Mother's Milk tightened his fingers, stopping Black Noir's fist in his palm.
Black Noir tilted his head.
This ordinary man, who had only been able to tickle him with a rifle a moment ago, had actually caught his punch head-on.
Mother's Milk froze for a moment too.
No Heat Vision.
His eyes hadn't heated up, and his body hadn't floated into the air. All that vial of green serum had given him was an immensely powerful body and strength so pure it bordered on brute force.
His joints, worn down over the years, felt light again. Even his vision was several times clearer than before.
Pure Body Enhancement.
Enough.
At least now he could stand here and let Hughie and Kimiko get out alive.
"Hughie!"
Mother's Milk twisted Black Noir's wrist and drove his shoulder forward.
"Get her out of here!"
Bang!
Black Noir staggered back two steps.
Hughie finally snapped out of it and stumbled toward Kimiko. He dropped to his knees beside her, but the instant his hands touched her severed arm, his stomach churned.
Everything below the shoulder had been severed.
But the gushing blood was stopping. Flesh writhed at the stump, and a short stretch of pale arm had already grown out. The fingers hadn't formed yet; only a few indistinct buds of flesh were visible.
"Kimiko, get up."
Hughie reached out to help her.
"We have to go. Frenchie's still waiting for us."
Kimiko gritted her teeth and stood, but she didn't leave with him.
She raised her intact hand, pointed at Mother's Milk, then waved Hughie away.
You go.
Hughie understood.
"Don't do this."
His voice shook.
"Marvin told me to get you out. Staying here won't help. Your hand hasn't grown back yet. Let's leave first, then figure something out..."
Kimiko shook her