Translucent’s pupils dilated instantly.
He saw undisguised killing intent in Lucas’s eyes.
“No!
Wait!
What do you want?
Money?
Power?
I can give you anything!” Translucent struggled frantically, letting out a desperate roar.
“I want your skin.”
Lucas said calmly.
Then, without hesitation, his thumb pressed down hard on the red button of the detonator.
“Click.”
A faint mechanical sound.
Time in the basement seemed to stand still at this moment.
Immediately after.
“Boom—rumble—”
A muffled sound, extremely deep, as if coming from the depths of hell, erupted inside Translucent’s body.
It was the sound of C4 explosives detonating within an extremely narrow, enclosed space.
Translucent’s indestructible Metacarbon Skin had become the perfect “pressure cooker” at this moment.
The energy of the explosion could not be released outward and could only rage frantically inside his body.
“Pfft—”
Translucent’s body, like an over-inflated balloon, instantly expanded to its limit.
Then, from his seven orifices and every pore, scarlet blood mist and flesh fragments sprayed out.
He didn’t even have time to let out a scream.
His entire body was torn to pieces by the terrifying power of the internal explosion.
Viscera, bones, and blood were blown into the finest fragments, splattering radially onto the walls, ceiling, and iron cage of the basement.
Even that layer of supposedly indestructible Metacarbon Skin was torn into countless fingernail-sized fragments by the immense internal pressure.
The thick smell of blood and gunpowder smoke instantly filled the entire basement.
A gruesome firework of flesh and blood.
Hughie was sprayed with blood and flesh, collapsing to the ground in terror and vomiting violently.
Butcher and Frenchie also instinctively took a few steps back, using their arms to block the spraying flesh.
There was a deathly silence in the basement.
Only the sound of Hughie vomiting and the “drip” of blood hitting the floor could be heard.
Lucas stood where he was.
His body was also covered in Translucent’s blood.
But he did not dodge.
In his mind, that crisp, cold mechanical electronic voice rang out like heavenly music.
[Ding—]
[Judgment successful.]
[Host killed a Supes: Translucent.]
[Depriving core ability…
Deprivation successful.]
[Performing ability enhancement and evolution…]
[Congratulations to the host, obtained enhanced abilities: Absolute Stealth / Carbyne Heavy Armor.]
[Ability Description:]
[Absolute Stealth (Enhanced): Not only achieves perfect optical invisibility but also eliminates the host’s infrared heat radiation, scent, heartbeat, and breathing sounds.
In the invisible state, the host is like a true ghost, unable to be detected by any conventional technology or super-sensory abilities (such as Homelander’s super hearing/X-ray vision).]
[Carbyne Heavy Armor (Enhanced): The host’s skin and bone structure are reconstructed with carbyne material (carbyne is several times harder than ordinary Metacarbon Skin).
It not only possesses extreme physical defense, capable of resisting large-caliber armor-piercing rounds and high explosives, but also completely eliminates the fatal flaw of the original ability, “internal fragility.” The host’s internal organs also receive a certain degree of reinforced protection.]
[Note: This ability has been permanently fused into the host’s genes.]
Lucas closed his eyes.
He could feel his body undergoing earth-shattering changes.
The surface of his skin seemed to be covered by an invisible, intangible, and indestructible membrane.
The density of his bones was increasing rapidly, becoming heavier and harder than steel.
More miraculously, as long as he thought about it, he could feel his body “disappearing” bit by bit.
It wasn’t turning transparent, but truly, in a real sense, merging with the surrounding environment.
No aura.
No traces.
“It’s done.”
Lucas laughed wildly in his heart.
He had won the gamble!
From a piece of trash beaten into a pulp to now possessing Absolute Stealth and Carbyne Heavy Armor.
Plus his unsolvable “Absolute Immortality.”
Now, he finally had the confidence to flip the board in this perverted world!
He slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the three men opposite who were still in shock.
Butcher held his gun, staring at him intently.
“Who the fuck are you?” Butcher’s voice was hoarse, filled with extreme vigilance and a trace of imperceptible wariness.
He had just seen with his own eyes this person take two of his shots, yet still snatch the detonator like nothing happened, and then unhesitatingly blow a member of “The Seven” to pieces.
This was definitely not an ordinary person.
This was a madman even more terrifying than Translucent.
Lucas casually threw away the detonator in his hand.
“Clatter.”
The detonator fell into a pool of blood.
He looked at Butcher, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.
“Me?”
Lucas wiped the blood off his face.
“You can call me…
a passing, helpful citizen.”
“After all, I saw this little brother couldn’t bring himself to do it, so I just helped out.” He pointed at Hughie, who was still vomiting on the ground.
“Helped out?” Butcher sneered, “Do you have any idea what you just did?
You killed a cash cow for Vought.
“Then let them look.” Lucas shrugged, looking indifferent.
He now had the enhanced Absolute Stealth; it would be harder for Vought International to find him than finding a needle in a haystack.
“What exactly do you want?” Butcher’s hand holding the gun did not relax in the slightest.
He absolutely did not believe there was such a thing as a “helpful citizen” in the world.
This person had tracked them all the way here and snatched the kill at the most critical moment; he definitely had ulterior motives.
Lucas looked at Butcher’s guarded face.
He knew it wasn’t time for a full-scale contact with The Boys yet.
Butcher and his crew were a bunch of desperadoes; getting mixed up with them, while exciting, would also easily expose himself.
His current priority was to continue lying low, familiarize himself with his newly acquired abilities, and wait for the 10 points of attributes to refresh tomorrow from the system.
You have to eat one bite at a time, and grind monsters one by one.
“What I want, you will know in the future.”
Lucas took a step back, retreating into the shadows.
“Now, Translucent is dead, and your trouble has just begun.
Vought International will soon discover he is missing.
Good luck, Mr.
Butcher.”
Butcher’s pupils shrank violently.
“How do you know my name?!”
He shouted sharply, simultaneously aiming his gun at the position where Lucas had been.
But there, it was already empty.
Right under Butcher’s nose, the man in the tattered jacket, just like a drop of water merging into the sea, vanished into thin air.
No sound.
No infrared heat source.
No traces whatsoever.
Just as if he had never existed.
Butcher gasped.
He turned his head sharply to look at Frenchie.
“Frenchie, did you see that?
Where did he go?”
Frenchie also had a look of having seen a ghost, scanning the air with a homemade detector.
“Nothing.
There’s nothing.
He’s gone.
Even more thoroughly than Translucent disappeared!”
Butcher gritted his teeth.
He glanced at the flesh of Translucent all over the floor, then at the empty shadows.
His intuition told him that this mysterious man who had appeared suddenly, could not be killed, and could vanish into thin air, would be an even bigger problem than Vought International.
“What the fuck kind of world is this…” Butcher cursed under his breath.
And at this moment.
Less than two meters away from Butcher.
Lucas, in the [Absolute Stealth] state, was watching Butcher’s livid face with great interest.