There was a muffled sound, and a broken wooden door covered with graffiti was kicked open.
Lucian dragged the suitcase in and locked the door with his backhand.
It was an unoccupied apartment. He put the suitcase on the floor and unzipped it.
A-Train is still curled up inside like a dead pig, and the bandage on the broken leg has been dyed dark red by the blood that seeped out.
Lucian ignored his injuries and directly took out the black short knife seized from Black Noir, and pressed the tip of the knife against the skin of the back of his neck.
"Chi--"
The sharp blade easily cut through the flesh. Lucian expressionlessly used the tip of the knife to rummage through the flesh a few times and picked out a metal chip.
He held the chip at his fingertips, and Starlight's ability was instantly activated. A faint light flashed across his fingertips, and a plume of smoke came out from inside the chip, completely short-circuiting and scrapping it.
Lucian Throw this piece of scrap metal into the sewer.
He can't stay here for long. He needs a place where no one will check the water meter.
Pulling up the suitcase again, Lucian walked onto the street.
Twenty minutes later, he arrived at a poor community on the edge of New York. It was a paradise for gangsters, drug addicts and homeless people, and even the police were unwilling to drive in at night.
As soon as we turned into a dead end with no street lights, three black men covered in tattoos blocked the way.
"Hey, yellow-skinned boy." The leading black man was playing with a butterfly knife in his hand and staring greedily at the large suitcase. "It's so late at night. What kind of good stuff is in the suitcase? Take it out to make the brothers look at you?"
Lucian stopped and sighed.
He released the suitcase's lever and took a step forward.
"Crack!"
Three seconds later, the leading black man knelt on the ground holding his broken arm and screamed like a pig. The other two were already lying in the garbage, unable to even hum.
Lucian stepped over the bloodstains on the ground, dragged the box to the end of the alley two streets away, and kicked open the iron door of an abandoned basement.
It was filled with rusty car parts and the air was turbid. But it was hidden enough.
He welded the iron door shut from the inside, opened the suitcase, dragged A-Train out, and laid it flat on the ground.
Stretch out your right hand and place it on A-Train's forehead.
Copy panel pops up on retina:
[LV3 Super Physique]
[LV5 Super Speed (can be developed)]
Lucian's eyes stayed on those three words.
Can be developed.
These three words again. When Copy Starlight had the ability, the system also prompted this.
He took back his hand and touched his chin.
The current A-Train, even after taking Compound V, competed with Shockwave in an extremely excited state, and the maximum speed he ran was 371 meters per second. This speed barely broke the sound barrier, and was indeed faster than his current LV3 limit of 200 meters per second.
But this is definitely not the level that LV5 should be at.
Lucian remembers clearly that in the later plot, A-Train showed a terrifying speed that was almost "pseudo-time stop" in order to save people.
Think again about Homelander. He personally admitted that he could fly at the speed of sound when he was a child. But during the chase with A-Train, if A-Train hadn't stalled because he wanted to avoid passers-by, even if he could catch up, he would have to wait until A-Train ran out of energy. Could it be because there was something wrong with A-Train's heart?
The same goes for Starlight. The abilities she showed in the previous seasons are so impressive compared to Thermonuclear Manipulation, who is also at LV4.
It seems that the system's judgment criteria are very rigid.
System Copy is the upper limit of this body's ability, not the level that has been developed so far.
If I want to achieve that state of pseudo-time-stopping, I still have to explore it myself.
Lucian no longer hesitated and put his hand on A-Train's head again.
"Select Copy, LV5 Super Speed."
[Copy Start.]
[Estimated time required: 24 hours]
These 24 hours have been quite long.
At the same time.
New York, A hidden place in Brooklyn area Safe House.
The door was directly knocked open by the hydraulic door breaker, and sawdust flew everywhere.
"FBI!"
The tactical flashlight beam instantly filled the entire room. A dozen heavily armed SWAT police officers rushed in, guns pointed in all directions.
Mother's Milk did not resist. He immediately protected his wife and daughter behind him, raised his hands high, and slowly knelt on the ground.
"Don't shoot! I surrender!" Mother's Milk shouted.
On the other side, Frenchie, who stayed behind, was not so cooperative. He tried to touch the shotgun under the table, but two special police officers pounced on him and pinned him to the wall.
"Let me go! You Vought lackeys!" Frenchie's face was bruised and bleeding from the rough wall, and he was shouting French swear words like crazy.
The SWAT's gun was directly pressed against Mother's Milk's wife's head. The little girl was so frightened that she cried loudly.
"Don't touch them!" Mother's Milk's eyes were red, and the veins on his neck popped out, but he didn't dare to move. He knew that if he moved, his wife and children would be beaten into pieces.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground came from the corridor.
Susan was wearing a black windbreaker and strode into the living room, holding a document stamped with the red seal of Department of Defense in his hand.
"Put the gun down." Susan looked coldly at the special police officer who pointed the gun at the mother and daughter.
The detective leading the team frowned, "Deputy Director, these people are on the national wanted list. They are traitors."
"I said, put the gun down." Susan stepped forward and slapped the document in his hand directly on the detective's chest, "These two women are not on the list. They do not have any criminal records. Give them to me, this is the jurisdiction of CIA."
The detective looked at the file, then at Susan, and finally waved.
The SWAT police withdrew their guns. Mother's Milk's wife hugged her daughter tightly, trembling all over and looking at everything in front of her in horror.
Mother's Milk was put on a black hood and pushed out with his hands behind his back. When he passed by Susan,
"Sorry, Marvin. This is the only thing I can do now." She whispered.
Brooklyn area, in a room Safe House that was prepared before.
Butcher, Kimiko, and Hughie met here. His father contacted Susan at the suggestion of Butcher, and was protected together with Mother's Milk's family.
Kimiko squatted in the shadow of the corner, looking back and forth between the two of them.
"What should we do with Mother's Milk and Frenchie?" Hughie took a step forward, "They were caught! We have to rescue them!"
Butcher stopped what he was doing and put the gun back into his waist.
"There's no time to care about them." Butcher's voice was very flat.
Hughie was stunned. He thought he heard wrongly. "What did you say?"
"I said, the bill passed, Hughie." Butcher raised his head, "Compound V is now a national defense secret. We are the most wanted terrorists in the United States. All law enforcement agencies are looking for us."
"So? We just watch them die?"
"Going to rob the prison? Just the three of us?" Butcher sneered, "That's called death."
"They are our teammates!" Hughie roared.
"This is a war, Hughie!" Butcher shouted back, raising his voice, "These are the rules of the fucking game. If you don't want to play, why did you join this damn team in the first place!"
Hughie looked at the man in front of him and felt his stomach churn.
Crazy.