Mesmer carried the unconscious Marge on his back and walked on the bumpy dirt road outside the town, Neuman walking beside him.
Along the way, Mesmer kept his head down and said nothing.
Neuman suddenly stopped and turned his head to stare at the sweating fat man.
"You lied."
Mesmer Cold sweat burst out from his back, soaking a large piece of his shirt.
He stopped and turned around with a smile on his face, "How is that possible? I have nothing to lie about."
Neuman smiled.
"Originally I was just suspicious. After all, when you look at other people's memories, the blood flow in your body will become very abnormal."
Neuman looked at him, his voice soft but with a touch of chill, "But just now, your blood was disordered again. I am sure you are hiding something from me."
Mesmer The flesh on his face trembled slightly.
Neuman took half a step forward and continued, "Since you don't want to say it now, it doesn't matter. When you go back and see Doctor, it's not up to you whether you want to say it or not."
Upon hearing the words "Doctor", the expression on Mesmer's face froze for a few seconds.
Then, he showed a harmless smile.
The next second, the fat man who had always been submissive suddenly became angry.
He pulled Marge on his back in front of him as a shield, and quickly pulled off Marge's backpack with both hands.
As long as he takes out that Original Compound V and injects it into himself, he will no longer have to be anyone's dog!
"You are looking for death!"
Neuman's face changed suddenly, and he just wanted to mobilize his abilities to stop him, but it was already too late.
Mesmer's hand has already reached into the mezzanine of the backpack.
Right in the middle of this flash of lightning.
A sharp knife appeared out of thin air.
Time stopped for a moment.
Mesmer's movements froze in place.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bloody knife tip protruding from his abdomen, his eyes full of disbelief.
The chubby body seemed to have had its bones removed, and it collapsed weakly on the dirty dirt road, with blood spreading rapidly.
The bloody sharp knife paused in mid-air, then changed direction and headed straight for Neuman's face.
Neuman responds extremely quickly.
She was keenly aware of the unnatural outline of the blood in front of her.
The invisible person was invisible to her.
"It's you!"
Neuman shouted, and his eyes were instantly covered with a cloudy white cloud.
There was a muffled groan in the air.
Duke feels like he has been thrown into a pressure cooker.
The pressure all over the body increased sharply, and the blood vessels throbbed, as if they were about to explode in the next second.
I had a splitting headache, my limbs were so heavy that I couldn't even lift them up, and even the sharp knife in my hand fell to the ground with a clang.
He felt that the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and his internal organs were being squeezed crazily by a pair of invisible hands.
Just when Duke thought he was about to explode from the inside.
Bang!
A fist hit Neuman hard on the chin from the side.
The dull sound of bones colliding could be heard.
Neuman didn't even hum, his eyes rolled white, his body flew out like a broken sack, fell heavily into the weeds on the roadside, and passed out completely.
The pressure suddenly disappeared.
Duke's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down his cheeks and onto the soil.
He raised his head, looked at the red-haired girl in front of him, and grinned.
Marge looked down at Duke who was kneeling on the ground, and Duke also looked up at her.
The two people looked at each other across the night, neither of them speaking.
The tacit understanding of relying on each other for these ten years makes them need no explanation.
Everything is left unsaid.
Marge walked over, bent down, picked up the backpack that fell on the ground, patted the dust on it, and put it on his shoulders again.
"Let's go."
Marge's voice was very calm, "Let's go find Homelander together."
Duke wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly got up from the ground.
He looked at Marge and nodded vigorously.
"We will die together."
New York.
Marge pulled the collar of the worn jacket and pushed down the brim of the hat.
Duke remained invisible and stayed half a step to her right. The two of them walked forward along the sidewalk, one in the dark and one in the dark.
Standing at the intersection ahead were three policemen in dark blue uniforms.
They wore special nameplates representing Supe on their chests, and their eyes scanned every passerby waiting at the red light like a radar.
On the mottled glass of the bus stop next to them, there are wanted posters for Marge and Duke.
There are black words on a red background, and the reward amount is a series of scary numbers.
Marge stopped and looked up.
The large LED screen in the shopping mall opposite is playing news.
Just as the wanted information for the two of them flashed across the screen, the screen suddenly switched to a full-body poster of Homelander.
The blond man on the screen had his arms wrapped around him and a smile on his lips.
Those Azure eyes looked down at the entire street. Although it was just a static poster, the eyes seemed to be scanning the living beings below inch by inch.
"Marge..."
Duke's voice was very low, but his teeth couldn't help chattering, "I suddenly believe what you said, Vought has no intention of letting us go."
Invisibility can hide the body, but it cannot hide fear.
In this steel forest completely controlled by Vought, Duke truly felt the despair of having no way out for the first time.
Marge didn't answer, but reached out and patted Duke on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow.
She took Duke to avoid the main road and turned into an old alley full of oil stains and debris.
There are many blind spots for surveillance here and the lighting is dim.
The two walked for a few minutes and stopped in front of the door of Diner.
Marge pushed the door open, went in, and took a seat in the farthest corner.
The boss, a fat man with a big belly, came over with a greasy menu.
Marge didn't even look at it, lowered his voice and ordered a beef stew with potatoes, and asked for two spoons.
A few minutes later, the steaming hot porcelain bowl was served on the table.
The rich broth was bubbling in the bowl, and the potatoes cut into hob pieces were stewed softly, with a layer of fat floating on the surface.
Marge pushed the bowl towards the middle of the table.
She took a spoon herself and handed another to Duke.
The metal spoon quickly and slowly floated up, scooped out a piece of beef covered in soup, paused in mid-air, and then disappeared out of thin air.
Marge also scooped up a piece of potato and put it into his mouth.
The fat aroma of starch Wagyu meat spreads on the tip of the tongue.
The cooking method in the street shop was actually very rough, with a little too much salt and a bit of firewood in the meat, but both of them ate slowly and quietly.
The two recalled the rebellion they had united in the laboratory many years ago.
The reason for the resistance could not be simpler. Speaking of which, they still wanted to laugh a little because they were envious of John.
They caught a glimpse of a ray of sunshine emanating from Long Island Estate.
Later, they were suppressed and beaten, and at that time they completely despaired of the world.
Edgar walked in.
He didn't get angry or reprimand, but he just had some steaming portions of beef stew with potatoes brought to him.
That was the first time in their lives that they ate food other than nutritional supplements.
At that time, Edgar stood aside and watched them wolfing down their food, with even a hint of helplessness and tolerance like a father in his eyes.
It was that taste of beef, coupled with that false warmth, that tied these monsters to the Vought chariot.
Now, that man has turned into a cold corpse, lying in a desolate cemetery in Europe.
Obviously knowing that all this is a means of domesticating tools, knowing that the price of this meal is ten years of exile.
But when the familiar taste slid down the throat and into the stomach again, Marge couldn't help but feel sourness in his eyes.
This is their favorite food.
The spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the porcelain bowl.
Marge lowered his head, chewed the beef bite by bite, and drank the broth in the bowl cleanly.
The dangling spoon opposite also stopped and rested gently on the table.
Full.
The fat boss also called the police.
Who wouldn't call the police after seeing a spoon floating up and eating up all the rice?
What's more, everyone in All-America knows that one of the two extremely evil criminals Homelander has been looking for is Translucent.
However, Marge and Duke did not run away this time. They sat quietly in their seats and listened to the sirens getting closer and closer.