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Chapter 486 You're a genius!
Ma Zhaodi's words made the butcher want to curse.

No, he's already cursing.

"I didn't agree to your conditions, you bastard!"

"So, should I beat you to the point of near death again and then throw you back?"

"I—"

Butcher pulled his mother back just in time, because he saw Ma Zhaodi in the passenger seat had already raised his fist—he had also witnessed the other party's close combat with the Invisible Man yesterday, which was almost a one-sided and complete defeat.

“Now is not the time for you to show kindness.” He patiently restarted the car and then advised, “Homelander will use the chip in his body to locate us, and then none of us will survive a minute.”

"Then—hey, where's your chip installed?"

Ma Zhaodi knocked on the rear window of the car, but his keen hearing could only pick up a whirring sound coming from the trunk, and a dull thud as he banged his head against the car body.

“Well, he might not want to talk about that right now—but we can still ask him for other information.”

"Didn't you already ask him everything last night? There are basically no secrets left in this kid's head—damn it, I really didn't expect Deep Sea to be a grass carp monster."

"Is that the point? The point now is the clutches of the train engine's girlfriend. She definitely knows what the train engine was busy doing that day. You also said that there were no bank police dispatch records at the police station that day—and there's also the lamplighter. There must be a reason why Vought Corporation put him on hold."

"Lamplighter"

Upon hearing the name, the butcher was stunned for a few seconds.

Ma Zhaodi noticed the change in his expression—a deep sense of anger and guilt, emotions rarely seen in a bastard like him.

Do butchers ever feel guilty?
"You knew about this?" he asked. "Why didn't you follow this lead further?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"It seems you do know."

Ma Zhaodi thought for a moment: "But we can talk about this later. There are no related news reports from Water Company, and there is nothing useful in their internal file system. I seriously suspect that they are still using paper-based processes to handle information."

"They certainly won't build their own database online."

The butcher sneered: "A few years ago, they discovered that a super-powered hacker had emerged, who could move freely in the cyber world like an electronic ghost."

Since that day, the superhuman has disappeared, and all the important information about that group of scum has been stored on computers without internet access and in paper documents; they know they can't be brought to light.

"No wonder the three-wheeled vehicle searched for so long without finding anything."

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for this incident, Sanbengzi could have exposed all of Wotter Corporation's secrets in a day. But now, he had to look at Wotter Corporation's abnormal fund flows to find its unusual businesses.

“There are better uses for the Invisible Man. In any case, leave this to me.” Ma Zhaodi asked, “Where are you driving to?”

"Find someone, someone who knows how to kill superhumans."

"Don't bother looking for him, just turn back."

"tsk"

This time, the butcher didn't object. He readily turned the car around and drove back to his safe house. Ma Zhaodi glanced at him silently; the butcher was definitely up to something.

So he took out a capsule directly.

"Do you know what this is?"

"what is this?"

"A small, remote-controlled bomb that explodes as soon as a button is pressed or someone tries to defuse it."

"Why didn't you bring out such a good thing sooner?" the butcher complained. "If you had just fed it to the Invisible Man, he would have died."

“Killing an invisible man doesn’t have to be this complicated.” Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes. “He still needs to breathe, right? Find a bathtub, fill it with water, put him in, and then turn on the electricity—you can do this at home. The whole process takes less than an hour. The invisible man, unable to move or hold his breath from the electric shock, will quickly drown.”

"you"

The moment Ma Zhaodi uttered those words, the butcher's gaze changed. He had initially thought the man was just a brainless, overly kind person willing to do anything foolish for the sake of his moral principles, but now he realized that if this man were to become a criminal, he would certainly be a vicious and ruthless one.

"I've only decided in my heart to kill him, but I haven't even come up with a plan yet; you're telling me I can't kill him, but you've already thought of two plans?!"

The butcher stepped on the gas, seemingly eager to get home and try out Ma Zhaodi's method: "Damn it, Ma Zhaodi, you're a fucking genius! I've never seen such a simple and convenient way to kill a superhuman. Your IQ is definitely over 160!"

“Can you stop making me sound like a serial killer?” Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes. “Think about it carefully. If the chip signal on the Invisible Man disappears, Vought will definitely realize that something is wrong with him; if his chip is sent to a more distant location, Vought will still find that his movement path is abnormal, and Homelander can fly over and find the chip very quickly.”

"But if I feed this capsule to the Invisible Man, it will automatically stick to the Invisible Man's stomach wall, and then I will tell him that if he doesn't behave, I will detonate the bomb directly."

The butcher couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Where did you learn all this stuff? I suddenly feel like you're a lot like me."

"I'm a good person, and what I've learned is all from the experience of veteran heroes. Watch your language."

The two quickly returned to the safe house and moved the invisible man back to the basement.

The entire threatening process went smoothly, except for the step of administering the drug—the Invisible Man refused to open his mouth even when he was dead, so Ma Zhaodi had to go through the trouble of dislocating his jaw before flushing the miniature bomb down his throat with water.

"Don't even think about throwing up. The capsule's outer wall is specially made; it will take root in your stomach." Ma Zhaodi casually put his jaw back in place: "From today onwards, you are our second cannon fodder within the Vought Corporation."

"What exactly do you want?" The Invisible Man slumped to the ground, his face ashen. "If you just want money, I have plenty. Why do you have to go against Vought Corporation?"

"That's simple. Have you ever read superhero comics?"

The butcher remained silent, but the invisible man nodded.

"I've only seen my own."

"As you all know, there are not only superheroes in the world of comics, but also supervillains. Just like there is light and there is shadow, a bad day will always create a bad madman."

Ma Zhaodi patted the Invisible Man on the shoulder: "I don't have a bad day, and I'm not crazy, but this world..."

"We really need a supervillain."

(End of this chapter)