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"I..."
Cate glanced at John somewhat guiltily.
John, with his hands behind his back, looked at her with a half-smile and said:
"It's good to be curious, but Cate, I don't recommend you do it."
"You might not be able to handle the amount of information I'm about to share."
What are you talking about?
At that moment, Hughie, who had just gotten up, covered his head and asked with a constipated look on his face.
"Actually... I'm no longer under the original conditions of touch, and I can feel you."
I can sense some of your thoughts and emotions; if I could, I could even manipulate you.
"You touched it?"
Hughie felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this and dusted off his pants.
"No way! Just that one shot... I don't believe it."
"I can give it a try."
Cate glanced at Hughie for two seconds, and under his constipated gaze, she suddenly burst out laughing.
Hughie suddenly had a bad feeling.
"You're thinking..."
Cate deliberately dragged out her words, a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
"No way, she can really read minds? Does that mean my secret habit of eating two Angus beef Hamburg from Frenchie yesterday is going to be exposed?"
"Is this what you wanted to say, Hughie?"
"Besides..."
As Cate read, her expression suddenly turned strange.
" Hughie, no way... you like Starlight? So that's what you're into."
Upon hearing Cate's words, Hughie's face flushed bright red.
My face instantly turned red from my ears to my forehead; I felt as red as a ripe tomato, utterly embarrassed.
"No, I didn't!"
He waved his hands frantically, his eyes darting around erratically.
"I have no connection with Starlight... It must have been Frenchie who told you, right?"
"I don't have time to talk about this. And you, little Hughie, Starlight does look very young. You should be glad she just came of age."
Frenchie adjusted his goggles, having regained his composure.
He was holding a tablet and checking Cate's vital signs data, a smile creeping onto his face.
"The results are in! The data is perfect, just as we estimated."
"This is nothing, but I need to stay away from you first."
Hughie took two steps back, his neck stiff, still stubborn.
"Didn't you say you could still control it? It's from this distance!"
As he spoke, his gaze swept around the room before quickly landing on Frenchie, at which point his eyes lit up.
"Hey, Frenchie, cooperate a bit and test Cate's new ability."
Frenchie, engrossed in the data, looked up abruptly upon hearing this, his face twitching:
"Hey! Why me? You fucking didn't believe me? Go try it yourself!"
"You're the developer, you know the effects best... Just give it a try, it won't hurt you."
"No way, it's definitely not going to be good."
Frenchie curled his lip in disgust, turned to John, and looked at him with pleading eyes.
John raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.
Grass!
Since the boss had spoken, Frenchie had no choice but to stand up straight reluctantly.
He took two steps back, creating about three meters of distance, and spread his hands towards Cate:
"Alright, alright, I'll give it a try, but let's get this straight, don't make me do anything weird!"
Cate suppressed a laugh and nodded.
Soon, she closed her eyes and focused her mind.
The previously scattered spiritual tentacles slowly contracted, gradually twisting into a thin, flexible thread that gently wrapped around Frenchie's consciousness.
She didn't force the thread into Frenchie's mind; she merely touched the surface of his consciousness, like a string pulling a puppet.
Then, give it a gentle tug.
Frenchie suddenly felt that his right hand was no longer under his control.
That hand suddenly rose up on its own, the fingertips gently clenched together, pointing in Hughie's direction.
Then he turned his head away, his mouth involuntarily pouting, and then he reached up and tossed his hand in an exaggerated manner.
A standard flying kiss.
As he blew the kiss, he also adopted a high-pitched, greasy tone, drawing out the sound at Hughie:
" Hughie baby~"
After he finished speaking, the entire laboratory fell silent for a second.
Then Hughie let out a strange scream.
"Fuck!!"
He jumped up as if he'd been scalded by hot oil, rubbing his arms and taking three steps back, looking utterly disgusted.
"Shit! That's fucking disgusting! Frenchie, can't you be normal for once?!"
"It wasn't me... it was her controlling me."
Frenchie had regained control without anyone noticing, and wiped his hands on his pants with a look of disgust, as if his hands were dirty.
" Cate... that was a really powerful move."
"If Hughie wakes up one day to find his back door loose, that's probably your doing."
Seeing this, Cate was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. She was squatting on the ground, clutching her stomach, her shoulders shaking.
