Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

New York, suburbs.

Abandoned by Morgan and the others, Butcher smashed open a car parked on the side of the road, ripped open the skid plate, found the starter wire, rubbed it a couple of times, and started the car.

"Fuck, a bunch of bitches can fly, but I'm the only one who can't..."

Boucher drove and cursed as he headed toward Walter's suburban estate.

That place wasn't his refuge, but as the person who knew him best, he knew that after the virus was created, he would never use this world rashly, but would instead find a test subject.

The closest place to here, in the Walter Manor in the suburbs of New York, is an excellent experimental subject—the Thing.

If I were nearby right now, I definitely wouldn't miss such a good test subject...

……

Swish!

As Boucher drifted through the corner, the next moment...

"boom--"

It wasn't that his car overturned; rather, a "T-Shaped Shield" with countless cracks on its surface slammed into the windshield, bringing his car to a sudden stop.

"My hair, what's going on?"

The moment he stepped out of the car, a deep, resonant voice rang out:

"Fuck you, Butcher!"

Across from them was the soldier boy searching for Butcher. He hadn't followed the Homelander's orders completely, nor had he waited at Water for the locomotive to appear. Instead, he had come out alone to search for Butcher.

That despicable man in black robes and a long beard deceived his own feelings. He had clearly been prepared to uphold the promise of righteousness and kill his own son...

But the other party actually betrayed him and joined forces with the enemy to attack him for a child that wasn't even his own!

That sentence:

"He's my wife's child!"

It dealt him a heavy blow, and even now he still can't get over it.

So, without notifying Homelander, he went out alone to look for Butcher and, through the car list, found the name "Damn Old Tang" among a group of suspicious vehicles.

This was the name he used when he was working with Butcher.

So he waited on the other party's only route, and has been doing so ever since...

With his excellent eyesight, he spotted Butcher driving at a glance. Although it was strange that the other party wasn't driving a vehicle listed on the manifest, it didn't matter!

He stopped him with a shield.

……

Boucher stared at the person before her, completely taken aback. Wasn't this the soldier boy?

Why did they come looking for me...?

"Hey, Buddy, you've got the wrong person!"

Butcher gave the soldier boy a wicked grin, indicating that he was not the person the soldier was looking for.

"Nonsense!"

"Boucher, do you think I'm blind?"

The soldier boy ignored this, assuming it was just an excuse, and without further ado, immediately drew his gun and fired three shots at Butcher.

After the three shots were fired, Butcher stood still, without moving an inch.

"Hey, Buddy, you're serious about shooting me?"

In Morgan's world, guns are barely more useful than firewood, yet the other side actually used a gun to attack...

The soldier boy wasn't surprised to see Butcher unharmed; Homelander had already told him about him, and his temporary ability had become permanent.

"So, you really are a superhuman after all..."

"So what if I am? Get out of the way, Daddy doesn't have time to play with you right now..."

"Fuck you! You're asking for it!"

Upon hearing this, the soldier boy immediately stepped forward, eager to engage him in close combat. However, would Butcher, who was on a mission, allow the other man to do as he wished?

Compared to heroes like Homelander in White, who benefited from the Hero Association and received enhancements and breakthroughs, Butcher did not achieve much of a breakthrough.

Even injecting the Hulk's power was just a way of dyeing his hair green...

With his current strength, he is far inferior to the soldier boy, not to mention that the other party also has a chest cannon.

Without a word, Butcher ran away from the soldier boy.

The other party is not the mission target, so there's no need to fight him to the death.

As Butcher escapes, a simple yet extraordinary superhuman chase officially begins...

The two engaged in a tug-of-war on the main road at a speed far exceeding that of elementary school students.

……

"Thick mud crab! Stop chasing me! I've already told you I'm not the Cheshire you know!"

"Fuck you, do you think there are two Butchers?"

Looking at the soldier boy she couldn't shake off, Butcher felt a surge of annoyance.

This can't go on...

Fate was on Boucher's side, and a turning point soon arrived.

After he turned a corner, he was pleasantly surprised to find an unlocked shared bicycle on the side of the road!

The moment he saw it, Butcher didn't hesitate; he went straight up and ran.

Watching the soldier boy gradually fall behind, he didn't forget to turn back and extend his middle finger in mockery:

"Fuck you, soldier boy!"

"Daddy can just grab a shared bike and you'll be running like crazy!"

The boy soldier behind him chased after him for a few steps, but could only watch helplessly as Butcher got further and further away. He could only curse Butcher in his heart and had no choice but to stop.

Damn it!

The term "shared bikes" isn't actually made up!

……

Seeing the other person disappear at the end of the street, the soldier boy reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He had failed to catch him this time, but next time would be much harder!

But the moment he gave up and turned back...

His pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead.

Thick Gift Crab, what did he see? In the opposite direction from which Butcher had fled, there was another Butcher driving by.

Moreover, the car he was driving was one of the vehicles listed on the vehicle registration list!

"Fuck you, what's going on?"

At that moment, the soldier boy's worldview was directly and tremendously impacted.

Butcher... isn't he?

He looked back at Butcher, who had ridden away on a shared bicycle, and at Butcher, who was driving up in front of him.

Two Butchers?

No, that's impossible! It's definitely that kid Butcher who's actually become a speedster!

He's making fun of himself!

No wonder I couldn't catch up with him. Now I understand. If he was a speedster, it all makes sense!

The soldier, the boy who didn't fight internally, comforted himself in an instant.

Gazing at the approaching vehicle in the distance, he exerted force with his wrist again, hurling the Eagle Shield, which he had retrieved after the previous throw, at another Bucher.

This time, he used all his strength!

A force powerful enough to completely pierce through a vehicle!

"Madman, Butcher, how dare you...play me!"

The shield slammed into the vehicle like a cannonball.

Seated there, besides Boucher in the main seat, was Hugh in the secondary seat.

And in Hugh's hand, there was also a bottle... "World-Destroying Virus"!