Killing Us to Silence Us

Lin Mo felt conflicted. It seemed that Becca's matter might not be related to Joanna.

Of course, this reaction alone is not enough to definitively conclude the matter.

Maybe this old guy is just putting on an act.

But this made him even more concerned about the other possibility.

It's that the Deep creature.

Could I have actually given myself a surprise?

Lin Mo thought to himself, then looked away from Butcher's face.

He then glanced at the three people standing in the room, and then at the still-operating equipment behind them, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"How many?"

He spoke, and asked.

"It's late at night."

What are you doing here?

Upon hearing this question, Butcher's mind immediately began to race.

what to do?

There's no way you can escape by running.

As for having that thought, there's no need to even let it linger in your mind.

He shifted his gaze slightly and noticed the Mother's Milk standing there, its expression quite unpleasant.

Frenchie wasn't in much better shape either; clearly, neither of them had any particularly good solutions at the moment.

It's better to rely on yourself than on them.

Butcher's fingers twitched slightly as he suddenly remembered that he still had the FBI badge on him; it had been somewhat effective when he used it to talk to Hughie.

Although Hughie ultimately didn't agree to work for him, at least initially, the other party was indeed intimidated by that identity for a while.

Can we use it now?

They said that the three of them were there to conduct an investigation, and that a formal investigation would involve identification and other personnel.

So, shouldn't these two at least give it a second thought?

However, as soon as the thought popped into his head, Butcher suppressed it.

No, saying it that way seems to make things more complicated.

They were inside Vought's hospital, investigating Vought's secrets.

If you really want to present yourself as someone who's officially here to investigate a case, then you need to do so.

Wouldn't that be directly telling them that your company is being monitored?

What might have been a simple matter of kicking them out would have been done in the first place.

We might end up keeping them here permanently, and then killing them to silence them.

As for the identification documents, Butcher himself wasn't sure if they would have any effect on Lin Mo and Joanna.

He looked at Lin Mo at the door. The other man still didn't urge him and even waited patiently for him to speak.

Butcher suddenly felt a little irritated.

Making up a reason isn't difficult.

But in this place, at this time, and considering what they were just doing, how many reasons could sound plausible?

Are you here for a medical checkup? Or to visit a friend?

Or would you like to visit and see Vought's advanced baby care equipment?

Even he himself felt it was somewhat insulting to say it out loud.

"Fine, "Butcher smirked. "Since there's no way around it, I might as well just say it."

"We're here to investigate Vought's criminal activities."

As the sound fell on the Mother's Milk beside him, Frenchie's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

No, brother.

That's it? No build-up at all?

They had seen Butcher remain silent for a while and assumed he was thinking of some way to fool people.

After thinking for a long time, this is the only sentence I could come up with?

Looking at Butcher, the Mother's Milk was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.

He knew that going out with this bastard would inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later.

Frenchie glanced silently at the doorway, then at the room behind him, and finally stood still obediently.

Now that we've already come this far, adding that they were just passing by probably wouldn't make anyone believe us.

Lin Mo was slightly surprised. He thought Butcher would at least make something up, but he didn't expect the guy to be so direct.

But considering the other person's personality, it doesn't seem so strange.

"Oh?"

Lin Mo looked at him.

"So tell me, what have you discovered?"

Butcher's eyes flickered slightly.

This reaction... not taking direct action, but actually being willing to listen to him, is at least a good sign.

He dared to speak like that not because he was completely oblivious to the consequences.

Before coming, he had done some research on Lin Mo and Joanna.

Especially Lin Mo, compared to those Superhero who completely change their persona in private.

This Superman, at least based on the clues he could find and the things he investigated.

She does have a pretty good temper.

While Joanna is difficult to approach, she is often more concerned with what Lin Mo is doing, so we can ignore her for now.

As for the company's business and management matters, in Butcher's view, neither of them seemed to care much.

This is merely a judgment he made based on available information.

Whether it's accurate or not, we can only gamble now. If they don't care that much, they'll keep Vought's secret.

If you speak more directly, you might still have a chance.

At worst, they might ask you to sign some kind of agreement to keep you quiet, and at least get the person out alive.

We'll see what happens next after we get out.

With that in mind, Butcher stopped beating around the bush.

"You want to hear it?"

"There are quite a few."

He looked at Lin Mo, then slowly began to speak.

"Someone had their spine broken by so-called heroes during the rescue."

"Tek Knight."

"You should have heard of this name; he's the one who brought people back from danger."

"And then what? He might have to use a wheelchair from now on."

At this point, Butcher's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.

"Heroes have their own news."

"As for the woman in the wheelchair, she should be grateful that she was saved."

The Mother's Milk stood by without saying a word.

At this point, trying to stop Butcher was clearly pointless.

Butcher continued speaking.

"And then there are the ordinary people affected, whether they are injured or dead; after the incident, the first people they often see are Vought's lawyers."

"One settlement, one confidentiality agreement, and that's it."

"Heroes can continue making movies and doing commercials, while victims are better off keeping their mouths shut forever."

As he spoke, he glanced to the side.

"Like those ' Translucent,' their shameful hobbies."

"And what those heroes said and did in private."

"You don't really think that nothing else will be left behind just because the camera didn't capture it, do you?"

Lin Mo did not interrupt him.

Butcher then put it more directly.

"Robin is at least alive. You saved her, and I don't deny that."

But what about the others?

"Not everyone gets to meet a Superman willing to save them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's gaze shifted slightly.

Okay, she even gave him a subtle compliment.

However, he remained silent.

Butcher glanced at him, then raised his hand and pointed to the still-operating equipment nearby.

"Not to mention, this is still available now."

"Compound V."

"You inject babies with this stuff to turn them into Supe. Then you tell outsiders it's a gift, a miracle, God's choice."

By this point, he no longer bothered to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

"It's a good story, but I don't know how many people will be willing to buy into it, or even those who worship heroes like gods."

"What will their expression be when they find out their god came from a medicine bottle?"