Emrys' calm demeanor made the already suspicious Butcher hesitant for a moment.
CIA?
No, impossible!
Butcher dismissed the guess; he and the CIA had a cooperative relationship, so they wouldn't go to such lengths.
More importantly, even the CIA didn't know Rebecca's whereabouts.
So, there was only one possibility left. Butcher's veins pulsed on his forehead, his expression shifting, his voice low and hoarse, imbued with anger: "Are you someone sent by the Vought?"
"Butcher, I must remind you." Emrys lifted his leg and kicked the unconscious Invisible Man next to him with his leather shoe, a meaningful curve playing on his lips: "Just now, you and Sir Hughie here assaulted the Invisible Man, one of The Seven. That's a crime, you know."
At these words, the two were abruptly pulled back to the present, looking at the shattered glass everywhere and the blood-stained Invisible Man. A critical problem lay before them!
The Invisible Man, one of The Seven, had discovered Hughie installing a bug in the Vought Group, and he had been knocked out by the two of them.
If the Vought Group found out, Butcher was certain they would be chopped up the next day and dumped into the Pacific Ocean, declared to have committed suicide out of fear.
Especially Hughie, who was just an ordinary person, suddenly caught up in such an event, he immediately panicked.
"It's over, it's over. We're dead, Butcher!"
Hughie was clearly an ordinary person with a weak psychological tolerance; the charge of assaulting one of The Seven was enough to land him in prison for the rest of his life.
"Do me a favor and move him to the trunk." Butcher gave Emrys a deep look, then called out to the stunned Hughie next to him: "Hey, can you stop standing there like an idiot? Come help quickly, if anyone else finds out, we'll be in big trouble!"
"Wait, aren't you a federal agent?"
Hughie suddenly remembered something, as if grasping at a straw, and nervously looked at Butcher: "Quickly call the Federal Government, you guys should be good at handling this kind of thing, right?"
"Unfortunately, Butcher here is not a federal agent."
Emrys looked at the embarrassed Butcher and directly exposed his identity: "At most, he has some cooperation with the CIA, and it's the clandestine kind."
"Shut up!"
Butcher's face turned green with anger, he glared fiercely at Emrys, then turned and shouted at Hughie: "Stop effing standing there like an idiot, come help!"
"Friendly reminder, the Invisible Man isn't dead, he's just been electrocuted unconscious."
Emrys looked like he was enjoying the show.
"Thank God, that's great, he's not dead!"
Hughie immediately felt relieved and sighed: "Butcher, did you hear? He's not dead, we don't need to worry about him anymore."
"Are you an idiot, Hughie!"
Butcher couldn't hold back anymore and swore: "Fucking use your brain and think, he's seen our faces. What will he do to us if he wakes up?"
"I guess it won't be a problem that can be solved with an apology," Emrys interjected.
Hearing this, Hughie couldn't help but shiver.
Although he was naive, he wasn't an idiot. Even thinking with that thing in his pants, he knew it probably wouldn't end well.
"Hey, shut up!" Butcher was already annoyed and glared at Emrys: "If you're not going to help, then get out of our way, don't hinder us!"
"If you don't mind, I can provide a car."
Emrys tossed out a set of car keys and smiled: "A Ford, with plenty of trunk space, I'm sure it can meet your needs."
Hughie took the keys and said blankly: "Thank you, you're really nice man."
Butcher: "..."
He was starting to regret bringing in such an idiot. Would something really go wrong?
To prevent the Invisible Man from breaking free midway, Butcher and Hughie decided to borrow from Eastern rope art, at Emrys' suggestion.
The poor Invisible Man was thus tied up by the two and thrown into the Ford's trunk.
Butcher was driving, the still-shaken Hughie sat in the back, and as for Emrys, he naturally sat in the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?"
Hughie asked nervously.
"I know a guy, he knows what to do."
Butcher held the steering wheel, but his peripheral vision kept glancing at the passenger seat next to him.
"Butcher, please try to focus a little more while driving."
Emrys naturally noticed his small movements and smiled: "I don't want to die young. Unsafe driving leads to tears from loved ones, you know."
"I hope we can talk properly."
Butcher took a deep breath, trying to calm his face, which was contorted with anger.
If it weren't for the possibility that the other party knew Rebecca's whereabouts, he would have punched him by now; that mouth was just too punchable!
"Of course, Butcher."
Emrys smiled and nodded, saying: "I'm very much looking forward to talking with you, but not now, and certainly not here."
