Chapter 313 Charity Gala

"What have I done?" The soldier boy looked in disbelief at the building in front of him, which was almost half in ruins. For a moment, the pain brought by self-blame surged into his heart.

"Welcome to America, soldier boy."

The sudden voice caught the soldier boy's attention. He immediately looked in the direction of the voice, but he didn't even see a shadow.

"Hallucination, another damn hallucination." Although decades have passed, the soldier boy is sure that the police profession has never disappeared. In order to prevent himself from being caught in an endless pursuit, he is ready to leave the scene of the crime.

"Poor guy, you look like you have a serious post-traumatic stress disorder, abbreviated as PTSD, but I can understand it, after all, you have been tortured by Russia for so many years."

"Invisible? Who are you?"

The speed of the soldier boy was no less than that of his countrymen. He quickly shuttled through the crowd and soon came to thousands of meters away.

On the way, he also changed his clothes and took a hat with the Stars and Stripes printed on his head.

"It's a fucking hallucination again."

After making sure that the surroundings were temporarily safe, the soldier boy prepared to look for his former acquaintance, the former vice president of Hero Management of Vought, Legend.

"Forty years have passed, and the United States has changed a lot, and the influence of the Vought Group today is definitely beyond your imagination."

"I can see it."

The soldier boy seemed much calmer about the reappearance of the voice. He had already identified the voice as an illusion he had created. After all, with his speed, the invisible superhuman could not catch up with him at all.

"Did you see the man with a sunny smile on the billboard? His name is Homelander, a member of the Vought Group's Super Hero Seven Team, the strongest superhuman in history."

The soldier boy ignored the voice coming from beside him, but reached out to call a taxi.

However, strangely, the door on the other side of the car was slowly opened at this moment.

"Homelander... is your son. Walter collected some semen from you and injected it into a woman's body, so Homelander was born."

The soldier boy, who originally didn't care about the voice, suddenly changed his expression. As if by reflex, he looked at the seat next to him. Indistinctly, he saw the outline of a human figure, but the outline was fleeting, but the soldier boy was sure that it was not his illusion.

"Homelander is your son? Hahaha, buddy, you are not awake yet, are you?" After hearing this, the driver sitting in the driver's seat laughed out loud, as if he had heard a big joke.

"Buddy, I advise you to have a good rest. After all, the journey is still long. I will call you when we arrive."

The driver thought that the man in the back seat was either not awake, or just woke up from drinking too much, or a drug bug, but he didn't want it to be the latter. God knows what a drug bug who is high on drugs will do.

"What else do you know? Don't rush to answer, tell me when you get there."

After saying that, the soldier boy closed his eyes and mouth without saying a word.

About twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a villa.

"Hey, man, we're here, you need to pay twenty-five dollars." The driver turned his head and said to the soldier boy.

"Wait a minute."

The soldier boy reached into his pocket, but he had just changed into his clothes, not to mention twenty-five dollars, not even a coin.

Just when he felt a little embarrassed, the driver seemed to see his embarrassment.

With a snap, he took out a pistol from his waist and slapped it on the steering wheel, "Man, I'm a small business, I don't buy on credit, you don't want to eat a free meal, do you?"

"I." The soldier boy just opened his mouth, but found that there was a miraculous banknote in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was printed with Franklin's head.

"Oh man, you are such a joker. I actually thought you wanted to eat a free meal. This is definitely a big misunderstanding." The driver's face changed from anger to joy, and the transition was very natural. He put the pistol into his pocket. After taking the hundred-dollar bill, he rubbed his thumb and index finger on it. After confirming that it was real, he planned to change the money.

"No need to change."

The soldier boy pushed open the car door and walked straight to the villa.

"I wish you a happy life, sir." The driver rolled down the car window and sent his blessings with a smile.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and disappeared at the corner of the road.

"Why should I believe what you said just now? The motherland is my son. Do you have evidence?" The soldier boy didn't believe that he would have a son in his old age, nor did he want to believe the words of a sneaky and ghost-like person.

"The people who know about this are not only me, but also your former team member, Mind Storm. If you don't believe it, you can ask him in person."

With the face of Jiuduo Erfu, Xia Shang slowly walked out of the air.

"You can even ask President Walter in person, Edgar. He will never lie to you."

"I will investigate what you said." The soldier boy was very afraid of Xia Shang who suddenly appeared.

"In a week, Walter will hold a charity party. Although the protagonist is Starlight, the motherland should show up. At that time, you can go to see your son."

Xia Shang took out a card from his pocket and handed it to the soldier boy, "When the time comes, call this number and I will take you in."

Hearing this, the soldier boy actually believed that the motherland was his son, because when he saw the motherland on the poster, he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and the motherland on the poster was too similar to him back then, just as confident and powerful.

Xia Shang followed the soldier boy to a door numbered PH4, and the soldier boy reached out and knocked on the door.

A moment later.

An old man with a cigar in his mouth opened the door with a curse: "Who the hell disturbs me at this time, don't tell me that the damn takeaway was delivered to the wrong place."

Click... The moment the door was opened, the old man was stunned when he saw the soldier boy. It was not until two or three minutes later, when the cigar in his mouth was about to fall, that he said in disbelief: "Soldier... boy?! God, am I seeing things?"

"Long time no see." The soldier boy reached out to take the cigar from his mouth and put it in his own mouth.

"Do you still have my uniform from back then?"

He took a deep puff of his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke with an infatuated look in his eyes. He hadn't had this feeling for forty years.

"Of course... come in, I still have your uniform, it should still be intact."

Legend, a former executive of Walter, led the soldier boy into the house. (End of this chapter)