Homelander: New Legacy

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Roger now deeply understood the saying, "Strike a snake and fail to kill it, and it will strike back."

Determined to act decisively, he rallied all the forces he could muster to completely crush Vought International, eliminating them once and for all.

But to Roger's surprise, as soon as the Super League arrived, A-Train was abruptly killed by a sniper shot to the head from a distance.

Roger's face showed shock at the scene, and the other Super League members were left stunned and unsure of what to do.

"What's going on!?" Roger shouted, questioning Maeve and the others.

Maeve, who had pulled Kimiko behind the cover of a building after noticing the sniper, yelled back:

"Something's wrong! It feels like we can't use our powers!!"

"Is it a superpower suppression device?" Roger asked.

"Not quite! But it feels similar! We've been set up, Roger!"

Hearing this, Roger quickly pieced it together. What he saw as an opportunity to eradicate Vought International was, in their eyes, a carefully laid trap for him and the heroes he'd gathered.

Vought had found a way to temporarily neutralize superhuman abilities. Even if only for a short time, the numbers game worked in their favor—they could potentially annihilate all the heroes Roger had brought along.

"Playing these games with me…"

The allies he called had not only become liabilities but had also led to the death of a Super League member, leaving Roger in a foul mood.

Rising into the air, his scarlet heat vision shot out from his eyes, piercing through the ground and the hidden underground Vought facility below.

However, even after obliterating the underground base, Maeve and the others had not regained their abilities.

Even Roger himself felt his powers gradually weakening. Were it not for the countless enhancements from his previous world travels, he doubted he'd even be able to remain airborne or use his heat vision now.

"What is this thing…"

The persistent weakening made it clear that whatever was suppressing their powers wasn't simply a piece of equipment.

It was something else entirely.

Descending from the sky, Roger faced a group of Vought personnel who had fled the underground facility. Despite their apparent lack of fear or hesitation, they raised their firearms and opened fire on him.

Their blank faces and robotic actions indicated that, like Starlight, these people had likely been brainwashed by Vought's telepaths.

Although Roger realized they were likely victims themselves, he had no intention of sparing them. Pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger meant accepting the consequences—Roger's retaliation.

After all, it was self-defense.

Just as Roger prepared to act, a familiar voice interrupted him:

"Homelander! No, wait, I should call you Superman now?"

Roger looked up to see Edgar, the CEO of Vought, standing calmly at a distance, flanked by two burly, masked men.

Boom!

The moment Roger saw Edgar, he vanished from his original spot, reappearing right in front of the man in an instant. His right hand shot forward to grab Edgar.

But before he could touch Edgar, the two masked men flanking him reacted simultaneously. One raised an arm to block Roger's attack, while the other kicked him in the stomach.

Bang!!

The kick connected, forcing Roger to take several steps back!

Frowning, Roger clenched his fist and looked at the two burly men beside Edgar.

"A power that weakens others' abilities?"

"Impressive. You figured it out so quickly."

Edgar clapped his hands in mock admiration.

It wasn't difficult for Roger to deduce. The moment the man on Edgar's left blocked his punch, Roger felt his strength significantly diminish.

Without this weakening effect, no amount of force from the man on Edgar's right could have made Roger retreat.

"I should commend you," Roger said, his tone cold. "Despite being a global fugitive, you still managed to find the resources to develop something like this."

"Superman, Vought's resources run far deeper than you can imagine. Even though we can no longer operate openly, we still control numerous hidden assets."

"What are you, Hydra now…?"

Roger muttered sarcastically.

Edgar paused, unfamiliar with the reference. But his sharp mind quickly inferred its meaning.

"A mythical creature that grows two heads for every one that's cut off? Yes, that's an apt description. We are Hydra."

"…"

Roger no longer had the energy to quip. Instead, he focused on the two men standing beside Edgar.

"So, these two are your trump cards? One can neutralize powers—what about the other?"

"Number Two, take off your mask."

Edgar ignored Roger's question and instructed one of the men to remove his mask.

The man, addressed as Number Two, obeyed. The moment Roger saw his face, a chilling fury emanated from him, his killing intent unmistakable.

"A clone…"

Roger growled, his voice cold and heavy.

Edgar's tone remained calm as he explained,

"Long ago, when we first learned of your existence, we began experiments to clone you. Progress was slow, and the costs were astronomical, so we eventually shelved the project.

"But as Vought fell into its current predicament, we realized that the only way to fight you… was with you. So, we revived the cloning program. Number Two here is our most successful creation to date. Are you satisfied?"

"You think a cheap knockoff can defeat me?"

Roger's voice was calm, but his glowing, crimson eyes betrayed his anger.

Edgar shook his head.

"I used to think so, but it's clear now—no.

"Even with your powers suppressed, even with Number One by my side, you remain the strongest superhuman in existence. I even suspect your abilities no longer have any connection to Compound V."

Edgar glanced at the other supers hiding in the distance, their abilities nullified.

Those who had gained powers through Compound V were now no different from ordinary humans in the presence of Number One. In fact, without their abilities, they were weaker than regular humans.

But Roger was different.

Not only could he still use his powers freely, but they hadn't diminished much at all.

Even a God cast down from the Heaven remained a God—something mere mortals could not contend with.

Understanding this, Edgar addressed Roger seriously:

"Superman, let's call a truce. Let's negotiate. In this world, there are no eternal enemies. With the right terms, even you and I can work together."

At last, Edgar revealed his true intent—to end the conflict between Roger and Vought International through negotiation.

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