Butcher had no objection to this; the most important thing now was to deal with the elephant in the room, or rather, in the trunk!
Soon, Butcher drove to an abandoned factory area.
He parked the car and turned off the engine, then twisted the key and turned to Hughie, shouting: "Hughie, come inside with me."
Butcher dragged the still-confused Hughie, dropped a line to Emrys: "You wait here."
Then, the two entered the factory.
Not long after, Butcher and Hughie emerged from the factory, followed by a skinny Frenchie.
"Fuck, you didn't tell me there were others!" The Frenchie showed a hint of wariness when he saw Emrys: "What's the deal with this dude?"
"Calm down, Frenchie, he's with us for now."
Butcher really didn't know how to explain to Frenchie, so he just bluffed: "Come and see the gift I brought you."
With that, he led Frenchie to the trunk and then opened the lid.
"Fuck, you sons of bitches are dead!"
The trunk clearly seemed empty, but the beautiful national curse made Frenchie's eyes widen, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
Before the Invisible Man could continue swearing, Butcher poked him with a stun gun.
The current crackled, and vaguely a humanoid creature could be seen twisting and twitching in the trunk.
"What the fuck!" At this point, Frenchie finally reacted, grabbing Butcher's collar and roaring at him: "You motherfuckers stuffed the Invisible Man in the trunk?"
"Where else would we stuff him?"
"You god damn idiots!"
"Frenchie, isn't this a nice gift?"
Butcher showed a cunning smile: "It's too late to regret now, that guy has already seen your face man."
"Butcher, you son of a bitch!"
Frenchie cursed wildly in anger, wishing he could shoot the bastard.
He was completely screwed by Butcher this time.
What's the saying? 'With friends like these, I should let my enemies electrocute my balls!'?
He had actually thought Butcher brought something good, but it turned out to be nothing but big trouble!
"Butcher, from an observer's perspective, I must commend your extremely low moral standards, almost on par with Safra." Emrys, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, had gotten out at some point and was leaning against the car door, looking at Frenchie with sympathy.
"Who the hell is this pale ass zombie looking motherfucker?" Frenchie was already fuming and immediately cursed at him without good humor.
"A businessman who happened to pass by," Emrys smiled.
"What's a Safra?" Hughie asked softly.
"Uh, to put it in simple terms, they're a bunch of standardized scum," Emrys explained.
Standardized scum?
Hughie and Frenchie silently looked at Butcher; this description was just too apt.
"I need your help, Frenchie."
Butcher said nonchalantly, very 'sincerely': "If you don't help me, I'll just stay here. That guy has a chip inside him, and you don't want Homelander to find out, do you?"
"This is the last time, Butcher."
Frenchie gave him a cold look, then turned and walked into the factory without looking back: "Bring that guy in, we need to shield the chip in his body, otherwise he'll be discovered very quickly!"
Given the situation, even if he didn't agree, there was nothing he could do.
From the moment the Invisible Man saw his face, he had no way out; he could only follow Butcher down this dark path.
"One Aluminum Foil Man comming right up!" said Hughie.
Butcher and Hughie moved Invisible Man into a secret Room in an abandoned factory and stuffed him into a prepared iron cage.
To prevent the chip inside Invisible Man's body from being located, Hughie was responsible for purchasing shielding aluminum foil, while Frenchie and Butcher busied themselves electrifying the iron cage.
"You're dead, you'd better let me go quickly!"
Even when confined in an electrified iron cage, Invisible Man remained arrogant: "Otherwise, when Homelander comes, he will slaughter all of you!"
"See? You heard him, he said Homelander would slaughter us."
Emrys pulled out his new phone, opened the camera mode, and aimed it at the man in the cage: "Oh my god, it's terrifying. If Homelander finds out we kidnapped one of The Seven, he will definitely use his heat vision to brutally cut us open, turning us into a pile of minced meat! Whatever shall we doooooo!"
"What do you think, Frenchie?"
Butcher, without another word, shoved an electric baton into the cage and turned to look at Frenchie.
Invisible Man convulsed from the shock, but he continued to curse and threaten.
"My idea is to stuff your motherf*cking ass back into your mother's vagina... your father's vagina!"
Frenchie cursed angrily, then lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke: "He can reorganize the carbon elements in his skin, making it as hard as a diamond. It's very difficult to kill him with conventional methods."
