Even The Toughest Man On The Outside Is Warm And Soft On The Inside

Butcher and Hughie moved The Invisible Man to a secret room in an abandoned factory, stuffing him into a prepared iron cage.

To prevent the chip inside The Invisible Man from being tracked, Hughie was tasked with buying shielded aluminum foil, while Frenchie and Butcher busied themselves with electrifying the cage.

"You're all going to die. You'd better let me go quickly!"

Even while confined in the electrified iron cage, The Invisible Man remained arrogant. "Otherwise, when Homelander gets here, he'll slaughter every last one of you!"

"Oh, you heard that? He said Homelander will slaughter us."

Alvin pulled out his phone, opened the camera app, and pointed it at the man in the cage. "Oh my god, this is terrifying. If Homelander finds out we kidnapped one of The Seven, he'll definitely use his heat vision to slice us into a pile of meat scraps!"

"What's your idea, Frenchie?"

Butcher didn't say a word. He poked the cage with an electric baton and turned to look at Frenchie.

The Invisible Man convulsed from the electric shock but continued to curse and threaten.

"My idea is to shove you, you son of a bitch, back into your mother's womb!"

Frenchie spat out curses impatiently, then lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke. "He can rearrange the carbon elements in his skin, making it as hard as diamond. It's difficult to kill him with conventional methods."

This was precisely the basis of The Invisible Man's arrogance. Although captured, his skin was as hard as diamond, and these few people couldn't possibly kill him.

He had been tortured with waterboarding 183 times in the Middle East, for a full six months, before he finally spoke once.

But did these people have six months?

No, they didn't even have six hours. He had been out of contact for twenty-four hours, and Vought International would discover it soon.

Homelander would find this place before long and kill all these damn bastards!

"The one who's trapped isn't me, it should be you," The Invisible Man laughed even more arrogantly. "If you don't want to die, you'd better let me go now."

Butcher and Frenchie genuinely couldn't think of a way to kill The Invisible Man in a short time, and fell into silence.

"I actually have a way."

Alvin didn't want to waste time. Leaning against the doorframe, he said, "No matter how hard a man's exterior is, his rectum is warm and soft, isn't it?"

Hughie, who had returned with the shielded aluminum foil, looked bewildered at this statement.

Butcher and Frenchie, however, showed ambiguous smiles. "He's right. Even if his skin is as hard as diamond, his rectum and internal organs must be soft!"

The Invisible Man in the cage finally stopped being arrogant. The situation took a sharp turn. "No, no, no, what do you want? Money? I can give you a lot of money. Let me go, I swear I won't bother you. As for the listening device, I promise I won't say anything!"

But unfortunately, his promise was like trash in a toilet to Butcher. "Get a good night's sleep!"

Without another word, he grabbed the electric baton and gave The Invisible Man a session of electrotherapy.

"Frenchie, prepare a surprise for this bastard," Butcher said.

"No problem, I'm good at that."

Frenchie agreed and picked up his bag, leaving directly. He needed to buy some raw materials.

"Wait, wait. Aren't you going to interrogate him?" Hughie, who had just caught up, asked in terror. "You're going to kill him? He's a national treasure, one of The Seven!"

"Sometimes, I really wonder if you have any brains at all."

Butcher sneered. "This guy has already seen our faces. Do you really think he'll let us go? Or are you planning to wait for Homelander to find us and turn us into roasted chickens with his heat vision?"

"But..."

Hughie's mind was in a daze.

He had originally just wanted revenge on Locomotive, but how had things gotten so out of hand?

"I don't have time to explain right now. If you don't want to die, keep an eye on that bastard," Butcher handed the electric baton to Hughie and glanced at Alvin, signaling for him to talk outside.

Outside, Butcher's mind was filled with his wife, Rebecca, and he said impatiently, "Now, we can talk about your deal."

"Of course, Mr. Butcher," Alvin said, like a shrewd and calculating merchant. "I'll give you a piece of information, and you'll get me what I want. In return, I'll tell you the whereabouts of Ms. Rebecca Butcher. It's that simple, and mutually beneficial, isn't it?"

"Why should I believe you?" Butcher asked, his face cold, showing strong distrust.

"Your wife attended a Vought company party eight years ago and was taken into a room by Homelander," Alvin said, his smile undiminished, speaking slowly. "Three hours later, Rebecca Butcher left the room, but disappeared afterward, officially declared dead. Am I correct?"

Butcher's chest heaved violently, his eyes seemed to spew fire, but he still held back. "The CIA knows all this. It can't be used as evidence."

"Then, let me put it another way."

Alvin looked at Butcher with a half-smile, his tone slightly playful. "After your wife was raped by Homelander, she gave birth to a child, and Vought International secretly hid them. This information should be enough to earn your trust, right?"

BOOM!

It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through Butcher's mind.

He was cuckolded?!

And his wife had a child with Homelander!

"No, impossible, this is impossible!" Butcher's blood surged, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared hoarsely, "You must be lying to me! This is absolutely impossible!"

"That child is very special, born with superpowers, inheriting Homelander's genes,"

Alvin didn't care if he could handle it and continued, "So, Vought International values them highly, even hiding Rebecca and that child in a secret facility, keeping it from Homelander."

"Being born with superpowers is special?" Despite Butcher's anger, he still keenly caught the keywords.

"This is what I need you to help me get."

Alvin's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "Compound V. Vought International secretly injects this drug into infants, thereby creating natural superhumans."

"Whether it's Homelander or The Invisible Man."

He stared intently at the bewildered Butcher and said word by word, "What gives them superpowers isn't God, but Compound V."

Butcher felt a deafening boom, his mind going blank.

Superpowers. Derived from a drug?!

"No wonder, no wonder Vought International can control so many superhumans!"

Butcher finally understood all the fragmented clues from before, including the reason for his wife's disappearance and why she was hidden by Vought!

That child inherited Homelander's genes and is a true, natural superhuman who hasn't been injected with the drug!

"As long as I get the Compound V, you'll tell me my wife's whereabouts, right?"

Butcher already believed the other party, because the matter of Compound V could easily be verified.

"That's right, this is our 'deal'."

Alvin handed over a slip of paper: "There are clues on it. I imagine with your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to obtain, right?"

"Claw Woman?" A name and a phone number were written on the slip. Butcher's brow furrowed deeply. "You mean she has Compound V?"

"I'm not sure, but the possibility is high."

Alvin said with a smile, "She has a good relationship with Locomotive, I mean, a very close relationship."

Butcher clenched the slip in his hand and stared intently at Alvin's delicate face, saying sinisterly, "Fine, I agree. But if I find out you dare to lie to me, I swear I will use every means possible to make you feel what despair is!"

"Mr. Butcher, you can always trust me."

Alvin's expression turned serious for a moment, and he said righteously, "As a businessman, I have my own pride!"

Then, he silently added in his heart: The premise is. Scum are an exception!