Chapter 7

Alvin's light and airy performance made Butcher, who was already suspicious, hesitate for a time.

CIA?

No, impossible!

Butcher denied this guess; he had a cooperative relationship with the CIA, and the other party wouldn't do something unnecessary.

More importantly, even the CIA didn't know about 'Becca's' whereabouts.

Then, the only remaining possibility was... Butcher's temple veins jumped, his expression uncertain, his voice low and hoarse, containing anger: "Are you someone sent by Vought?"

"Mr. Butcher, I must remind you." Alvin raised his leg, his leather shoes kicking the unconscious Translucent beside him, his lips curling into an intriguing arc: "Just now, you and this Mr. Hughie beside you attacked Translucent, one of The Seven. This is a crime."

Once this was said, it suddenly pulled the two back to the scene. Looking at the broken glass all over the floor and the blood-stained Translucent, a fatal problem was placed before them!

Translucent, one of The Seven, had discovered that Hughie had installed a bug at Vought, and they had actually beaten him up.

If Vought discovered this, Butcher could be certain that the next day, they would be chopped up and then directly sunk into the Pacific Ocean, with the outside world announcing they had committed suicide out of fear of crime.

Especially Hughie; he was originally just an ordinary office worker, and being suddenly dragged into such an event, he was completely panicked.

"It's over, it's over... we're dead, Butcher!"

Hughie was clearly an ordinary person, his psychological endurance was very weak, and the crime of attacking one of The Seven was enough to keep him in prison for the rest of his life.

"Help me, move him to the trunk." Butcher took a deep look at Alvin, then called out to Hughie, who was scared silly, to move: "Hey, can you stop standing there like an idiot? Come over and help quickly; if we're discovered by others again, we'll be in big trouble!"

"Wait, aren't you a federal agent?"

Hughie suddenly thought of something, as if he had grabbed a straw, looking nervously at Butcher: "Call the federal government quickly; you guys should be very good at handling this kind of thing, right?"

"Unfortunately, this Mr. Butcher is not a federal agent."

Alvin looked at the embarrassed Butcher and directly exposed his identity: "At most, he counts as having some cooperation with the CIA, and it's the kind that's done in secret."

"Shut up!"

Butcher was so angry his face turned green, glaring fiercely at Alvin, and turned to shout at Hughie: "Stop being a fool, come and help!"

"Friendly reminder, Translucent isn't dead, he's just electrocuted."

Alvin looked like he was watching a show and didn't think it was a big deal.

"Thank God, that's great, he didn't die!"

Hughie was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "Butcher, did you hear that? He didn't die, we don't need to worry about him anymore."

"Are you a fucking idiot? Hughie!"

Butcher couldn't help it anymore and directly cursed: "Use your fucking brain to think about it; he's seen our faces. If he wakes up, how will he deal with us?"

"I guess, it probably won't be something that can be solved with an apology." Alvin interjected from the side.

Hearing this, Hughie couldn't help but shiver.

He was simple, but he wasn't stupid; he knew with his balls that it probably wouldn't end well.

"Hey, shut your mouth!" Butcher was already a bit angry, glared at Alvin: "If you don't intend to help, get out of the way and don't get in our way!"

"If you don't mind, I can provide a car."

Alvin tossed out a set of car keys, smiling: "Ford Escape, the trunk space is very sufficient, I think it can meet your needs."

Hughie took the keys and said blankly: "Tha... thank you, you're actually a pretty good person."

Butcher: "..."

He was now a bit regretful; he had dragged such an idiot in, would something really not go wrong?

In order to prevent Translucent from breaking free halfway, under Alvin's suggestion, Butcher and Hughie decided to borrow from Japanese rope art.

Poor Translucent was tied up like this by the two of them and thrown into the trunk of the Ford.

Butcher was responsible for driving, and the terrified Hughie sat in the back; as for Alvin... naturally, he sat in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?"

Hughie asked, terrified.

"I know a guy, he knows what to do."

Butcher held the steering wheel, but his peripheral vision glanced from time to time at the passenger seat beside him.

"Mr. Butcher, when driving, please be a little more focused."

Alvin naturally noticed his little movements and smiled: "I don't want to die young; driving is not standardized, and relatives will have two lines of tears."

"I hope we can talk properly."

Butcher took a deep breath, trying to calm down the face twisted by anger.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party might know Becca's whereabouts, he would have punched him a long time ago; that mouth was really too punchable!

"Of course, Mr. Butcher."

Alvin smiled and nodded, saying: "I am very much looking forward to chatting with you, but not now, and certainly not here."

Butcher had no objection to this; what was most important now was to deal with the 'hot potato' in the trunk!

Soon, Butcher drove to an abandoned factory area.

Parking and turning off the engine, Butcher took out the key and turned to shout at Hughie: "Hughie, come in with me."

Butcher dragged Hughie, who was still bewildered, and left a sentence for Alvin: "You wait here."

Then, the two entered the factory building.

Before long, Butcher and Hughie came out of the factory building, followed by a thin Frenchman.

"Fuck, you didn't tell me there were others!" The Frenchman looked at Alvin, a trace of vigilance appearing on his face: "What's the situation with this guy?"

"Calm down, Frenchie, he... temporarily counts as one of us."

Butcher really didn't know how to explain it to Frenchie, so he could only bluff: "Come and see, the gift I brought you."

Saying that, he led Frenchie to the trunk and lifted the lid.

"Fuck, you bitches are dead!"

The trunk was clearly empty, but the beautiful national curse made Frenchie widen his eyes, and a sense of foreboding surged into his heart.

Before Translucent could continue cursing, Butcher poked him with an electric baton.

The current crackled, and vaguely, one could see a humanoid creature twisting and twitching in the trunk.

"What the fuck!" At this moment, Frenchie finally reacted, grabbed Butcher by the collar, and roared at him: "You motherfucking bastards stuffed Translucent in the trunk?"

"Frenchie, isn't this gift pretty good?"

Butcher revealed a smile of success: "It's too late to regret it now; that guy has already seen your face, brother."

"Butcher, you motherfucking bitch!"

Frenchie was so angry he was cursing wildly, wishing he could shoot this bastard.

This wave was purely being pitted by Butcher; what was 'I'm heart-to-heart with my brother, but my brother is using his brain on me'?

Originally, he really thought Butcher had brought something good, but it turned out to be a big trouble!

"Mr. Butcher, from the perspective of a bystander, I have to praise your low moral level; it can simply be compared to the Savras." Alvin, who had been leaning against the car door, didn't know when he had come down, looking at Frenchie with sympathy.

"Who the fuck are you?" Frenchie was already in a fit of anger, and seeing him, he scolded him without a good tone.

"A merchant who accidentally passed by." Alvin smiled.

"What is a Savra?" Hughie asked in a low voice.

"Uh, to summarize in layman's terms, it's a group of systematic scum." Alvin explained.

Systematic scum?

Hughie and Frenchie silently looked at Butcher; this adjective was simply too appropriate.

"I need your help, Frenchie."

Butcher was indifferent and said very 'sincerely': "If you don't help me, I'll just stay here. That guy has a chip in his body; you don't want to be discovered by Homelander, right?"

"This is the last time, Butcher."

Frenchie gave him a cold look, turned around, and walked toward the factory building without looking back: "Carry that guy in; we need to shield the chip in his body, otherwise we'll be discovered soon!"

Things had reached this point; even if he didn't agree, there was no way out.

From the moment he was seen by Translucent, he had no way back, so he could only follow Butcher to the end.