John looked at her and smiled, a very faint smile curving his lips, before glancing at Kimiko behind him.
Kimiko and John exchanged a glance, then Kimiko walked over and gently patted Cate on the shoulder.
Then he turned to the lab bench, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned, well-defined arms.
" Kimiko, I'm confirming one more time, are you sure?"
Frenchie was actually unsure about the effects of the compound on the self-healing Superman.
Because so far, the effects of the new compound seem to be targeted, perhaps deriving new abilities based on its own properties.
It could also be that the potential is amplified and exaggerated to an even greater extent.
But self-healing systems...
Kimiko's fighting ability is actually quite good, but compared to those with superhuman abilities like the Deep and John, she seems to be struggling.
If we further enhance it to the level of self-healing...
Wouldn't that turn me into a moving human target?
Frenchie felt sorry for Kimiko, perhaps because he thought of his own orphanhood, so he usually took good care of her.
However, Kimiko didn't think as deeply as Frenchie.
She nodded to Frenchie, then raised her hand.
(Sign language) Butcher says my brother has been kidnapped by Vought, and I want to rescue him.
During this time, Frenchie also crammed on sign language in order to communicate with Kimiko.
Therefore, he understood what Kimiko meant.
"Should we reconsider?"
Kimiko shook her head, placed her hand on the lab table, and tapped the surface lightly with her fingertips, signaling to Frenchie to come directly to her.
Seeing that Kimiko had made a decision, Frenchie said no more, disinfected, inserted the needle, and injected the medicine.
This set of movements was more stable than before. With Cate's success as an example, he felt much more at ease.
The dark red medicine slowly seeped into the bloodstream.
Kimiko's body trembled slightly.
Unlike Cate's burning sensation, she felt an unbearable, tingling itch.
It starts from the fingertips, creeping up the arm, like countless ants crawling into the bones, itchy and painful, seeping into the marrow.
At this moment, her fingers involuntarily curled up, her knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged out.
She bit her lower lip hard, drawing blood, without uttering a sound.
(Actually, Kimiko would scream when she was in pain.)
As time went by, the tingling and itching in her bones grew more and more intense, as if something was trying to crawl out from under her skin.
Before long, her fingertips began to burn, trembled slightly, and a tingling pain came from her nails.
Hughie and Mother's Milk, standing nearby, held their breath, staring at her hands, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Frenchie looked at Kimiko nervously, sweating bullets.
Finally, a hint of violence flashed in Kimiko's eyes. She let out a muffled groan and then suddenly spread her five fingers wide.
"Laugh..."
A crisp sound of flesh being torn apart.
Three-inch-long claws sprang from her fingertips, sharp as blades.
The five claws were perfectly embedded in the flesh of the fingertips, their bony exterior gleaming with an ivory-like luster.
(For a general impression, you can refer to the Black Panther's claws, and Kimiko herself is a wolf girl.)
The Boys is a satirical work, so creating a Wolverine is quite reasonable, right?
Kimiko paused for a moment, then raised her hand and carefully examined it under the light from the incandescent bulb.
Then, a thought occurred to me.
"Whoosh."
The claws retracted instantly, the tips smooth and even, exactly the same as before, without a single wound.
Another thought crossed my mind.
"Laugh."
The claws extended again, moving in and out with effortless smoothness.
Kimiko felt it wasn't enough.
She walked over to a piece of discarded steel plate, which was at least two centimeters thick.
She then raised her hand and lightly traced a line with her fingertips.
"Sizzle--"
A sharp, metallic scraping sound rang out.
The next second, the steel plate was as thin as paper, and a deep cut was easily made in it, the cut was smooth and flat, without even a burr.
Kimiko withdrew her hand, retracted her claws, turned around, and for the first time, a happy smile appeared on her face, her eyes crinkling.
She gave Frenchie a thank you sign, then looked at John, nodded, her eyes filled with excitement.
She now has the confidence to save her brother.
With these claws, she would no longer be a walking punching bag, and finally possessed real lethality.
"Wow... this is a built-in weapon!"
Hughie leaned closer, staring at the scratches on the steel plate, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Who the hell would dare mess with you again? You'd slit their throat with one claw."
At that moment, Cate also came over and looked curiously at Kimiko's fingertips.
