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Chapter 507 died, but only a little bit.
When Franky saw the bloody hole in the back of the woman's head, he was stunned. He clutched his head and became somewhat incoherent.

"Why? How could this happen? Is she dead? Did I kill her?"

"He's dead, but not completely dead, and it can't be said that you killed him."

Ma Zhaodi reached out and checked the woman's heartbeat and breathing again, then shook his head: "She's only slightly dead."

During the short time the two were talking, pink brain tissue gradually appeared in the hole at the back of the woman's head, filling the part of her brain that had been shattered by the bullet.

"Her head was hit and her heart was pierced, but she is still slowly recovering from her injuries. In a little while, about half an hour, even her skull may be able to regenerate. Her recovery ability is almost to the point of being immortal."

Seeing this, Frankie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"But why do you care about her so much?" Ma Zhaodi asked curiously. "In my impression, you're not exactly a traditionally helpful person, are you? Is it just because she's decent-looking? Or do you know each other?"

"We don't know each other, and I didn't want to help her because of her appearance."

"why?"

"I"

Franky hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to speak.

"Is there something you can't say?" Ma Zhaodi didn't press the matter. "Then let's go back first, clean up the blood in the car, and change your clothes. This time the mess we've caused is a bit big, and Walter will definitely notice that someone is up to something."

"It's okay, we're all wearing hoodies and masks, and the coats we're wearing are from the group in the basement."

The woman in the passenger seat took off her sunglasses: "They can only get a rough idea from the surveillance footage at most."

“There’s definitely nothing in the surveillance footage,” Ma Zhaodi said. “I know a little bit about hacking, and I’ve already cut off the surveillance videos from the streets and shops.”

“That’s even better. They only know our approximate height and build now. It’s a pity you didn’t shoot them in the head. If they had been killed, there would have been even fewer clues at the scene.”

“We can’t just kill all the passersby who see us, can we?” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “You have to understand, although I didn’t kill them, their fate will definitely not be good.”

"why?"

"Because this time a large number of Compound No. 5 finished products and an experimental subject were taken away together, it is unlikely that these people will survive when facing the subsequent accountability and evidence cleanup by Vought Corporation. Or rather, they may suffer a fate worse than death. Thinking about it this way, being trapped in a dream as a vegetable may be the best ending."

The mother then realized that they were facing the Vought Corporation, which would stop at nothing to achieve its goals. Murder to silence witnesses was not commonplace for them, but it was certainly one of their methods of handling public opinion.

“I really don’t understand,” he replied. “You say you’re just an ordinary East Asian who’s become friends with Superman and came to New York specifically to deal with Vought, but you don’t seem normal at all.”

"That ridiculous marksmanship of one man suppressing more than a dozen people; that kung fu that could beat even superhumans to a pulp; that silent, ghost-like stealth technique; and that strange gourd you're carrying, and the cat you always have with you."

"Speaking of which, I remember you had two gunshot wounds just now."

The butcher glanced at Ma Zhaodi in the rearview mirror: "Why can't I see the blood on your legs and stomach anymore? Are your injuries healed? You can heal yourself?"

"Our exclusive, specially formulated healing medicine has immediate effects. Do you have any objections?"

Ma Zhaodi threw the trembling, round, green honey worm in his hand at the woman's face.

puff!
Like a water-filled balloon bursting, the emerald green sphere exploded with a "poof," instantly filling the car with a fragrant green mist, carrying the scent of herbs and the sweetness of honey. In just moments, the wounds on the woman's head and chest began to heal rapidly again, and the bullet grazes on Franky, the Butcher, and Breastfeeding also vanished. "You're definitely an Eastern male wizard, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, no."

"Those are the investigators sent here by Tokyo University? Specializing in investigating superhumans?"

The Butcher rubbed his chin: "After all, superhumans are too strange. If something as terrifying as Homelander were to enter the military, it would be a threat to any country."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but laugh: "If Homelander enters the US military system, the first thing to be doomed will be the US—you've investigated Vought for so many years, you don't really think Homelander is a well-behaved and obedient soldier, do you? Do you think the military will be riding on his head, or he will be riding on the military's head?"

".code".

The Butcher couldn't help but curse, because he knew that Ma Zhaodi was right. Right now, the people most afraid of Vought's superheroes are the CIA, the FBI, and people in the government, because they can actually witness the bastards those superheroes do.

“You should now clearly realize that the reason we formed this team is because we share the same goal, not because of our individual identities. In other words, even if I were really sent from the other side, would you still not deal with Walter?”

"How can we know if you're trustworthy in other matters besides Walter? What if you're trying to steal the formula and technology for Compound Five?"

"Then why don't I join Vought? Superman has already changed the Seven to the Eight. Wouldn't it be much safer for me to take a technical role as an inside man than I am now?"

The three were speechless.

It really is.

"Never mind, let's talk about Franky instead."

The butcher changed the subject: "Frankie, why are you so concerned about that woman?"

"Do I really have to ask?"

“We need to make sure you’re not doing these things because you’re influenced by superpowers.”

Franky remained silent for a long time, then suddenly noticed Ma Zhaodi's eyes glancing downwards subtly, and sighed.

"Actually, it's not something difficult to talk about, just some past issues I don't want to mention, but thinking about it carefully, I realize I'll have to face them sooner or later."

“You all know I’m French. I fled from France to Russia, lived there for a while, and then came to New York. But you don’t know why I left my homeland and went so far away, right?”

This statement surprised both the butcher and the breast milk, because after careful recollection, they realized that they really didn't know why their old friend had left France; he rarely seemed to mention his hometown.

“I was very young when my parents divorced. I was living with my mother in Marseille.”

Franky pulled a cigarette from his blood-stained pocket and lit it with a lighter.

“But my father was not satisfied. He went to Marseille, and in the middle of the night, he sneaked into my house and stole me away.”

(End of this chapter)