Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

"So, they're just two idiots. You don't think I'm afraid of them, do you?"

"And that kid, stop baring your teeth at me like that, you're such a wimp."

The CIA provided a secure base for the Black Robe Squad.

Butcher and Hughie located the location of the twin bombs.

Currently, they have helped the soldier boy find the location of the Scarlet Duchess and the gunpowder, and the soldier boy has been very helpful.

Basically, one trip was all it took to easily crush his old teammates.

In Benjamin's words:

"They were a bunch of damn freaks back then, a deformed creation of Walter. They were a pile of rubbish before, let alone now!"

Unlike the original V compound successes such as Soldier Boy, Bomb Vision, and Torpedo, most of the members of the Blood Debt Repayment Squad are superhumans who were later modified V compounds and raised from childhood.

Compared to the soldiers, their character flaws are more pronounced under Wot's deliberate shaping.

This will give Walter a better grasp of them.

After all, the original V compound test subjects either retired or fled after World War II, and none of them joined Vought's camp, relying on their powerful superpowers and military backgrounds.

There was only one soldier boy, who later got bored and was pulled into the Blood Debt Repayment Squad by Stan.

Then in the 1980s, he was betrayed by Xuanse and others, and his old freezer was taken forty years.

"Well, he makes a lot of sense."

Butcher shrugged.

"Moreover, Walter is in complete chaos right now, and Susan is probably going to reveal the V compound at the hearing soon."

"At that time, those superhumans who throw parties won't be laughing anymore."

At this point, Butcher revealed a wicked smile.

"Tell me, what if these self-important superhumans were having a Y-party and suddenly saw an exposé of Compound V on their screens?"

"What will they think?"

It's worth mentioning that almost 99% of superhumans, especially since the 1940s, basically don't know where their superpowers came from.

Vought allied with Christianity and claimed that superhuman abilities were gifts from God.

The origin of this belief stems from a deep abhorrence of fascist wars. As a result, gifted children were given superpowers in the hope that they could act as messengers of God, resolve the wars, and bring benefits to humanity.

The reason was perfectly legitimate, and if it weren't for some old guys in the military who knew the inside story of Vought, they might have applauded it.

Nearly a century has passed, and under the influence of the public opinion environment controlled by the Waters business empire, these statements have long been accepted as facts by the public.

Even Starlight and Deepsea, two members of the Seven Heroes, were unaware of the existence of Compound V.

Superhumans are arrogant, unrestrained, and their animalistic instincts generally outweigh their human instincts.

Here, I must specifically criticize Soldier Boy, the legendary old popsicle who was the first V injector to create Y-Party in 1952.

"Fuc*, I'm sure those cowards will go limp after seeing the news."

Benjamin raised a finger, lifted an eyebrow, and gave his assessment.

"Excellent".

Butcher's lips curled into a smile. It was a pity that Homelander seemed to have known about the existence of Compound V for a long time.

Otherwise, Butcher really wanted to see Homelander's expression when he found out he was actually a god created by Wot.

(John: ...Is it possible that I've known this since I was a child?)

"Let's go find my shitty traitors."

Benjamin changed into his battle suit, picked up his shield, and walked to the car outside the safe house.

By the way, this is a new pickup truck. When the previous Benjamin got in, he thought he only needed to pull the door casually, and accidentally pulled the whole door off.

The scene was very awkward.

Benjamin waited for Butcher to unlock the car door, then opened the door and swaggered inside.

"To be honest, this new car is very much to my liking."

The new pickup truck was sponsored by Susan, with military-grade specifications and a wild appearance. If it were in the 1980s, Benjamin would absolutely love this truck.

Not to mention, the interior space is also very large, and Benjamin could easily do some activities that would help him explore the mysteries of life in the back seat.

"Well, you should thank Susan."

Butcher opened the driver's side door, plopped down in, and let out a sigh as he felt the springiness of the leather seat.

"It's so fuc*ing good, the previous car seat felt like it was attacking my anus."

Hughie's eyelids twitched.

He sensed that the two men's language systems were somewhat abnormal.

However, this car is really comfortable to ride in.

Hughie turned on the music next to the passenger seat and played one of his favorite soothing tunes.

"No, choose another one."

Butcher and Benjamin spoke almost one after the other.

"Why? This is a Billy Joel piece."

"I don't listen to piano and rock music."

Benjamin, sitting in the back row, came over and kept switching songs, finally stopping at a very contemporary English tune.

"Nice."

Benjamin lay back down and said with satisfaction.

"Tsk."

Hughie regretted not bringing his headphones with him, otherwise he could listen to music on his phone now.

Butcher looked at Hughie's expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Ready, guys."

"Let's go!"

With the engine roaring like a wild beast awakening, the entire pickup truck began to tremble.

With Butcher stepping on the gas, the pickup truck carrying the three men shot off like an arrow.

"Butcher! Slow down!"

Hughie felt that Butcher was going a little crazy.

"No, no, no! Kid, this is a military zone. You won't see couples like that on the street."

Butcher placed his hand on the gearshift, feeling the powerful push-back sensation, while chatting with Hughie.

"Fu*k! You old bastard!"

Hughie couldn't help but yell at Butcher.

"Haven't he always been?"

Benjamin, feeling the pickup truck's speed from behind, raised an eyebrow.

Although he has only been at the Black Robe Squad's base for a short time, everyone here currently shares the same opinion about Butcher.

A bastard, a beast.

Benjamin expressed his considerable appreciation.

Butcher's personality suited him quite well; he had been called a bastard or a beast quite a few times back in the day.