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

"They're a bunch of freaks."

Benjamin took a deep breath and spoke.

"Actually, you're more of a pervert."

The assistant doctor, seeing Benjamin's exposed genitals, handed him his lab coat.

"...Clara, what's your opinion?"

Benjamin turned to look at Clara, only to see her looking at the researchers' "anime costumes" with great excitement.

"Um, could I have one?"

"No, Dr. Rolner said you're not worthy."

The assistant promptly shook his head.

The storm regretfully withdrew its gaze.

Benjamin didn't understand.

He changed into a white lab coat and, led by the lab personnel, entered the even more bizarre experimental base.

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Benjamin has been in the P&G lab for two days now.

On the first day, he came out of his room in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, but accidentally walked into a dark room.

After turning on the light, a bunch of pink-haired statues appeared in his line of sight, almost scaring him so much that he burst out with a chest-cannon.

The next day, he tried to ask Clara what the pink creature was.

Clara didn't answer him directly, but simply told him that he was that god.

Today is the third day, and Benjamin is not planning to stay here any longer.

He'd had enough.

He had figured it out: this wasn't a laboratory at all, but a large cult gathering place!

It's obvious that Clara has been brainwashed, which is why she brought me here.

Fortunately, no one here is stronger than him.

He can leave whenever he wants.

Therefore, on the morning of the third day, Benjamin ran out of the experimental base and walked for a full ten minutes before finally meeting the people.

Waters has excellent medical technology.

Butcher suffered multiple fractures, but with the help of Rorna's professional team, he was able to get out of bed and move around in just a few days.

He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, making a phone call to Hughie and others.

"Hey, Hughie, it's me, Butcher."

Through Susan, Butcher contacted Hughie and the others.

"Butcher? You're alive! Thank God!"

Hughie on the other end of the phone was taken aback at first, then let out a happy sound.

"Well, I'm an asshole, and assholes don't die so easily."

"I really gave that Homelander guy a good beating!"

There was static on the other end of the phone.

"Fu*k, Butcher, can you even beat Homelander? Stop bragging."

French's teasing voice came from the other end, followed by the sound of breast milk.

"Butcher, we're in a safe house provided by the CIA now. We're safe. How are things on your end?"

The noise disappeared.

It was clear that the members of the Black Robe Squad were concerned about Butcher's situation.

"Well, I live next to Becca now."

Butcher paused for a moment, then smiled.

"......"

A string of curses erupted from the other end of the phone.

After the cursing subsided, Breast Milk and French offered Butcher a heartfelt blessing.

"Congratulations, you bastard."

"Well, don't worry, our mission isn't over yet."

"Although I've obtained information about Compound V, I'm completely clueless about the internal situation at Vought."

Becca didn't tell Butcher what was going on inside Walter; she didn't want Butcher to end up like the other world, looking so haggard.

The other end of the phone went silent.

"So...you're coming back?"

"Hmm, I haven't settled my score with Homelander yet."

In fact, Butcher had considered living here with Becca forever.

But it's too awkward.

This is Vought's territory, and Homelander falls from the sky every now and then.

What he really wanted was to take Becca away, return to their familiar little home, and live a normal life.

Therefore, what he needs to defeat is not Homelander, but the entire Vought.

"Wow, bro, you sound like you have a lot of potential."

A voice rang out behind Butcher.

Butcher's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head to meet the gaze of a pair of sexy eyebrows.

"Who are you?"

Butcher hung up the phone, looked at the man in the white T-shirt in front of him, squinted, and asked.

"Soldier Boy, the greatest superhuman of the last century."

Butcher raised an eyebrow slightly, looked at the soldier boy in front of him, and said with interest:

"Wow, Soldier Boy, what a famous and important figure."

"Heh, I thought nobody remembered me anymore."

Benjamin plopped down next to Butcher, grabbed a can of beer from his table without any hesitation, and violently pulled open the tab.

"Of course, after all, the greatest superhuman right now is Homelander."

Benjamin frowned slightly and said:

"He's just a little kid."

"A fake superhero created by Vought International."

"Has he ever been to the battlefield?"

Benjamin took a sip of beer and savored it.

"The taste is just average."

"It doesn't look like it's been sitting around for very long."

Butcher shrugged, thinking that the soldier boy in front of him might be a good help.

"So, you don't like Homelanders?"

"I'm not that petty, and besides, I have a lot on my plate."

"I still have many people I want to avenge."

Benjamin finished his beer and casually tossed the can on the ground.

"Those guys from back then, they all have to die."

Butcher raised an eyebrow and gave a cooperative "Wow".

"Those guys from back then... the Blood Debt Pays Off Squad?"

"uh-huh."

Benjamin nodded.

"I didn't die! I was betrayed by those damned bastards and sent to the Soviets' lab, where I've been frozen in that damn cryo-chamber ever since!"

"Well, in that case, I have an idea."

Butcher stood up, his tough-looking face leaning towards Benjamin.

"Why don't we cooperate? I'll help you find those traitors, and you help me defeat Homelander."

"I can find them myself."

Butcher scoffed.

"What do you rely on? Do you know how to use Bluetooth? The internet? GPS?"

"This city is so big, are you going to explore it on foot?"

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, pointed at Butcher, and said:

"You made up those words."

"I trust my intuition."

He paused, looking at Butcher in front of him, and found himself somewhat admiring the man's tough-guy demeanor.

"However... if you can really help me find those bastards faster, I wouldn't mind beating up that little boy named Homelander for you."

"Clara said he's even stronger than me."