Chapter 8

Butcher and Hughie moved Translucent into a secret room in the abandoned factory and stuffed him into a prepared iron cage.

In order to prevent the chip in Translucent's body from being located, Hughie was responsible for purchasing shielding aluminum foil, and Frenchie and Butcher were busy electrifying the iron cage.

"You're dead, you'd better let me go quickly!"

Even though he was locked in an electrified iron cage, Translucent was still arrogant: "Otherwise, when Homelander comes, he'll slaughter you all!"

"Look~ you heard it, he said Homelander will slaughter us."

Alvin took out his phone, turned on the video mode, and aimed it at the person in the cage: "My God, it's too terrifying. If we're discovered by Homelander that we kidnapped one of The Seven, he'll definitely use his heat vision to cut us cruelly and turn us into minced meat all over the floor!"

"What are your thoughts? Frenchie."

Butcher didn't say a word, poked an electric baton in, and looked at Frenchie.

Translucent was electrocuted until his whole body twitched, but he was still cursing and threatening in his mouth.

"My thought is to stuff you, you motherfucking thing, back into your mother's belly!"

Frenchie sprayed dirty words without a good tone, then lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled smoke: "He can reorganize the carbon elements on his skin, making it as hard as a diamond; it's very difficult to kill him with conventional methods."

This was the basis of Translucent's arrogance; although he was caught, his skin hardness was comparable to a diamond, and with just these few people, it was impossible to kill him.

He had once been tortured by waterboarding in the Middle East 183 times, for six whole months, before he opened his mouth once.

But did this group of people have six months?

No, they didn't even have six hours; he had lost contact for twenty-four hours, and soon Vought would discover it.

It wouldn't be long before Homelander found this place and then slaughtered these few damn bastards!

"The one trapped isn't me, it should be you guys." Translucent laughed arrogantly: "If you don't want to die, you'd better let me go now."

Butcher and Frenchie couldn't think of how to kill Translucent in a short time, and suddenly fell into silence.

"I actually have a way."

Alvin didn't want to waste time, leaning against the door frame, and said: "No matter how hard a man's exterior is, the rectum is warm and soft, isn't it?"

Hughie, who had returned with the shielding aluminum foil, looked blank when he heard this sentence.

Butcher and Frenchie, on the other hand, revealed ambiguous smiles: "He's very right; even if the skin is as hard as a diamond, the rectum and internal organs must be soft!"

Translucent in the iron cage finally didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, his style changing drastically: "No, no... what do you guys want? Money? I can give you a lot of money, let me go, I swear I won't cause you trouble, and as for the bug, I promise I won't say anything!"

But unfortunately, his promise in Butcher's eyes was simply like waste paper in the toilet: "Have a good sleep!"

He didn't say a word, picked up the electric baton, and gave Translucent a round of electrotherapy.

"Frenchie, prepare a surprise for this bastard." Butcher said.

"No problem, I'm very good at this."

Frenchie agreed and left directly with his bag; he needed to buy some raw materials.

"Wait, wait... aren't you guys going to interrogate him?" Hughie, who was beside him, finally reacted and said in terror: "You guys are going to kill him? That's a national treasure, one of The Seven!"

"Sometimes, I really doubt whether you have a brain."

Butcher sneered: "This guy has already seen our faces; you don't really think he'll let us go, do you? Or are you planning to wait for Homelander to discover us and then use his heat vision to turn us into roast chickens one by one?"

"But..."

Hughie's brain was a bit muddled.

Originally, he just wanted to take revenge on A-Train, but how did it get more and more exaggerated?

"I don't have time to explain to you now; if you don't want to die, keep an eye on that bastard." Butcher shoved the electric baton to Hughie and looked at Alvin beside him, signaling him to go out and talk.

Coming outside, Butcher now had his wife Becca on his mind, unable to wait: "Now, we can talk about your deal."

"Of course, Mr. Butcher."

Alvin was like a shrewd merchant, slowly saying: "I provide you with a piece of information, and then you are responsible for getting the things I want. In return, I will tell you the whereabouts of Mrs. Becca Butcher; it's that simple, and it's very beneficial to both of us, isn't it?"

"Why should I believe you?" Butcher said with a cold face, showing deep distrust.

"Your wife, when attending a Vought party eight years ago, was taken into a room by Homelander." Alvin's smile didn't diminish, slowly saying: "Three hours later, Becca Butcher left the room, but has since disappeared without a trace and was officially declared dead. Am I right?"

Butcher's chest heaved violently, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, but he was still enduring it: "What you said, the CIA also knows; it cannot be used as evidence."

"Then, let me put it another way."

Alvin looked at Butcher with a smile that wasn't a smile, his tone slightly playful: "Your wife was raped by Homelander and gave birth to a child, and then was secretly hidden by Vought. This intelligence should be enough to exchange for your trust, right?"

Boom!

In Butcher's brain, it was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed.

He... had been cuckolded?!

And, his wife had given birth to a child for Homelander!

"No, impossible, this is impossible!" Butcher's blood surged, veins bulging on his forehead, roaring hysterically: "You must be lying to me! This is absolutely impossible!"

"The child is very special, born with superpowers, inheriting Homelander's genes."

Alvin didn't care whether he could bear it or not, continuing: "So, Vought attaches great importance to it, and even hid it from Homelander, secretly hiding Becca and the child in a secret park."

"Born with superpowers... very special?" Although Butcher was very angry, he still keenly captured the keywords.

"This is the thing I need you to help get."

Alvin's eyes narrowed slightly, calmly: "Compound V; Vought secretly injected this drug into infants, thereby creating natural superhumans."

"Whether it's Homelander or Translucent."

He stared at the bewildered Butcher and said word by word: "What grants them superpowers... is not God, but Compound V."

Butcher only felt a loud bang, and his brain was blank.

Superpowers... originated from a drug?!

"No wonder, no wonder Vought... could control so many superhumans!"

The fragmented clues of the past were finally all understood by Butcher, including the reason for his wife's disappearance and the reason why she was hidden by Vought!

That child inherited Homelander's genes and was a true, natural superhuman who hadn't been injected with drugs!

"As long as I get the 'Compound V', you'll tell me the whereabouts of my wife, right?"

Butcher already believed the other party, because things like Compound V were very easy to verify.

"That's right, this is our 'deal'."

Alvin handed a note over: "There is a clue on it; I think with your ability, it shouldn't be difficult to get it, right?"

"Popclaw?" There was a name on the note, as well as a phone number. Butcher's brows furrowed: "You mean, she has Compound V?"

"Not sure, but the possibility is very high."

Alvin smiled and said: "She has a good relationship with A-Train; I mean a very intimate relationship."

Butcher clutched the note, staring at Alvin's delicate face, viciously: "Fine, I agree to you, but if I find out you dared to lie to me, I swear... I will use every means to make you feel what despair is!"

"Mr. Butcher, you can always believe in me."

Alvin straightened his expression slightly and said righteously: "As a merchant, I have my own pride!"

Then, he silently added a sentence in his heart: Provided that... scum is an exception!