Transmigrated into The Boys, Starting as Soldier Boy

Maybe, beyond strength, having enough power would be even better.

Maybe the combination of strength and power was the true, unbeatable path to supremacy.

God possessed absolute strength, and absolute power.

The thought flashed through Homelander’s mind.

He told no one about it. Not even Benjamin.

One day, a powerful Supervillain suddenly appeared along the Russian border.

Intelligence indicated that the villain had first-rate Supe strength and had already destroyed several military facilities in the area. The Russian government was helpless and had no choice but to send Vought an urgent request for aid.

Incidents like this were not rare, but this enemy was clearly far more troublesome than the usual small-time trash.

Vought’s upper management quickly assessed the situation.

There were only a handful of Supes who could guarantee a win against this enemy. Soldier Boy had to hold down headquarters, and neither he nor Maeve could fly. The Deep and Black Noir II were tracking The Boys. Starlight had to stay with Soldier Boy, and she could not fly right now either. That left only one best option.

Homelander.

That afternoon, Homelander flew toward Russia.

...

And just after Homelander left the United States, in the cramped little guesthouse room not far from the Secret Community, the man who had been waiting for a full month or two finally smiled.

Butcher rose from his chair and casually set the half-empty beer can in his hand on the windowsill.

A sharp, excited glint flickered in his eyes.

Mother’s Milk and Frenchie sat in the other two corners of the room. The moment they saw Butcher’s expression, both of them stopped what they were doing.

Butcher said in a hoarse voice, "That bastard’s in the air. This is our shot."

The three of them did not waste a single minute.

They changed into the dark combat gear they had prepared long ago and checked their equipment.

Mother’s Milk slung a heavy weapons pack over his back, while Frenchie brought along his collection of precision instruments and explosive devices.

The walls around the Secret Community had never been much of an obstacle to them.

Over the past few months, they had long since figured out the security layout, which stretch of wall had camera blind spots, and the patrol guards’ shift changes down to the second.

Soon, the three of them climbed over the wall and reached the wooden cabin.

The door was locked, but that was nothing Frenchie could not handle.

He worked a thin tool around inside the keyhole for less than ten seconds, and the lock clicked open.

Butcher pushed the door open and strode inside.

A dim yellow wall lamp glowed in the living room.

Becca was sitting on the sofa with an unfinished book in her hands.

Ryan lay on the carpet, a pile of LEGO bricks spread out in front of him as he worked on a spaceship.

At the sound of the door opening, Becca looked up. The instant she saw Butcher, her gentle wide eyes suddenly widened.

Her lips parted slightly, and her expression turned urgent and complicated.

"Butcher..."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh, trembling faintly.

"Mom, who are they?"

Ryan climbed up from the carpet and stared in confusion at the three strange men in black combat gear.

His small hand clutched a LEGO brick. His golden hair fell softly over his forehead under the light, and those blue eyes inherited from his father held no fear, only a child’s pure bewilderment.

Butcher had no time to catch up with Becca.

He stepped forward and said in a low, unquestionable voice, "Come with me. Now."

Becca’s body shook hard.

She was hesitating.

"We don’t have time, Becca," Mother’s Milk urged from the side, his tone much gentler than Butcher’s. "Homelander isn’t here right now. This is our only chance."

Ryan finally realized something was wrong.

He looked at the expression on his mother’s face, one he had never seen before, then at the three aggressive strangers in front of him. The confusion on his little face slowly turned into panic.

He dropped the LEGO brick, ran to Becca’s side, wrapped his arms around her leg, looked up, and asked urgently, "Mom, why are they taking us away? Where are we going? Where’s Dad?"

The "Dad" he meant was, of course, Homelander.

After months of spending every day together, something irreversible had taken root in the little boy’s heart. He truly saw Homelander as his father.

And now that man was gone, while a group of strangers he did not know had broken into his home.

He was still young, and he only vaguely understood the complicated mess of the adult world.

But children were always more sensitive to danger than adults.

He could tell something was wrong.

"Come on, come with me, Ryan."

Becca clenched her teeth, her trembling voice carrying a note of firmness.

She looked down at her son, who was clinging tightly to her thigh. Those blue eyes, exactly like Homelander’s, were full of confusion and fear, and it felt as if an invisible hand had seized her heart and squeezed hard.

But she had no time to be softhearted.

Butcher was right.

Homelander was not here. This was the only chance.

If she missed today, she might never escape that carefully arranged golden cage.

Becca had forgotten some of the things she had once promised Homelander.

At this moment, Becca was forcing Ryan to make a choice.

That was cruel for a child.

In the span of a few minutes, he had to choose between the mom and dad he loved most, a choice he could not possibly understand.

Ryan looked completely lost. His small hand clutched the hem of his mother’s clothes, and his lips moved for a long time without making a sound.

He did not know who he should choose.

He did not know why these strangers wanted to take him and his mom away.

And he had no idea that the blond man who sat by his bed every night until he fell asleep was, at that very moment, thousands of miles away in the skies over Russia, completely unaware of all of this.

Time ticked by, second after second, each one like a knife cutting into Becca’s heart.

Finally, hurried footsteps and the hiss of walkie-talkie static came from outside the door.

The Secret Community’s security had finally noticed something was wrong, and several armed guards in Vought uniforms rushed in with guns raised.

But Butcher was faster.

Almost the instant the guards pushed the door open, he turned and fired. Two bullets struck the first guard square in the chest.

Mother’s Milk’s heavy shotgun let out a deafening roar in the cramped living room, blasting the second guard and his gun backward.

Frenchie drew a suppressed pistol from his waist and calmly finished off the third guard trying to flank them through the side door.

In less than twenty seconds, the three security guards were lying in pools of blood. The air was filled with the sharp stink of gunpowder and blood.

The gunshots terrified Ryan into screaming, and he buried his face hard against Becca’s chest.

Becca herself was shaking with fear, but she did not scream.

She only held her son tighter, then lowered her head and looked at Ryan with tear-filled eyes, her voice hoarse and gentle.

"Baby, come with Mommy, okay? Please... Daddy hurt Mommy once... You can’t treat him like your dad..."

When Ryan heard that Homelander had hurt Becca before, he froze for a moment.

In the end, he nodded.

He did not know whether it was true or not, but he could not bear to see his mom cry.

At the same time, Vought’s command center had already received the report that security personnel from the Secret Community had been killed.

Alarms echoed through the corridors of headquarters, and the executives on duty scrambled to make call after call.

The news quickly reached Benjamin.