Butcher immediately understood what place Josen meant.
It was a nightclub that provided special services exclusively for supes. Without the right connections, people could not even find its entrance.
A knowing, cryptic smile spread across his face. At that moment, Josen no longer seemed so terrifying to him.
After all, how decent could someone be if he was so eager to visit a place like that?
"Then what about my payment?" Butcher leaned back in his chair, feeling he had regained the initiative. "I thought we were making a fair trade?"
Josen ignored him, picked up a napkin, and dipped a fingernail in some water to write on it.
"Don't you dream of bringing down Homelander and Vought International?"
Hearing the name that cut him to the core, Butcher sniffed hard, his expression visibly darkening.
"Right, I would've forgotten you investigated me if you hadn't mentioned it." He pulled the corners of his mouth into his trademark vicious smile, looking utterly ferocious. "Yeah, so what?"
"Then let's talk about some truly explosive information."
Josen handed him the napkin. Butcher took it and read what was written on it in puzzlement. "Compound V? What's that, some new wonder drug?"
"You know Samaritan's Embrace, the charity funded by Vought International?"
"Of course. Their 'preacher,' Ezekiel, is that pervert who spouts off against homosexuality while regularly screwing three or four men at once. He's also a regular at that place you want to visit."
"Every year, that organization mails free charity packages to children's hospitals around the world under the guise of 'polio vaccines.'"
"What do you mean?"
Butcher frowned. As a former operative, he quickly caught the key point. "You're saying those so-called vaccines are actually Compound V?"
"Yes. That substance is the key to creating supes. Find the nearest major children's