The night in New York gave him the best cover.
Butcher was driving fast, weaving in and out of the streets.
But relying on his 15-point speed and reaction, combined with the agility of his motorcycle, Lucas stuck to their tail.
He maintained a safe distance of about two blocks, neither too far nor too close.
“This lunatic has strong anti-surveillance skills; I can’t follow too closely.”
Lucas reminded himself in his mind.
The pursuit lasted for nearly forty minutes.
The Chevrolet SUV eventually drove into an abandoned industrial park in the Brooklyn district.
It was filled with rusted shipping containers and collapsed factories, a place rarely visited by people.
The SUV stopped in front of a seemingly abandoned factory.
Butcher and Hughie got out of the car, opened the trunk, and dragged the still-unconscious Translucent inside.
Lucas parked his motorcycle in a patch of shadow on the outskirts of the industrial park.
He snuck in on foot.
The interior of the factory was spacious, and Butcher and his group took Translucent into an underground secret room.
Like a ghost, Lucas approached the entrance to the basement silently.
He pressed himself against the wall, listening to the sounds coming from inside.
“What the hell is this thing?
A chainsaw can’t even cut through his skin!”
This was a voice with a thick French accent.
Frenchie.
“Then think of another way!
Poison gas?
Strong acid?” Butcher’s voice was full of irritation.
“It’s all useless.
His skin is practically a perfect defensive layer.” Frenchie seemed somewhat frustrated.
Hughie’s voice trembled: “We…
are we in big trouble?
He’s a member of The Seven!”
“Shut up, Hughie.
We’re in this together now.” Butcher said coldly.
The basement fell into a brief silence.
Lucas knew that Frenchie would soon think of that “brilliant” idea.
Sure enough.
Not long after, Frenchie suddenly shouted excitedly.
“Wait!
His skin is bulletproof, indestructible.”
“But…
what about his insides?”
“What do you mean?” Butcher asked.
“He has to eat, he has to excrete, right?
His internal organs must be as fragile as a normal person’s!”
Frenchie’s voice carried a kind of manic joy.
“If we stuff a bomb in his stomach…”
The basement fell into dead silence again.
This idea was too crazy, too disgusting, but also…
too feasible.
“You’re a fucking genius, Frenchie.” Butcher’s voice carried a hint of cruel amusement.
“How long will it take?”
“Give me two hours.
Lucas took a deep breath outside the door.
Time, location, method, all confirmed.
Next, it was just waiting for that fatal moment.
He retreated to a dark corner on the first floor of the factory and sat down cross-legged.
He closed his eyes to rest.
He had to maintain absolute focus.
This concerned whether he could establish a foothold in this world.
Sounds of metal clashing and Frenchie tinkering with explosives drifted from the basement from time to time.
During this time, Translucent woke up once.
He tried to break free from his restraints and even threatened Butcher and the others.
But he was quickly knocked unconscious again by Butcher with a high-voltage electric shock.
Two hours later.
The sounds in the basement stopped.
“Done.” Frenchie’s voice came through.
“Are you sure this thing will work?” Butcher asked.
“Of course.
I wrapped the C4 in a specially made zinc casing and inserted it through a tube.
As long as you press this detonator…”
Frenchie paused, “Boom.
He’ll turn into a pile of mush.”
Lucas opened his eyes.
It was time.
He stood up, like a cheetah ready to strike, and slowly walked toward the basement entrance.
Inside the basement.
Translucent was locked in a specially made iron cage.
His face was pale; he had clearly realized what had been stuffed inside his body.
Butcher held a black detonator in his hand, looking at him coldly.
“Talk, tell me the secrets of Vought International.” Butcher pressed him.
Translucent was still trying to argue, even using Homelander to threaten Butcher.
But Butcher was unmoved.
“Hughie.”
Butcher suddenly handed the detonator to the trembling Hughie nearby.
“You press it.”
Hughie was so scared he backed away repeatedly.
“No…
I can’t kill anyone.
I’m not a murderer.”
“He killed Robin!
He deserves to die!” Butcher roared, forcefully shoving the detonator into Hughie’s hand.
“This isn’t just for Robin, this is for everyone!
Press it!”
Hughie held the detonator with trembling hands.
His eyes were filled with struggle.
Morality, fear, and anger were intertwining wildly.
Frenchie watched from the side, saying nothing.
Seeing the detonator in Hughie’s hand, Translucent seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
He began to frantically exploit Hughie’s weakness.
“Hughie, you’re a good person.
You don’t want to kill me.
If you kill me, you’ll be just like us.”
“Put the detonator down, and we’ll pretend nothing ever happened.”
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Hughie’s breathing became rapid.
His thumb rested on the red button, but he couldn’t bring himself to press it.
Butcher’s eyes turned cold.
He knew Hughie might not be able to do it.
He prepared to snatch the detonator back and press it himself.
Just at this critical moment.
“Bang!”
The iron door of the basement was kicked open violently.
The loud noise startled all four people in the basement (including the locked-up Translucent).
Butcher instantly drew his pistol and pointed it at the door.
Frenchie also pulled a dagger from his waist.
Hughie shuddered in fear, and the detonator in his hand almost dropped to the floor.
A figure slowly walked out from the dark doorway.
Wearing a tattered jacket, his face was pale, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright.
Lucas.
“Who are you?!” Butcher demanded sharply, his finger already on the trigger.
If the other person made any sudden move, he would shoot without hesitation.
Lucas ignored Butcher’s gun barrel.
His gaze was locked firmly onto the black detonator in Hughie’s hand.
“Me?”
A strange smile curled on the corner of Lucas’s mouth.
He didn’t say another word of nonsense.
His current speed was 15 points; although it couldn’t compare to Supes, in his current state of high mental concentration, the speed he unleashed far exceeded that of a normal person.
He exerted force with his legs and rushed toward Hughie like a cannonball.
“Fire!” Butcher roared.
“Bang!
Bang!”
Butcher fired two shots in quick succession.
The bullets hit Lucas’s chest accurately.
Blood splattered.
But Lucas didn’t even frown.
The gunshot wounds, which would have been fatal to a normal person, caused not even a second of hindrance under the effect of his infinite recovery ability.
The bullets were forcibly pushed out of his body, and the wounds healed instantly.
Hughie was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.
He stood there blankly, watching the man who was still sprinting toward him after being shot.
Lucas rushed in front of Hughie.
He didn’t attack Hughie but reached out directly and snatched the detonator from Hughie’s hand.
The action was clean and neat, without any hesitation.
Butcher and Frenchie were both stunned.
They had never seen someone who could get shot, not die, and still run so fast.
“What the hell kind of monster are you?!” Butcher roared, preparing to fire again.
But Lucas had already backed away two steps.
He held the black detonator tightly in his hand, his thumb pressed firmly against the red button.
He turned his head and looked at Translucent locked in the iron cage.
Translucent was also completely bewildered at this moment.
He didn’t know who this lunatic who had suddenly rushed in was, nor did he know what he wanted to do.
“Hey, invisible freak.”
Lucas looked at Translucent, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.
“In your next life, don’t hide in the women’s restroom again.”