Caught you

Frenchie looked at the medicines and said in a low voice.

"The photos and records are all kept."

"Medicine is also necessary."

The Mother's Milk nodded.

"First, we need to figure out what this is."

Butcher, however, had already thought a little further ahead.

"I still know people in the CIA."

He looked at the medicines labeled with their names, and his eyes held something he hadn't seen in days.

"Take him out."

"Give these things to them; they'll be interested."

As for...

Whether the other party will take on this hot potato, and what they will do afterward, are all questions for later.

Moreover, given their relationship with Butcher, they even secured an opportunity.

With the help of the CIA, they might actually be able to pull Vought out from under that pretty facade.

Frenchie wasted no more time and quickly obtained several samples of Compound V.

The Mother's Milk also organized the relevant documents that she could take with her, and for the moment, the two of them couldn't care less about their unpleasantness.

After all, the matter at hand is obviously more important.

Butcher stood to the side, watching the children still lying in bed.

In their hearts, they think of those Supe who are usually high and mighty.

Suddenly, a hint of disdain crept in—the so-called innate extraordinary talent, the so-called surpassing ordinary people.

After all that, they were nothing more than experimental subjects created by Vought using drugs—a bunch of packaged experimental subjects.

Then, after putting on beautiful clothes and standing in front of the camera, I really felt like I was something extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Butcher reached out and took out his wallet.

Upon opening it, a group photo appeared before his eyes.

In the photo, he and Becca are standing together, both with smiles on their faces.

As Butcher looked at the photo, the slight sarcasm on his face slowly faded, and he gently ran his fingers along the edge of the photo.

"I will definitely avenge you."

He spoke in a low voice, so softly that even the other two people who were busy packing their things didn't hear him clearly.

However, some people heard it clearly.

Outside the hospital, Lin Mo hovered in mid-air, his eyes flickering slightly.

As expected, Becca.

This guy still has this on his mind, but who exactly is he looking to take revenge on?

Lin Mo looked at the bearded man inside.

The Deep came to mind again.

No way.

Did that guy really do something he shouldn't have?

Unfortunately, based on what we have now, we still can't be sure; Ashley knows far too little.

Butcher himself simply said one thing while looking at the photo.

To figure this out, we need to meet and talk.

Beside him, Joanna followed his gaze and watched for a while as well.

"Do you know them?"

"One of them."

Lin Mo explained, "I contacted Hughie before."

"I showed him dirt on the company and some heroes."

Joanna thought about it and remembered this matter as well.

"Is that him?"

"It should be correct."

Lin Mo smiled.

He had been thinking about when he could find some time to talk to this guy.

Unexpectedly, before I even arrived, the other party had already come here.

It came so easily; since we're already here, let's chat.

And this guy was pretty quick; even though Hughie wasn't pulled over, he still managed to find someone else.

They even managed to get their hands on Compound V.

All I can say is that Butcher is indeed quite capable; he's just a little unlucky.

If they had chosen a different time or a different hospital, they might have been able to sneak the items out, but he just happened to see them.

"Shall we go down and take a look?"

Lin Mo turned his head and asked.

Joanna didn't have any objections; she had already spent the whole day playing with her.

She was in a fairly good mood, especially since Lin Mo only said he was going to take a look, not that he was planning to go back into the lab.

Let's go.

She squeezed Lin Mo's hand, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Frenchie had almost finished packing up inside the hospital, and had also hidden the samples he had collected.

Butcher closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket.

Let's go.

"Let's get out of here first."

With the investigation having progressed this far, there's clearly no need to stay any longer.

Their harvest today has been substantial enough. Now, all they need to do is get these items out safely and find a way to deliver them to people who can use them.

Vought might actually be in some trouble.

Thinking about this Butcher feel a little better.

Just as he was about to follow them out, he noticed that the two people in front of him had stopped moving.

The Mother's Milk was placed near the door, while Frenchie stood beside him.

The two of them seemed to be stopped by something at the same time, and neither of them went any further.

"What's wrong?"

Butcher frowned. Receiving no answer, he looked up and followed their gaze.

The slight relief on his face vanished the next second.

Two figures had appeared at the doorway sometime earlier.

One man and one woman.

The man was dressed in a black combat suit, with a silver S-shield emblem on his chest that stood out prominently under the hospital ceiling lights. A black cape hung quietly behind him.

As for the woman standing next to him, she was a different person to Butcher and his companions.

She is also a familiar face; in fact, it would be hard to find many people in all of New York who don't know her.

Homelander and Superman are two characters who frequently appear on television, in commercials, and in various promotional materials.

They were standing right in front of them, blocking their doorway.

Frenchie's throat bobbed.

He was just thinking about where to start researching these things when he got back.

Now, that question seems less important; what matters more is whether they can even make it back alive.

The Mother's Milk's complexion was also not good. He didn't touch anything on his body or make any unnecessary movements.

This distance, facing these two people.

Firearms and other such items, which might be useful in normal times, are only going to make the situation more awkward if brought out now.

Butcher understood this as well, so he only moved his hand slightly before stopping again, and his expression gradually darkened.

This is troublesome.

And it's a huge problem.

He had considered the possibility of encountering security if he sneaked in.

I had considered that if my whereabouts were exposed, I would have to find another way to leave quickly, but Homelander and Superman were standing right at the door.

This was clearly not part of his original plan, and it was the only thing that left him with a sliver of hope.

Those were the samples; they had been hidden beforehand.

As for whether hiding it would actually be useful, Butcher looked at the two people at the door and wasn't really sure.

Especially since Lin Mo was looking at him, his gaze lacked the expected anger and eagerness to immediately seize the intruder; instead, it seemed as if he were observing something.

This made Butcher even more uncomfortable; he hated the feeling of being looked down upon and scrutinized.

Lin Mo was indeed observing him, or more precisely, observing Butcher's reaction after seeing Joanna.

However, there was only vigilance and wariness, along with some obvious hostility.

All of these were true, but one thing was different from what he had originally envisioned.

When Butcher looked at Joanna, he didn't seem to harbor any particularly strong resentment.

At least it didn't have that feeling from his original work, where he suddenly saw the enemy he most wanted to kill.

More than anything, it was a precaution against a powerful Supe.