This was the source of Invisible Man's arrogance. Although he had been captured, his skin was as hard as a diamond. These few people couldn't possibly kill him.
He had been tortured with Waterboarding 183 times in the Middle East, for a full six months, before he spoke even once.
But did these people have six months?
No, they didn't even have six hours. He had been out of contact for twenty-four hours, and Vought would soon find out.
It wouldn't be long before Homelander found this place and killed all these damn motherfuckers!
"It's not me who's trapped, it should be you instead." Invisible Man laughed even more arrogantly: "If you don't want to die, you'd better let me go now."
Butcher and Frenchie couldn't think of a way to kill Invisible Man in a short time and fell silent.
"I do have a way."
Emrys, not wanting to waste time, leaned against the doorframe and said, "No matter how hard a man's exterior is, his rectum is always warm and soft, isn't it?"
Emrys directly proposed this Thanos proof killing method.
Hughie, returning with the shielding aluminum foil, heard this and looked bewildered.
Butcher and Frenchie, however, showed ambiguous smiles: "He's right, even if his skin is as hard as a diamond, his rectum and internal organs must be soft!"
Invisible Man in the iron cage finally dared not be arrogant, and the mood took a sharp turn: "No, no, no, what do you want? Money? I can give you a lot of money. Let me go, I swear I won't bother you, and as for the bugging device, I promise I won't tell anyone!"
But unfortunately, his promise, in Butcher's eyes, was like waste paper in a toilet: "Go get some good sleep!"
Without another word, he grabbed the electric baton and gave Invisible Man an electric shock therapy session.
"Frenchie, prepare a surprise for this bastard," Butcher said.
"No problem, I'm very good at this."
Frenchie agreed and left with his bag; he needed to buy some raw materials.
"Wait, wait. Aren't you going to interrogate him?" Hughie, standing nearby, finally reacted and said in horror: "You're going to kill him? He's a national treasure, one of The Seven!"
"Sometimes, I really doubt if you have a brain, you're making ME lose IQ!"
Butcher sneered: "This guy has already seen our faces. Do you really think he'll let us go? Or are you planning to wait for Homelander to find out and then have him turn us into roasted chickens one by one with his heat vision?"
"But..."
Hughie's mind was a bit muddled.
Originally, he just wanted to get revenge on A-Train, but how did things get more and more exaggerated?
"I don't have time to explain to you right now. If you don't want to die, keep an eye on that bastard." Butcher handed the electric baton to Hughie, then glanced at Emrys nearby, signaling to talk outside.
Outside, Butcher's mind was filled with his wife, Rebecca, and he eagerly said, "Now, we can talk about your deal."
"Of course, Butcher."
Emrys, like a shrewd and worldly businessman, slowly said: "I provide you with information, and then you are responsible for getting what I want. In return, I will tell you the whereabouts of Ms. Rebecca Butcher. It's that simple, beneficial to both of us, isn't it?"
"Why should I believe you?" Butcher's face was cold, showing deep distrust.
"Your wife was taken into a VIP room by Homelander eight years ago during a Vought party." Emrys' smile remained, and he slowly said: "Three hours later, Rebecca Butcher left the room but disappeared without a trace, officially presumed dead. Am I right?"
Butcher's chest heaved violently, his eyes seemed to be spitting Fire, but he still held back: "What you're saying, the CIA also knows, it can't be used as evidence."
"Well, then, I'll put it another way."
Emrys looked at Butcher with a half-smile, his tone slightly playful: "After your wife was raped by Homelander, she gave birth to a child, and then she was secretly hidden by Vought. This information should be enough to earn your trust, shouldn't it?"
Boom!
A bolt from the blue seemed to flash through Butcher's mind.
He... was cuckolded?!
And, his wife even had a child with Homelander!
"No, impossible, this is impossible!" Butcher's blood rushed, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared hoarsely: "You must be lying to me! This is absolutely impossible!"
"That child is very special, born with superpowers, inheriting Homelander's genes."
Emrys didn't care if he could handle it and continued: "So, Vought takes it very seriously, even hiding Rebecca and the child in a secret park, keeping it even from Homelander."
"Born with superpowers... is very special?" Although Butcher was very angry, he still keenly caught the keyword.
"This is what I want you to help me get."
Emrys' eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "Compound V. Vought Group secretly injects this drug into infants' bodies, thereby creating natural superhumans."
"Whether it's Homelander or Invisible Man."
