N-A-A 038 Homelander: Los, he understands me
038 Homelander: Los, he understands me
After the meeting of the Super Seven.
As a second-generation black-clad Los, he had no work assignments today, so he returned to the detached apartment in the wealthy area assigned to him by the Water Group headquarters.
As they left the headquarters building, Queen Maeve struck up a conversation with Ross: "Want to grab a drink tonight?"
Los guessed that Queen Maeve had already recognized him and that they would be working together in the future, so he simply agreed.
"Okay, you decide on the time and place."
The day.
As night falls, the already bustling metropolis of New York City shines even brighter and more prosperous under the dazzling lights.
A high-end bar next to an apartment building in an affluent neighborhood.
Los changed out of his dark-colored battle suit and walked into the bar like an ordinary customer without attracting anyone's attention.
Upon entering, you'll see a large bar illuminated by gentle lighting, with cabinets displaying a variety of expensive wines from around the world, and classical music in the style of vinyl records flowing like a stream.
Compared to before.
Kate's freshman party was a blast of booming music, flashing lights, energetic dancing, and surging hormones.
The bar here has a quiet and more romantic atmosphere, but the prices are very high, and there aren't many customers.
As soon as Ross entered the store, he saw Queen Maeve sitting alone in a corner booth.
Queen Maeve had changed out of her retro armor and was now wearing a figure-hugging red dress that accentuated her mature curves.
"So it really is you, Los, the second-generation Black."
Queen Maeve was not surprised by Los's appearance, after all, she had identified him by his voice during the day.
But when Los approached the booth, she couldn't help but be surprised and her eyes widened.
The young Asian man in front of me looked much more handsome than he had a month ago, with clean and smooth skin, and his perfect physique filled out his suit.
His jet-black hair was glossy, and his eyes were bright and expressive, radiating a sunny and confident aura from within.
What happened to you in the past month?
Queen Maeve couldn't help but ask.
If things were slightly better for the Middle Eastern refugees a month ago...
Now, he's practically some Wall Street rich kid who came out of nowhere.
Does Godotkin University really teach people?
Los sat down in the booth opposite Queen Maeve and chuckled, "He's being kept by a rich woman at school."
"That rich woman is eating really well."
Queen Maeve's eyes sparkled, and she covered her mouth, laughing merrily.
After a brief chat, and with the alcohol on their lips, the two became much more comfortable with each other.
Los and Queen Maeve quickly discussed matters concerning the Super Seven.
Queen Maeve narrowed her eyes and pondered, "It's not good that you offended the Deep Sea on your very first day, but the Deep Sea's status isn't that high."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "To gain a foothold in the Super Seven, besides having a good relationship with the leader, you also need to increase your own popularity. Having fans supporting you is the best."
"Popularity".
Los nodded to himself. The Seven were less a team of heroes and more a top idol group that combined strength, fame, and status.
"Heroic achievements, promotional speeches, and attendance at events can all effectively enhance brand awareness."
Queen Maeve hesitated for a moment before adding, "And then there are the romantic rumors among the heroes."
Los couldn't help but look at Queen Maeve, the woman who had once been rumored to be in a romantic relationship with Homelander and whose popularity ranked among the top three of the seven.
However, recently the two seem to be showing signs of breaking up and severing ties.
Queen Maeve, holding her wine glass, suddenly seemed lost in thought, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the ballroom of the upscale bar.
Los glanced at her; she was a very beautiful white woman.
correct.
He suddenly remembered that this woman seemed to be a lesbian.
No wonder, all those previous rumors about her relationship with Homelander were just an act to boost her fame.
and many more!
A casual glance from the corner of his eye, coupled with his awakened super vision, allowed Los to see a high-rise rooftop across the street outside the bar.
Under a bright moon.
An American flag cape swayed in the night breeze, and a male figure stood atop the railing, looking down at the two people inside the bar, as if listening to their private conversation.
Those are people from the motherland!
Los remained calm and pretended not to see anything, shifting his gaze away.
Was the other party targeting him?
Los felt that it didn't seem like that; the task Homelander had given him—following the locomotive—was more like a test for his entry into the job.
As for tonight, Homelander seems more like he's here for Queen Maeve.
Los looked at Queen Maeve.
At this moment, Queen Maeve seemed to recall something unpleasant. Her eyes, slightly glazed as she drank, prompted:
"Loss, you'd better not get too close to Homelander."
That's a bad thing!
Los's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't bring himself to remind Queen Maeve in front of Homelander.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "Why? Miss Maeve, what is your opinion of Mr. John?"
Queen Maeve commented: "Arrogant, aloof, and dictatorial, serving him is like walking on thin ice; no one can get close to his heart."
Very well, Ms. Maeve, you have found a way to die.
Los sighed inwardly, but he knew that Queen Maeve had given him this advice tonight specifically for the sake of the newcomer.
On the plane, Queen Maeve indirectly saved his life.
Since that's the case, Los has no choice but to find a way to salvage the situation.
"You're wrong, Miss Maeve."
Ross took a sip of his drink and said seriously, "I think Mr. John is very pitiful."
"shut up!"
Queen Maeve suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had just sobered up, and quickly looked around in a panic.
She couldn't hide her terror and whispered, "Do you know what you're saying? If this gets back to the ears of our own people..."
Los said seriously, "I know that even if Mr. John were here, I would say the same thing."
"Mr. John is born with absolute power. Ordinary people, and even superhumans, all revere him and treat him as an anomaly. Isn't that pathetic?"
Los sighed and said earnestly, "If Mr. John doesn't want to be seen as an outcast or a monster, then he has no choice but to become a god! He has no other option!"
He clenched his fist and swung it forcefully. "Regardless of what others think. As members of the Super Seven, and Mr. John's partners, if Mr. John wants to become a monster, then we must become monsters too. If he wants to become a god, then we should follow him!"
"After all, Homelander and Mr. John are not at fault. If anyone is at fault, it is the world, not him!"
Los's words were serious and forceful, leaving Queen Maeve stunned and speechless for a long time.
Outside the bar.
Under the hazy moonlight of the night sky.
A man draped in a national flag cape stood alone on the rooftop of a 100-meter-high building, his fist, which had been clenched tightly because of Queen Maeve's comments, slowly relaxed.
He looked down at the bustling, vibrant metropolis, a place where he felt trapped and unable to truly belong, and fell into a long silence, only a few tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
It turns out, there are people in this world who understand him.