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

"Sir? Have you found the invisible man?"

After frantically replying to Qi Mu's message, Homelander finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the red dot below the pinned contact.

Ashley's voice message sounded a little nervous.

"No, when I arrived, a Frenchman used a feint to buy them time to escape."

Homelander called Ashley, and he shook his head as he spoke.

"They also left behind mockery of Walter."

Homelander's voice carried a hint of anger, but it was much better than before when he replied to Qi Mu's message.

"My God, how dare they!"

Ashley answered the phone and listened to Homelander's words, her face showing surprise.

People from the motherland won't be angry about this, and they won't blame her.

She has already tried her best to investigate.

(Annika (the intelligence department's servant): So? Pressure on a servant?)

"Hehe, isn't this interesting?"

"They left me with an empty basement, dark, damp, and smelling of urine."

The man from the motherland spoke with a forced smile.

"Ashley, have the company send people over to thoroughly search this basement."

"I'd like to see how these super villains provoke me."

"The man from the motherland said through gritted teeth."

"Oh, sir, I understand. I'll arrange for someone to go immediately."

Ashley breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw that Homelander didn't blame her, and she loosened her grip on her hair.

After hanging up the phone, Homelander looked at the coffee jelly that hadn't replied, his lips slightly pursed.

He glared at the damned abandoned restaurant. If it weren't for the Invisible Man and these shady rats causing trouble, he would be enjoying a delicious meal with his wonderful son on the streets of Manhattan!

"Shit!"

After muttering a curse, Homelander took a deep breath, then leaped into the air and flew back towards Vought Building.

After all, five minutes is enough time for a car to drive from the suburbs of New York to a distance and merge into traffic.

Even if Homelander had superhuman eyesight and hearing, he couldn't find that damn Frenchman who looked gay in the dense traffic of New York.

The scene then returns to the dense traffic.

Butcher, Hughie, and French, filled with the excitement of surviving a close call, kept glancing at the sky for any figures flying by.

"Fu*k, Butcher! Do you know what you're doing?"

French started cursing at Butcher, who was driving a pickup truck.

"Hold down, bro, don't be so angry."

"Now that you're on this ship, you might as well stay on it and see it through to the end."

Butcher's tone remained flippant as he winked at French.

"Shit, you know perfectly well what the consequences of going against Walter will be."

French looked at Butcher's profile and spoke to him in a hoarse voice.

"Well, we all know that."

Butcher looked away and focused on driving the pickup truck.

"Wait, back then? You guys went up against Walter?"

Hughie, sitting in the back seat, leaned out and asked Butcher and French with a bewildered look on his face.

"Oh, Hughie, you're a smart kid, you shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing."

French turned to look at Hughie, his eyes filled with sympathy.

"Screw him, his girlfriend got hit by a train and he got cornered in a convenience store by an invisible man and almost got beaten to death."

Butcher rolled his eyes, took one hand off the steering wheel, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and gestured to French.

"Depend on."

French lit a cigarette for Butcher.

"Frankie, you know, people like us can't escape our fate."

"We are sinners, and we are also judges."

After Butcher finished speaking, French fell silent.

Inside the pickup truck, only heavy breathing could be heard, mingling with the cheap smell of cigarettes, making Hughie in the back seat feel oppressed.

"...So, can someone tell me where we're going?"

"Go find someone."

"Who?"

Hughie asked curiously, while French, standing to the side, had a drastic change in expression.

"No, Butcher, we can't go to him. He won't cooperate with me."

French's voice sounded strained.

"No, he will."

Butcher turned his head to face French, tilted his head slightly, and revealed a smug smile.

"At least, after I beat you up."

Inside the office of a juvenile detention center.

The burly black man sat in the chair, rolled his eyes as he looked at the familiar face who had appeared before him.

"Come on, Butcher, I'm an administrator now."

"I want to live a peaceful life now."

Looking at Butcher, whose intentions were all too obvious, Marvin (breast milk) waved his hand at him.

"Hey bro, we're all animals."

Butcher looked at the breast milk in front of him and slowly approached her.

"No, no, no, I am a beast with a conscience, but you, Butcher, my brother, you are a pure beast."

The breast milk shook its head and spoke to Butcher.

"The invisible man we just killed."

Butcher walked over to the breast milk and spoke to him in a boastful tone.

Breast milk's pupils contracted, and his expression changed. He looked at Butcher in disbelief; Butcher wouldn't lie about something like this.

"Holi shit, how did you guys even feel that?"

"This is so... awesome."

The breast milk head pressed close to Butcher, asking excitedly and curiously.

"That's simple. Although the invisible man's outer shell is as hard as a turtle's, his insides are still the same as an ordinary person's."

Butcher grinned wickedly, making a finger-insertion-in-a-circle motion with his hands.

"All you need to do is stuff a bomb into his fucking anus and then detonate it."

His hands suddenly parted.

"Boom, our invisible man will turn into a puddle of mud."

"Holi craft! You bastard, you're so clever!"

As a former member of the Black Robe Squad, Breast Milk naturally harbors deep hatred for superhumans.

He was genuinely happy to learn that Butcher had killed the Invisible Man.

In their eyes, all superhumans are pests.

They should all die.

Especially the lamplighter.

"Well, before the invisible man died, we got some useful information out of him."

"The engine of the Seven Heroes frequently goes to the Claw Woman's house, where there seems to be something."

"Maybe... we can wipe out that bunch of bastards in one fell swoop."

Butcher made grand promises while talking about breast milk.

"I can guarantee that nothing like what happened to Mallory will ever happen again this time."

His pupils met the breast milk, sincere and filled with trust in his companion.

"Shit, I agree, but you have to promise me that I won't cooperate with that bastard without French's involvement this time."

"François? I haven't seen him for years."

Butcher looked genuinely sincere and gave the breast a big hug.