"There is never a shortage of scum that shouldn't exist in this World.
And in the future, we will have no shortage of enemies, so let's use them for experiments," Ron sneered.
Although he eliminated the utterly evil Stryker, it didn't mean he was a morally upright superhero.
Killing Stryker was purely because Stryker hindered his plans.
Emma called in the secretly trained personnel to take over the laboratory.
When everything was done.
"Ron, the most prioritized items Stryker and his special squad took were a batch of meteorites. We found out they are the raw material for the alloy skeleton of that biological weapon."
"Its properties are extremely powerful."
In Stryker's original office, Raven handed Ron a dark, fist-sized meteorite, and Emma placed a report on the table.
According to the laboratory personnel, that alloy, named Adamantium, is the hardest thing on Earth; if used to make weapons, it would be unstoppable.
If used to make armor, nothing could break it except for an equal amount of Adamantium.
Ron took the heavy meteorite, played with it twice, then placed it on the table and glanced at the report.
"Adamantium, formed by mixing extraterrestrial meteorite components in a certain proportion into carbon alloy, is an indestructible and the hardest known metal on Earth.
Once refined and cooled at over 1500 degrees Celsius, its shape will not change in the slightest, and even at temperatures of 500,000 degrees, there will be no sign of melting."
"If there's enough, it can withstand a nuclear bomb blast."
"It's very good."
After reading the report, he ordered, wanting to try if an Adamantium blade could deal with Homelander.
"Forge an Adamantium blade; I'll take it with me when I leave."
"Alright."
Raven left to give the order.
Ron's eyes flickered, and he pondered inwardly.
The center of a kiloton nuclear explosion can reach hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius. Although it lasts for a short time, it can almost vaporize and destroy everything.
But if there's enough Adamantium, it can resist a nuclear explosion.
Can its hardness compare to Homelander's body?
Homelander's greatest strength is perhaps his defense; no weapon on Earth, including nuclear bombs, can injure him.
In common perception, how can a fragile human body compare to steel and metal? But this perception does not include superhumans.
The hardest metal does not mean it can surpass the powerful flesh of a superhuman—like Superman.
Homelander may have gaps in other areas compared to Superman, but his physical defense might not be much different.
"Better than nothing, I can give it a try."
He finally thought, looking at Emma, and opened his mouth to say something.
"Ron, I've found the person you're looking for."
Emma, without waiting for him to ask, had already guessed his question and smiled, handing him a piece of paper.
"Their family moved immediately after that incident five months ago.
So it took a bit more time."
...
In a pleasant small town in the countryside near Philadelphia.
The door was knocked.
The latched door was opened a crack by Mrs. Maximoff, who looked to be in her thirties, her eyes hiding vigilance as she peered outside.
"Who are you?"
On the town road, a low-key luxurious black car was parked.
A young man in a silver-grey suit was accompanied by a lady who looked like a secretary.
"Mrs. Maximoff, I'd like to see your son."
Ron said with a smile.
"He stole something again, didn't he?"
In the past, what she hated most was when people whose things her son had stolen came knocking, and she had to pay compensation and resolve the trouble.
But now, she desperately hoped that the two people in front of her, who were not dressed like ordinary people, were simply here to demand compensation.
"He stole a little something from our company, but he's still young."
Noticing her nervousness, Ron didn't state his identity and nodded slightly.
Originally, after Quicksilver discovered his ability, he used it recklessly and without restraint, but because no one believed him, there was no trouble.
But now the existence of Mutants has been exposed early.
"I'd like to talk to him, and this matter will be over."
"Alright then… Peter, someone's here to see you."
Mrs. Maximoff breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. She called out into the house.
"He's in the Underground Room, you can go see him yourselves."
Although they had moved, her son strongly insisted on buying a house with an Underground Room, just like before.
Ron took Emma, passed through the rooms, and arrived at the Underground Room inside the house.
A silver-haired boy, just over ten years old, was playing a game, the classic Contra, with his back to them.
"Who are you?
I didn't steal anything from you at all?"
He turned his head, appearing very precocious, and said calmly.
"I only ever steal from supermarkets and stores."
The luxury car outside was not something an ordinary supermarket owner could afford.
The current Quicksilver, still young, did not yet have the restless, rebellious teenage demeanor he would later develop; his personality seemed a bit sullen, playing games alone.
"I was once a friend of your father's."
Ron sat down on the sofa in the Underground Room and said with a smile.
They had faced strong enemies together and saved the World. Although they later went their separate ways, they could indeed be called friends.
"You know my dad?"
Dropping the game console, Quicksilver turned his head in surprise, his eyes showing both delight and suspicion.
"Really?
Don't try to fool me like a child."
"We faced strong enemies together."
Looking at the young Quicksilver in front of him, Ron said.
"Do you want to know his name?"
"Of course."
Quicksilver seemed a bit downcast: "Everyone has a mom and a dad.
But I only have a mom, no dad."
Unlike even divorced families, he didn't even know what his dad's name was or what he looked like. His mother never talked about these things and never allowed him to ask.
"I can tell you your dad's identity."
"Really?"
"However, you have to tell me first, how fast can your current ability be?"
Ron asked.
"You know my ability?"
The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then replied.
"I can reach twenty times the speed of sound at my fastest."
"You know what the speed of sound means?"
Emma beside him asked in surprise, "A child just over ten years old, shouldn't he still be in elementary school?"
"The World of speedsters and ordinary people is different."
Ron smiled.
Hearing this speed, he felt relieved.
Ability points: 132,000
Before coming, he had actually considered whether to choose Quicksilver's ability or Professor X's ability to try mind-controlling Homelander.
His first choice was Quicksilver's ability.
Because Professor X was too young now, his ability was not yet fully developed. To activate his ability to sense others' minds, he had to press his fingers on his temples, using the action to help him concentrate.
To mentally control others required even more concentration and could not be dispersed.
Homelander was also not an ordinary person; there were psychics in the Shadow World, but it was said that no one could affect Homelander.
Of course, Professor X was different from ordinary psychics.
"But even if I use Charles's psychic ability to temporarily control Homelander, who can help me kill him, when even a nuclear explosion can't kill him?"
It would be a one-for-one trade, and the situation would be a stalemate.
Moreover, Professor X did not have the rapid reaction ability to deal with speeds above ten times the speed of sound. He could always only make the first move; if Homelander made the first move, it would be very troublesome.
There's only the saying of being a thief for a thousand days, not defending against a thief for a thousand days.
Relatively speaking, Quicksilver's ability was a better choice.
But he had always been worried that the young Quicksilver's ability might not be strong enough yet.
However, now he could rest assured.
"Twenty times the speed of sound is enough. Quicksilver's body hasn't fully developed yet, which limits his speed, but I am different."