"Don't say it like that. It makes me sound like the big villain in a movie and you guys the little minions under me. Of course, considering your miraculous ability to fuck up anything, that possibility isn't zero. But I prefer to think of myself as a good guy. Anyway, back to business. I called to tell you some good news."
"Good news? You mean the White House decided to press the nuclear button on Vought and boom, flatten the whole place?"
Butcher joked.
"If Manhattan ever gets occupied by a supe army, I think the President will consider it."
On the other end Mallory opened the file on Victoria in front of her and looked at the information.
"The White House has decided to form a new department specifically responsible for superhuman crime and punishment. You can call it the Office of Superhuman Affairs, or FBSA."
"Oh my God, the President finally did something he's supposed to do. I thought his daily life was: wake up, go to work, open email, check email, close email, travel abroad, and sleep. Actually before I got labeled a wanted criminal I considered running for president myself so I could live that god-like life."
Butcher talked with a cigarette in his mouth. "Believe me, this decision will be a thick stroke of color in his political career. At least in my heart his status is already no less than Franklin on the hundred-dollar bill. Maybe when he has a big brain fart later I'll miss him."
"Susan was right. Bastards like you should be dragged out and shot." For a social unstable element like Butcher, Mallory countered without hesitation.
"Is that so? If she had listened to my advice back then and directly sued Vought and Homelander, she wouldn't have died so worthless like now." Butcher's eyes narrowed as he recalled the scene.
Susan's head exploded right in front of him, exactly the same as the scene at the hearing a while ago. He didn't believe this was a coincidence. The killer must have been someone from Vought.
"If she knew your evaluation of her she would definitely be sad." Mallory shook her head.
"Fine. Take back what I just said. Hope she's doing well in heaven."
Butcher opened the car window and tossed the burned-out cigarette butt outside.
"By the way, Homelander's son Ryan will probably be charged with manslaughter. Combined with your confession video and the fact that he's only ten, the sentence might be very light. You'd better be prepared."
Honestly Mallory didn't understand Butcher's behavior either, but considering the man's ability to fuck everything up, she just accepted it calmly.
"Looks like the U.S. government has once again bowed to evil billionaires." Butcher's voice was full of sarcasm.
"Politics is a game of mutual compromise. You'll understand. But you're not getting zero benefits either. Later I'll use some operational methods to clean your records. Of course that doesn't include you. With your current fame you're already no less than any of the Seven under Vought. You're a genuine super-villain."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
After the call ended, Butcher leaned back in the seat, hesitating whether to announce this good news to Hughie and the others.
From Mallory's words it wasn't hard to tell the government planned to use more authoritative methods to strike at Vought and try to cut down Vought's social influence.
Have to say, it was a good idea. Provided they didn't let Vought's moles slip into the FBSA.
After a round of mental complaints, Butcher prepared to drive away.
The look Greevs gave him earlier felt very bad, so he decided to rest for a day and announce the good news to Hughie and the others.
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In the following month, the original tasks in the hands of The Boys almost completely stopped.
Hughie and the others successfully got cleaned up under Mallory's operations. When they learned they could leave the basement and return to human society they were ecstatic.
Mother's Milk, the moment he heard the news, received a call from his wife.
Listening to his wife and daughter's voices on the phone, the nearly 1.9-meter-tall man couldn't help his eyes turning red.
After repeated thought he decided to submit a request to leave the team to Butcher.
"I need to give my daughter a complete family. Sorry."
"Please say hello to your wife and cute daughter for me. The Boys welcome you back anytime." Hughie, beaming, warmly hugged Mother's Milk.
Butcher to the side silently smoked a cigarette without a word.
Soon Frenchie brought Kimiko in front of Butcher.
Seeing him hesitate as if wanting to say something, Butcher immediately understood Frenchie's meaning. "What are you planning to do?"
"Travel around the world, enjoy life." Frenchie didn't want to make the atmosphere too heavy and deliberately smiled. "Don't worry, we're different from MM. When I gamble everything away in Las Vegas someday, I'll come back."
"Then I can only pray you become a penniless beggar as soon as possible."
Apart from Mother's Milk, Frenchie and Kimiko, the current Boys only had Captain Butcher, Hughie and Starlight left.
Among them Hughie received an invitation from the FBSA and became a member. His superior was Victoria, that is Congresswoman Neuman.
Victoria provided the funds and secretly assembled a team to monitor superhumans.
So Hughie was not only responsible for arresting problematic superhumans, he also served as the liaison between the FBSA and The Boys.
During this period he was busier than ever, but because he held real power and could openly and righteously arrest superhumans, it could be said he was busy and happy at the same time.
"Don't always wear that bitter face. You know what? The moment I sat in that office it felt like my entire being was elevated. Who would have thought that a former counter clerk would transform into a government employee? The instant I signed the contract I almost cried."
Hughie sat on the sofa at home, looking extremely pleased with himself, his brows full of ease.
"Honorable government employee, would you like some dessert after the meal?"
Becca carried a plate of homemade cookies from the kitchen into the living room.
"I'm honored, Ms. Becca."
After Ryan was released he was immediately picked up by a Vought special car and is currently settled in a secret safe house belonging to Vought Group.
Although Becca can't see him, after learning he is safe and sound she put her mind at ease.
Seeing Hughie's smug look, Butcher couldn't help a cold laugh. "I seem to see a monkey showing off the banana in its hand right in front of me."
"Oh, I must warn you, Mr. Butcher, that sentence of yours just now completely qualifies as racial discrimination. You should be glad I'm not Black, otherwise I would have the right to sue you."
Hughie picked up a cookie from the coffee table, chewed while pressing the TV remote.
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Um... hey guys, I graduated high school, and I'm a big boy now! Now help me choose my future path, ok?
So I wanna study law, and I also wanna study Psychology. What should I choose?
My somewhat childish goal is to have a YouTube channel where I can react to major news or trending topics, share my opinions, and all. Having a degree will help me build my public credentials. I have other aspirations as well, but that's pretty much what I wanna do in layman's terms.
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