[Copy Progress:99%]
[...100%]
[LV5 Super Speed, Copy completed.]
When the progress bar finally filled up to the last grid, Lucian felt an indescribable energy pouring in from the palm of his hand that was in contact with A-Train, instantly penetrating through his limbs and bones.
This feeling was amazing. The trajectory of the surrounding air flow and the path of dust falling became traceable in his eyes. Time did not slow down, but his neurological reaction was elevated to another level.
He slowly withdrew his hand and stood up.
Lucian tentatively raised his feet and gave it a try.
The next second, he had moved around the basement several times and returned to the original place.
This is what it feels like... to go beyond the speed of sound.
His body has not even fully adapted to the changes brought about by this speed, but his brain has been able to handle this explosive increase in information flow. LV4's Super Physique is the perfect cornerstone, enough to withstand the load brought by this speed.
Lucian glanced at A-Train who was still unconscious on the ground, stuffed him into the suitcase again, changed his face, and dragged him away from this New York scarred land.
In an unmanned bed in a community hospital, Lucian threw his suitcase there like trash, stuffed a wad of cash "borrowed" from a few street gangsters into the zipper of the suitcase, pressed the emergency call button on the wall, and left quickly.
After doing all this, Lucian took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Hughie.
[You can take action now.]
[I will take action.]
"Ding."
The vibrating sound of the mobile phone was particularly harsh in the small hiding place.
Hughie almost jumped up and grabbed the phone. When he saw the words on the screen clearly, his whole figure seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic.
"He responded to me! He responded to me!" Hughie's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement. He turned to Kimiko, who was silent in the corner, "Lu said he would help!"
Kimiko raised her head. There was not much surprise in her eyes, but more of an impatient urging. After waiting here for a long time, she had almost punched a hole in the wall.
"Our plan... our plan should be feasible." Hughie took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and went through the plan that sounded like suicide again in his mind.
The plan was simple, but it was the best he could think of.
Hughie returned to Safe House who was arrested before Frenchie and the others, and deliberately exposed himself so that he could be arrested. This way he could be locked up with Mother's Milk and Frenchie.
Kimiko tracked the vehicle escorting him based on the locator on his body.
Of course, the prison will search the person, and the mobile phone will definitely not be saved. But Hughie hid the real backhand in a more hidden place - a button-sized micro locator hidden in the midsole of his shoe. That was something Frenchie left behind before. As long as the signal can be continuously sent out on the road, Kimiko can locate the general area where they are being held.
Once the location where the signal stops is determined, Kimiko's task is to send the position to Lucian, and then the two attack from the outside. He leads Frenchie and Mother's Milk inside to cooperate inside and outside.
"I'm leaving." Hughie stood up and handed the phone to Kimiko, "If... if the things in my shoes are discovered in advance, just forget about it and run as far away as possible."
Half an hour later, Hughie stood at the door of the familiar Safe House, looking back at the street corner for the last time. Kimiko leaned against the wall and gave him a "hurry up" gesture.
Hughie smiled bitterly and opened the door.
Almost as soon as he stepped in, a piercing siren sounded throughout the space, and red warning lights flashed crazily. In less than ten seconds, several agents armed with assault rifles and wearing tactical vests rushed out from the darkness, and the black muzzles were pointed at him.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
Hughie raised his hands obediently, "Hey, guys, don't be nervous... I'm just, uh, coming back to find my power bank."
No one paid attention to his cold jokes.
One agent stepped forward and roughly pushed him against the wall, while the other ran his hands around his body.
"Report, no weapons."
"Take him away." The leading agent ordered coldly.
CIA's black prison is hidden in an inconspicuous industrial area in the suburbs, disguised as a logistics warehouse. High walls, barbed wire, and ubiquitous surveillance cameras all together form an iron cage that can be entered but cannot be exited.
Hughie was roughly pushed into a cell by two burly agents. The iron door was locked behind him with a clang.
In the cell, Mother's Milk and Frenchie raised their heads and saw that the person who came in was Hughie. Their faces flashed with joy at first, and then dimmed again.
"Why did you come in too?" Mother's Milk's voice was filled with fatigue, "Where is Butcher? What is his plan?"
"Butcher... he went to find Mallory." Hughie slid down and leaned against the wall, "I'm the only one."
Frenchie and Mother's Milk looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes. What can a Hughie do? Give someone away?
"Fuck!" Frenchie cursed in a low voice and buried his head in his knees, "We are finished. Where is Kimiko? Is she okay?"
"She should be fine, and she's not done yet."
Under the surprised gazes of the two people, he put his fingers into his mouth and dug hard at the roof of his mouth. Hughie took out a small piece of bent metal wire, which was part of the dental braces that he should have removed a few months ago.
Before coming in, he was searched from head to toe, and even the locator on the soles of his shoes was picked out by the damn metal detector. But no one would have thought that there was something hidden in his upper jaw.
Seeing the shimmering metal wire, Frenchie's eyes lit up instantly.
"Oh my god..." Frenchie grabbed the metal wire as if he was holding some rare treasure. He moved to the keyhole, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm, "This curvature, this toughness... this is simply a work of art born for unlocking! Hughie, you are such a fucking genius!"
Mother's Milk looked at the excited Frenchie and the nervous Hughie, and shook his head helplessly.
Well, maybe it's not over yet.
At least they had a madman who knew how to pick locks, and a "genius" who sent them lock-picking tools.
At the same time, at the other end of the city, the lights of the wealthy district lit up the night sky.
Butcher was like a Beast dormant in the dark, lying in the bushes opposite the villa. Mallory's words were still echoing in his mind. Madelyn and Homelander. That kind of morbid attachment.
A black SUV slowly drove into the driveway. The door opened, and Madelyn stepped out on high heels, holding a briefcase in her hand. She looked very tired, and she didn't even notice that the security around the villa was half less than usual.
Butcher's finger is on the trigger of the sniper rifle. The crosshair is wrapped around Madelyn's head. As long as he pulls it lightly, Vought International's vice president will turn into a headless corpse. But this is meaningless. What he wants is not Madelyn's life, he wants Homelander's pain.
"Don't worry, Billy. The fun has just begun." He whispered to himself.