Kimiko even deliberately extended the claws to show her, then retracted them, just like a child showing off a new toy.
The two girls smiled at each other, and the scene was beautiful for a moment.
The experiment was a complete success.
The heavy weight that had been pressing on everyone's hearts was finally lifted.
Cate went to the lab table, slowly adjusting her breathing, and getting used to her new ability.
Under her control, the mental tentacles unconsciously extended outwards, tentatively spreading out little by little.
The tentacles passed through the laboratory's iron door and continued along the damp passage.
He swept past the piles of debris and water pipes, then peered further afield.
She wanted to test what the maximum distance she could project her voice was.
Immediately afterwards, even more spiritual energy surged outwards like a tide, one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters...
As it gets farther and farther away, perception becomes increasingly blurred.
But just then, her mental tentacles suddenly collided with a rapidly moving object.
Wait, why is it humanoid?
That's too fast.
Cate's mental energy only caught a blurry glimpse of the figure before the other party's speed had already surpassed the 200-meter mark, rushing straight towards the laboratory.
Upon seeing this, Cate's expression suddenly changed, and she abruptly looked up at John, hurriedly saying:
"Careful!"
Upon hearing Cate's words, everyone present except John was taken aback.
The Mother's Milk had just picked up the water bottle when her hand froze in mid-air.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Frenchie and Hughie turned their heads and looked warily toward the doorway.
"Someone's coming this way really fast, I'm a bit exhausted..."
Cate's eyes began to turn bloodshot, her mental focus locked on the rapidly approaching shadow.
"Three hundred meters... no, two hundred meters! Almost there! It's Superman, speed-type!"
The moment she finished speaking, the faint sound of wind could be heard in the distance, along with the vibrations of footsteps pounding the ground at high speed.
"Buzz--"
John had his back to the aisle, looking down at the label on the test tube.
Hearing Cate's warning, he casually turned his head and tilted it slightly.
"Oh? Is that so?"
The next second, only a blurry black afterimage remained, still in the position of turning its head.
John's true form had vanished from the spot.
Inside the tunnel, the A-Train was speeding along at full speed.
The sound of wind cutting through the air whistled in my ears, and the walls on both sides rushed past me rapidly.
He was moving very fast, but he felt his heart was starting to feel the strain from the intense running.
He searched through all the abandoned subway stations in Brooklyn, eliminating them one by one, until he reached this last one.
The frequent searches had exhausted a great deal of his physical strength.
He didn't know if he could hold on, or even if John was there.
Now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to take a gamble.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...
The main gate is just around the corner!
By this time, his muscles were so tired that they were somewhat out of control.
His toes wobbled unsteadily, a sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth, and his vision began to blur.
"Ugh!"
The A-Train gritted its teeth, squeezing out the last bit of strength from its very marrow, and once again unleashed a sharp sonic boom.
Unfortunately, before he could dash out for long, a wave of dizziness rushed into his brain, reaching the top of his head.
Before the wind pressure from the high-speed running had fully dissipated, his heart suddenly clenched, and a sharp, agonizing pain interrupted all his movements.
Therefore, after losing his balance, his body, which was sprinting at full speed, instantly went out of control under the influence of terrifying kinetic energy.
He was like a cannonball that went off course, tumbling in a straight line before crashing headfirst into a steel bar.
If it were during his peak years, such a collision might have resulted in minor injuries.
But given his current weakened state, if the impact is solid, there's no other possibility than him being impaled on steel bars and turned into an Easter turkey.
Despair, pain, suffocation.
In an instant, it enveloped the A-Train.
The sharp, bluish-green steel bars were less than a meter from the top of the A-Train.
"This is really troublesome."
At this critical moment, a hand slowly reached out from the air.
The moment it touched the back of the A-Train!
That terrifying momentum, enough to smash an armored vehicle, was silently crushed, without even a ripple of air being stirred up.
Like a sponge, it absorbs all the kinetic energy and remains completely still.
At that moment, the dim yet chilling incandescent light shone down from above, its beam settling on the current location.
John held the A-Train, its body completely limp like a dead dog, with one hand, suspending it steadily in mid-air.
In the final few seconds before everything went completely dark.
The A-Train struggled to open its swollen eyelids and finally saw the handsome face with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Help... help me..."