Finding the Missing Love

The room fell silent.

Frenchie looked at Butcher and suddenly realized that the guy seemed to have gotten a little carried away with his words.

Weren't you just trying to figure out how to get out alive? How come you're starting to sound like you're here specifically to cause trouble?

But Butcher did not continue speaking.

He was observing Lin Mo, and also Joanna standing beside him.

I wanted to glean something from their faces that would allow me to make a further judgment.

Then he discovered that Lin Mo's reaction was calmer than he had expected.

There was no denial, no anger, and no sudden change in expression because they discovered Compound V's secret.

It was as if what I had just heard was nothing more than trivial matters.

"You're right."

After a while, Lin Mo finally spoke.

"Vought has certainly done quite a few things like that."

He spoke very casually, without even offering an explanation on behalf of the company.

Butcher's heart skipped a beat; it seemed like there was a chance.

The expressions of the Mother's Milk and Frenchie beside them also relaxed a little. It seemed that the other party was not prepared to take immediate action just because they knew this.

Lin Mo continued, "However..."

"I don't really care about these things right now."

He really had little interest in keeping Vought's secret.

What is Compound V? How did the hero come to be? Even without his intervention, the outside world would find out sooner or later.

As for whether these people wanted to investigate or not, and who they planned to take these things to, in Lin Mo's eyes, nothing else mattered as much as another matter.

But when Butcher and his two companions heard those words, they took on a slightly different meaning.

not give a damn about?

Does that mean they still have a chance to get out alive today?

Frenchie's shoulders, which had been tense, relaxed a little.

Even the Mother's Milk didn't expect Butcher's remarks, which almost made his heart stop.

Surprisingly, it actually worked somewhat.

Looking at Lin Mo, Butcher formed his own judgment.

Sure enough, this person might not be willing to take care of these things for Vought.

He just hadn't had a chance to say anything more in that direction.

Lin Mo had already changed the subject.

"More important than these things is something else."

Butcher frowned slightly.

"What?"

Lin Mo looked at him.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Your name is William Butcher... right?"

Upon hearing the name, Butcher's expression froze for a moment.

He hadn't introduced himself at all; how did the other person know? A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind—had he been discovered long ago...?

Lin Mo, however, seemed oblivious to his reaction and continued speaking.

"Don't we seem to have met before?"

Many years ago.

"By the way, your wife was working at Vought back then, I think."

He paused briefly after saying this.

"Her name is Becca."

"I think I'm not mistaken?"

Upon hearing the familiar name, Butcher's jaw visibly tightened.

Even now, standing here pointing at Vought and talking about his crimes, he was still trying to maintain a conversational tone.

But upon hearing this name, the expression he had been carefully maintaining suddenly crumbled.

The Mother's Milk glanced at him, and her heart sank.

Lin Mo didn't continue, looking at Butcher, waiting for him to bring up these things on his own.

Of course, I wanted to follow up on this topic and ask what exactly happened to Becca, and whether they had met once before at the company.

That's for sure; when it comes to memory, his Super Brain has always been amazing.

But after all these years, where we met is no longer important.

Butcher stared at Lin Mo for a few seconds before suppressing his almost uncontrollable emotions.

If it really explodes, they'll all be in serious trouble; at the very least, they can't drag their teammates into the mire.

"You want to know what happened to her?"

His voice was a little lower than before.

Lin Mo nodded.

"I heard that she resigned later, and I haven't heard from her since."

"Resignation?"

Butcher suddenly laughed, but the laugh looked rather awkward.

"That's what Vought said?"

Lin Mo didn't answer, Butcher didn't need him to answer either. He took a breath and his gaze returned to Lin Mo's face.

"The Deep."

He uttered the name, and Lin Mo's eyes followed, meeting those of Joanna looked completely bewildered.

Was this really done by that the Deep guy?

Butcher's voice grew even colder.

"That beast raped my wife."

The room seemed to suddenly become a little quieter, and even Frenchie stopped looking anywhere else.

Butcher's fingers clenched and then slowly loosened.

"After that, she never came home again, and there was no news of her. I could never find her again."

As he said this, the corner of his mouth twitched again.

"People from your company make it sound so easy."

"Resigning... heh."

Lin Mo looked at him, and this time he was genuinely taken aback.

Good heavens, this really is the Deep, or to be more precise, in Butcher's eyes, the culprit he believes to be is him.

This guy always calls me Mr. Superman when he's around.

He seems quite honest.

Behind the scenes, did they actually take the original storyline from the Homelander?

Did you receive it?

For a moment, a somewhat outrageous thought even popped into Lin Mo's mind.

Okay, the Deep.

Are you trying to create a little playboy for yourself?

Then, search for the missing love?

Will the love for the Fishman be transferred to this child?

Of course, this thought only flashed through my mind for a moment.

Whether he has children, how Becca is doing now, and what exactly happened with the things Butcher mentioned—none of these things have been clarified yet.

But we really need to find that the Deep guy and question him, and we need to question him thoroughly and give him a good interrogation.

Joanna, standing beside her, frowned slightly; she didn't have any particular feelings about the Deep to begin with.

If the other person weren't still part of the Seven, she would often be too lazy to even think about him, and now that she's heard these things, she has even less interest in speaking up for him.

But Butcher had already turned his attention back to the equipment beside him.

And then there's that name above, the one he'd just figured out what it meant.

Compound V.

"So that's what it is."

He said it in a low voice, then his voice carried that familiar sarcasm.

"Because of it, there are so many so-called Superhero."

"Take off those clothes, peel away that layer of divinely bestowed talent, and all that's left is a bunch of bastards who gained power through drugs."

Upon hearing Butcher's words, Mother's Milk's expression changed again.

Wasn't the atmosphere a little better just now?

Seeing that the other party was not pursuing the matter of their coming here,

Why are you doing this again?

And even if you're going to hurl insults, can't you at least glance at who's standing in front of you?

Frenchie felt similarly anxious; the slight relief he had just felt was slowly building up again.

Butcher seemed completely oblivious to the reactions of his two teammates.

Or perhaps the name "Becca" made him less willing to pay attention to these things for the time being.

"So-called Supe."

"A few more good things?"