched in disbelief as this superhuman in black packed up research data worth billions and took it all away, leaving Vought Corporation with not a single drop of soup.
But no one dared to step forward and act as the company's hero. The last one to do so was still lying on the floor, not yet awake.
"I'm done, gentlemen."
Jordan pointed and waved to the people in white coats.
"I wish you a happy life."
Bathed in blue light, Jordan returned to the rooftop of Vought Tower.
A muffled rumble came from the ground. It was the security team from Vought Corporation, still relentlessly attacking the building.
On the rooftop, Butcher tore off the hem of his coat and wrapped it tightly around Homelander's neck. He placed his feet on the alloy pillar and used all his strength to push backward.
The blue veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, and the muscles all over his body trembled from the exertion.
But even so, Homelander, who had a steel body, showed no sign of suffocation even in his unconscious state.
After maintaining this position for several minutes, Butcher finally gave up on his plan to strangle Homelander to death.
He stood up, panting heavily, and looked down at the unconscious man with a complicated expression.
"Boss said he'd handle it if I couldn't finish..."
Butcher muttered to himself, then shook his head.
"No. This bastard is mine."
He clenched his fists, then released them. The A-Train speed coursing through his veins gave him power he'd never imagined, but apparently not enough to kill a man with a steel body through strangulation alone.
But there were other ways.
Butcher's eyes fell on Homelander's ruined face, on the bloody charred holes where his eyes had been, on the scabbed-over wounds covering his body.
A slow, terrible smile spread across his bearded face.
"Don't worry, mate. We've got all the time in the world."