Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

As the smoke cleared, the locomotive removed its goggles and wiped the blood from half of its face.

That flying kick almost shattered his jawbone. His gaze towards the person in front of him was filled with solemnity and unconcealed shock.

"Charlotte!"

He clutched his shoulder, letting out a desperate scream. The outburst had put extra strain on his heart, which was now pounding like a drum, as if it were about to burst out of his throat.

With his beloved's fate unknown, the locomotive was extremely anxious, panting heavily, but dared not make any rash moves, because the man beside him was watching him intently.

"And who are you? How can you be so fast?!"

In his memory, apart from the few speedsters of the same level that he knew well, among other superhumans, there was only one person who could easily keep up with his speed, and that was Homelander.

The only difference is that I am at least a teammate of my countrymen, while the person in front of me is a formidable enemy!

He is hostile to Walter and enjoys causing trouble for the Seven...

The train engine, its not-so-bright little brain suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and it immediately thought of the superhuman criminal wanted by Vought. Its eyes widened, and its voice trembled involuntarily as it blurted out, "Hooligan Fuck! You're a villain!"

It's no wonder that Train didn't recognize him immediately. The Rean in front of him was so different from the wanted poster released by Vought that it was even more difficult for Train, a foreigner who was bad at recognizing Asian faces, to tell him apart.

They were completely different in appearance. The villain was only about 1.7 meters tall and very thin, and he wore a signature black trench coat.

The man in front of them was not only muscular with broad shoulders, but also had prominent muscles, making him appear to be nearly 1.9 meters tall.

"It's the real deal, but this nickname sounds a bit like a villain, which I don't really like." Rean nodded slightly, then shook his head rather unhappily.

The Invisible Man is one thing, but Black is absolutely wicked. Over the years, he has done countless dirty jobs for Vought behind the scenes. Killing him would be like saving the American people from their misery.

These onlookers not only don't know how to be grateful, but they also took it upon themselves to label themselves as villains without his permission.

In response, Rean said that when he becomes strong enough to stop eating beef, he will definitely teach these troublemakers a lesson.

Locomotive stared at Rean, somewhat bewildered. "Why? Why are you doing this? What good will it do you to go against Vought? Do you want to be a superhuman vigilante? This isn't Gotham."

Bro, you don't even have a decent cape.

"Don't try to think about such profound questions with your drug-damaged brain."

Rean crunched half of the candy in one bite, held up the candy stick and laughed arrogantly, "There aren't that many right and wrong answers. Reasons are just excuses to convince yourself. Walter blocked my way, so it had to disappear. It's that simple."

The locomotive gaped, thinking this guy must be crazy. Even the Homelander wouldn't dare say something so outrageous.

He gave up on trying to persuade him; it was pointless to reason with such a self-righteous madman.

The locomotive shook its head slightly and said to Rean, "No matter what your purpose is, I cannot tell you the source of Compound No. 5. Let me give you a piece of advice: you can't afford to mess with the people involved in this matter."

Give me back Compound V and let us leave. I guarantee with my integrity that I won't report you to higher-ups.

"Such childish talk, are you kidding me? Now that I'm standing here, do you expect me to pretend nothing happened?"

Rean glanced at him in surprise, then a playful smile appeared on his face. "But you can go save your little girlfriend first, I won't stop you."

The locomotive frowned, unsure of what he was up to. He looked Rean up and down. "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes." Rean was a little surprised. Isn't it common sense that foreigners generally regard Asians as Koreans or Japanese?

The locomotive driver, now reassured, quickly replied, "I know an old Eastern proverb: 'A gentleman's word is his bond.' You keep your promise, don't you?"

Rean raised an eyebrow, smiled with relief, and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

"Thank you!" the locomotive said in broken Chinese, caught his breath, took two steps back, and then pounced on the spot where the woman with the claws was buried. He frantically dug through the concrete fragments with both hands, seemingly unaware that his nails were breaking and bleeding.

Rean glanced at Frenchie and Sherry, who were hiding in the shadows, and gestured for them to leave.

With the locomotive's tireless efforts, the collapsed roof was hollowed out, and soon the people buried below could be seen.

"Hold on! Baby! Your little train is here, darling!" His heart skipped a beat, and he used both hands to lift the stone slab weighing hundreds of pounds off the woman with her claws.

"Charlotte!" The locomotive wept with joy, embracing the hooded person in its arms. Exhausted, the person in its arms seemed especially heavy.

"Hmm... um..."

The person in his arms was curled up, their head buried in his chest, emitting a low groan. Their body was stiff, and the locomotive felt as if he were holding a steel plate.

The locomotive assumed she was just terrified and hugged her tightly with heartache. "Don't be afraid, we're safe now. I'll take you away from here."

Rean stood not far away, watching this tale of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress, barely suppressing a laugh. "Tsk tsk, how loyal and righteous! Locomotive, aren't you afraid of strangling your girlfriend to pieces with that tight grip?"

"Fuck you!" The locomotive turned around, gave the middle finger, gently put down the person in his arms, and turned to face Rean.

He clenched his fist, put his goggles back on, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I've thought it through. You just happened to keep up with my speed. I'll give you one last chance. Hand over Compound Five, or I'll force you to take action."

Having confidence is a good thing, but being overconfident is foolish.

Rean didn't take his threat seriously at all, staring at him indifferently. "Your so-called top speed is only relative to ordinary people. In the eyes of people who are faster than you, it's no different from a tortoise crawl. You dare to say you're the fastest with a speed of just over Mach? It's utterly ridiculous."

This calm tone, however, sounded like mockery and provocation to the locomotive, immediately crossing his bottom line.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm the fastest man in the world! Bitch!" The locomotive roared, and as it moved at high speed, it seemed as if it was wrapped in a light blue gale.

But this time he was smarter. Instead of launching a surprise attack from the front, he circled Rean at high speed, using centrifugal force to create layers of afterimages, as if he had countless clones, which dazzled the eyes and confused the opponent's vision, making it impossible for them to determine the location of his true body.

"He has a bit of a fighting spirit, but it's meaningless."

Rean stood in the center, offering a nonchalant comment, arms crossed, his expression remaining calm.

The locomotive held its breath, rapidly alternating its legs, thinking he was bluffing. It didn't notice that although Rean's body remained motionless, his calm brown eyes, which never strayed from the real figure, were constantly following it by slightly tilting his head or turning his neck.

"I can't hold out for long, I have to finish him off as soon as possible..." Locomotive said seriously. His opponent was, after all, a ruthless man who had killed Xuanse in a one-on-one fight, so he had to show him the least respect. On the other hand, he was also afraid that his physical abilities were not as good as the villain's.

If he were to rush in recklessly, the outcome would be almost predictable: either both sides would be severely injured, or he himself would be reduced to a pile of minced meat. This was not the result he wanted.

So before he ran, he secretly pulled a steel bar from the ruins and hid it behind his back.

Little did he know, Rean had already seen through his little tricks.

Just as the locomotive was about to strike a fatal blow from behind Rean's head, a strange smile appeared on Rean's lips. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, his right hand, as if it had precognitive abilities, lightly lifted up.

It blocked the train's fatal blow precisely at the point where it was about to land.

Bang!

The steel bar immediately bent under stress. The locomotive was shocked to see this, realizing that its full-force attack hadn't even broken the opponent's arm!

"This is impossible! How can a person's wrist be so hard?!"