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

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"Ah, I think I've found it. Come in."

Rory pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a sealed document.

His expression was somewhat serious.

Rod frowned slightly. He took the documents from Rory, opened them, and quickly skimmed through them.

[Apocalypse Knight]

His gaze was fixed on Kenji's title.

That incredibly eye-catching title.

And that brief yet incredibly impressive record.

He first defeated Bomb Vision and Torpedoes head-on, then nearly killed Homelander, and was finally defeated by Vought's mysterious superhuman.

Bomb vision and torpedoes are two old things that the Air Force and Navy have kept as treasures for decades.

According to Soldier Boy, superhumans are like fine wine, getting better with age.

The old-fashioned bomb sight and torpedo were chased by the [Apocalypse Knight] for almost forty or fifty kilometers.

Homelander, Vought's most powerful superhuman on the surface, was also almost killed by this guy.

"Is it troublesome?"

Susan looked at Rod, whose smile had frozen, and asked weakly.

"Yeah, it's quite troublesome."

Rod sighed, looked at Susan in front of him, and asked.

"Are you sure it's Kenji? Is the superhuman under your command really his sister?"

Susan nodded.

"From the Black Robe Squad, rescued by French and Butcher."

"The Black Robe Squad, French..."

Rhodes closed his eyes, remained silent for a few breaths, and then spoke:

"I may not be able to let people go."

"But you can come and see him."

"They are terrorists who have committed war crimes."

"He can't leave without presidential immunity."

Susan nodded in understanding.

It seems that Kenji holds a high position in the Flash People's Liberation Army.

"When can we meet?"

"today."

Rhodes said this.

"By the way, could you ask Colonel Mallory if he's available?"

He added to Susan, who was about to leave.

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The roar of military jeeps gradually faded into the distance from the military region.

Susan sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep, her assistant was driving, and she was on the phone.

"Fuc*! Butcher, that Kenji is definitely not someone to be trifled with!"

"The Commander-in-Chief was having a good talk with me, but after seeing Kenji's file, he immediately brought up the President!"

"You'd better not hide any crucial information from me!"

She practically cursed through gritted teeth into the phone.

"..."

"Sorry, but relax, Susan."

"Weren't we having a good talk?"

Butcher could only try to comfort Susan.

Susan is very irritable right now.

"Commander Rhodes wishes to meet with Colonel Mallory."

"You take care of this."

"I'll be back right away. Get the people with you, and we'll go to the military region this afternoon so your superhuman can meet her brother."

"Are you satisfied now?"

Susan genuinely had no idea what Butcher was thinking.

He's just a superhuman subordinate, why do I have to help her meet her brother?

You know, he's a member of a terrorist organization.

A superhuman, to put it nicely, is an important combat force.

To put it bluntly, Walter has a whole bunch of them.

"Thanks."

Butcher's voice came through the phone.

At the same time, there was also the sound of a woman sobbing.

"I will handle Colonel Mallory's matter."

Butcher hung up the phone.

The Black Robe Squad.

Kimiko covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

French gently patted Kimiko's back to comfort her.

Benjamin glanced at the group with some disdain, then noticed the mother breast still looking miserable and resentful.

"Bro, to be honest, your teammates are comparable to my teammates back then."

He patted Butcher on the shoulder and said this.

"Fuc*, at least I still have a few normal people here."

Butcher rolled his eyes.

"several?"

Benjamin glanced flippantly at everyone present.

Butcher patted Hughie on the shoulder.

"Count him in, anyone else?"

Benjamin acknowledged Hughie's normal human nature.

"It would be impolite to ask any more questions."

Butcher gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Well, you're going to Army Headquarters?"

Benjamin glanced at Butcher with a mocking look and changed the subject.

"Yeah, otherwise the internal conflicts within the team would be too great."

"Army headquarters...do I have to go too?"

"Come whenever you want."

"To be honest, my memories are still stuck in the 1980s, back when the Army Headquarters was..."

"Wait".

Butcher turned to look at Benjamin.

"Do you have connections at the Army headquarters?"

"Shit! I'm a soldier boy!"

Benjamin looked at Butcher in front of him with incomprehension.

"If it weren't for the fact that after World War II, Vought and the military decided to hide the information of the first people who injected Compound V, I would probably be an army general by now."

Butcher was somewhat surprised.

Are you sure?

"Nonsense, that Torpedo guy is already a colonel. It's only because of his superhuman status and the fact that the rank of colonel makes it easier to operate that he's already a major general."

Benjamin remembers that during the live broadcast, Torpedo was wearing a naval officer's uniform, which had the rank of senior colonel.

"......"

"That's true, it seems like besides Susan, I can also contact you."

Butcher looked at Benjamin in front of him and nodded thoughtfully.

"Please, I don't want to go back to the army. It was okay during World War II, but it got more and more boring in the army as time went on."

"There are far fewer military thugs now, and... cough cough, it's not even fun to teach them a lesson anymore."

Benjamin said casually.

"Why don't you come with us?"

Butcher has made his decision.

"Are you serious?"

Benjamin looked at Butcher, who pointed to the sky.

"You should know, Clara has always been with me."

"I'm going to the military headquarters, and Clara will definitely come with me."

"You should know that the military doesn't have much affection for superhumans these days."

He reminded Butcher.

"fine."

Butcher waved his hand.

"At worst, we can let her come along."

"..."

Benjamin sighed helplessly.

"Alright, after you finish this, hurry up and find me a mental storm."

"And Xuanse, we still don't know where he is."

Benjamin reminded Butcher.

Butcher nodded.

"Don't worry, you can trust me to handle things."

"uh-huh."

Benjamin turned and went back to his room.

The window was open, and a figure was leaning against it.

"Hey, Ben."

The storm greeted Benjamin.