Old Teammates Were Still the Reliable Ones

Lin Mo thought about it and realized there was no need to find him today.

At least for now, this guy can't cause any major trouble.

Ultimately, Butcher is just an ordinary person who harbors a great deal of resentment towards Vought.

The exact reason why he hated Vought will only be clear after they meet.

However, it's clear that none of these things need to be crammed into today.

He lowered his head, looking into Joanna's eyes, which were clearly filled with expectation, and the smile on his face softened a little.

Where do you want to go?

"I'll take you out to play."

Joanna's eyes lit up immediately.

"Now?"

"Now."

"You're not looking for anyone else?"

"I'm not looking anymore."

"Not going back to the lab either?"

Hearing Joanna's blunt statement, Lin Mo found it a bit amusing and made a teasing remark.

"If you want to go back, you can."

Joanna immediately hugged his arm tightly and shook her head.

"In no mood."

"Whoever wants to go can go themselves."

As she spoke, she moved a little closer to Lin Mo, a stark contrast to her cold and indifferent demeanor in Madelyn's office earlier.

They've long since flown off somewhere.

"Then let's go out and fly around for a while."

She thought for a moment, then added another sentence.

Let's go to the beach.

Just the two of us.

Lin Mo nodded.

"OK."

"Go wherever you want."

This statement clearly pleased Joanna. A smile appeared on her lips, and her grip on Lin Mo's hand was no longer just a simple holding; she squeezed her fingers between his, making a tight clasp.

Before long, two figures flew out from the top of the Vought Tower.

As for taking the stairs, let's forget about that.

A refreshing breeze blew in her face, and below her stretched the bustling crowds of New York. Joanna turned her head to look at Lin Mo beside her.

My mood has finally completely improved.

After all this time, she's finally mine.

Early in the afternoon, elsewhere in New York.

Butcher sat at the table, staring at the screen on the computer, his brow furrowed.

Just now, Vought's official website released a follow-up video about the A-Train collision.

The message was simple: the injured person has recovered.

The A-Train issued a formal apology, and Robin, the person involved, accepted it.

As for the treatment, it was attributed to Superman Lin Mo.

Butcher hadn't paid much attention at first; he'd seen too many of these kinds of things happen— Vought would issue statements, apologize, and send people to say nice things.

But when he saw in the video that Robin actually stood up from the chair and then walked a few steps like a normal person, he was surprised.

Butcher's expression finally changed.

"What?"

He moved forward a little, stared at the screen, looked at it again, and then dragged the progress bar back.

Watch it again.

Until Robin stood up, walked around, and turned around.

Hughie, who was standing next to her, reached out to help her, but she smiled and patted his hand.

Throughout the entire process, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Even Butcher couldn't find anything particularly obvious when he looked at it at first glance.

But that's precisely what made him feel something was wrong.

Although he hadn't been to Robin's hospital room to check on her injuries, all he had seen was the video that circulated before she was put into the ambulance after the incident.

But he could still discern something from those injuries.

Based on his experience and judgment, even if the girl survives, she will likely spend the rest of her life bedridden.

Not to mention standing up and walking so quickly.

How long has it been?

Butcher stared at Robin in the image, his fingers unconsciously tapping twice on the table.

Superman, it's Superman again.

The video didn't explain the specific treatment method, only stating that with Lin Mo's help, Robin was completely out of danger.

And the recovery has been excellent.

very good?

Butcher looked at the girl who was standing in front of the camera, smiling happily and talking, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched.

This isn't just good, it's like the injury never happened at all; it's like a complete transformation.

There must be something he doesn't know.

Was the video tampered with, or did Vought really have some method to do something like this to someone?

He cannot be sure yet.

However, there is one person who definitely knows something.

That's Hughie from the video.

As Robin's boyfriend, he must know what Vought did to Robin, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared on screen.

Butcher picked up the phone next to him; it still contained his contact information.

But when he swiped to the contacts on the screen, he slowly put his finger back down.

He suddenly remembered that on the computer screen just now, Hughie was standing next to Robin, and his gaze was almost never leaving her.

You could tell how happy he was just by looking at him through the screen.

When Lin Mo was mentioned, the gratitude on this guy's face didn't seem fake, indicating that he wasn't being deceived.

Butcher leaned back in his chair, his expression not looking too good.

He had already realized back at the bar that the boy hadn't completely sided with him as he had expected.

When Lin Mo was mentioned, Hughie always maintained a degree of trust.

Now that Robin is standing safely beside him again, it seems there's no need to ask what choice this guy will make.

But in Butcher's view, Hughie had clearly made a mistake; at least he could no longer expect him to help him investigate Vought.

"All right."

Butcher said in a low voice.

Since the new ones aren't needed for the time being, let's find some of the old ones.

He picked up his phone and found two people he hadn't contacted in a long time.

Looking at the familiar names above, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion, and a slow smile crept onto his face.

Some things really do require going back to old friends.

The first person he approached was Marvin Muke.

Or, to use a more familiar term, it's Mother's Milk, which is also a term used to refer to his old work partner.

When she saw Butcher appear at her door, her expression almost immediately fell when Mother's Milk opened the door and saw him.

I said that.

Don't come looking for me again.

Butcher seemed not to hear those words, his wicked smile still on his face.

"Don't do that."

"An old friend came to visit you, and you wouldn't even let me in the door?"

The Mother's Milk stared at him, showing no intention of moving aside.

"Whenever you laugh like that, it's never anything good."

That means you've misunderstood me.

Butcher spoke, he glanced inside through the door.

The Mother's Milk took a deep breath, clearly quite familiar with this guy's thick skin.

"Speak."

What do you want me to do now?

Butcher took out his phone.

"Let me look at something first."

A few minutes later, the Mother's Milk finished watching the two videos.

One clip shows Robin being put into the ambulance, and the other is a recent rehabilitation interview with Vought.

He frowned and handed the phone back.

What are you trying to say?

Don't you think this is a bit too fast?

Butcher countered with a question.

The Mother's Milk did not respond immediately.

He had just finished watching the video and knew, of course, that the recovery was fast, but that didn't mean that Butcher had found any substantial evidence to deal with Vought.

"The girl has recovered."

"This is a good thing for her."

"Certainly."

Butcher nodded.

"I didn't say it wasn't a good thing."

"I just want to know, how exactly did they do it?"