He stared at the bewildered Butcher, saying word by word: "What gives them superpowers is not God, but Compound V."
Butcher felt a thunderous roar, and his mind went blank.
Superpowers... derived from a drug?!
"No wonder, no wonder Vought... can control so many superhumans! Those sons of bitches!"
Butcher finally understood all those fragmented clues, including the reason for his wife's disappearance and why she was hidden by Vought!
That child inherited Homelander's genes, a true, natural superhuman, without any drug injections!
"As long as I get 'Compound V', you'll tell me my wife's whereabouts, right?"
Butcher already believed him, because something like Compound V could easily be verified.
"That's right, this is our 'deal'."
Emrys handed over a piece of paper: "There are clues on it. With your abilities, it shouldn't be difficult to get it, right?"
"Popclaw?" A name and a phone number were written on the paper. Butcher frowned: "You mean, she has Compound V?"
"Not sure, but it's very likely."
Emrys said with a smile: "She has a good relationship with A-Train, I mean a very intimate relationship." he then made a finger f*cking gesture.
Butcher clutched the paper in his hand, staring at Emrys' delicate face, and said sinisterly: "Alright, I promise you, but if I find out you dare to lie to me, I swear... I will use every means to make you feel what despair is!"
"Butcher, you can always trust me."
Emrys' expression became slightly serious, and he said righteously: "As a businessman, I have my own pride that I adhere to!"
Then, he silently added in his heart: The premise is... scumbags are an exception!
*******
Traveler: Emrys
Race: Human
Occupation: scavenger
Anchor World: None
Remaining Energy: 0.1 units
Remaining Source Power: 0 units
Anchor World: None
Stay Duration: Seven Days
********
Waking up and looking at the Traveler's panel, Emrys rubbed his temples: "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, it's already the third day."
He had basically given up hope on recharging the Traveler System.
He had asked if electricity could be used to replenish the energy, but the answer was no. The specific reasons were complex, but it essentially boiled down to the energy level being too low.
Unless it was U.S.-level power supply, it would be a drop in the bucket for the Traveler System.
Nuclear energy met the requirements, but the problem was that it needed to be at least 'controlled nuclear fusion' level energy, and the World of The Boys clearly hadn't overcome that technical hurdle yet.
Therefore, Emrys only had seven short days left!
"Next up, it's Homelander."
Emrys took a deep breath, because this decision was very dangerous.
Homelander, the most dangerous character in the entire series, had the template of DC's Superman on reverse-steroids of course.
Although he was weakened in all aspects, he was by no means someone an ordinary person could provoke. A slight misstep could result in a laser blast sending one away.
Moreover, Homelander definitely belonged to the type with distorted and perverse personalities.
This character was like the opposite of DC's Superman, a 'Superman' who wasn't adopted by the Kents but grew up in a twisted environment.
Of course, Emrys wasn't a hothead; he wouldn't do anything suicidal.
Although Homelander appeared perverse and extreme in every way, he was actually more like someone who was extremely fragile inside, craving love and attention.
This was thanks to the Vought Group, which, in order to control Homelander, planted seeds in his childhood.
They instilled psychological flaws in Homelander, such as: needing love, an Oedipus complex, a desire for recognition, and attention.
One very ridiculous scene in the show was Homelander, invulnerable, capable of supersonic flight, and with an unstoppable heat vision, yet he was in a frantic panic because his approval rating had dropped by 9.5%.
He constantly yelled, "I am God!" and then, under the cover of night, stood on a tall building and masturbated towards the moon.
At least, in Emrys' view, the early Homelander was far from that insane; he was still in a controllable state.
As long as the limits could be grasped, even Homelander might not be impossible to 'deal' with.
"I hope everything goes well with Butcher."
After a quick wash, Emrys left the hotel.
Next, he needed to make some preparations. Confronting Homelander directly was too dangerous; he would only consider it once Temporary Compound No. 5 arrived.
He used a public phone by the roadside to call Butcher: "I need Hughie to help me simulate Invisible Man's chip signal. Can you do it?"
"What are you planning to do?"
Butcher's voice was clearly a little tense.
"Nothing much, just inviting a friend."
Emrys' tone was light and casual, as if he was chatting.
But to Butcher, it only intensified his unease: "Listen, don't mess around. If Homelander finds out, we'll all die with you!"
"Don't worry, Butcher." Emrys looked up at the towering Vought Building across the street and smiled faintly: "I wouldn't joke with my own life."
The highest-level conference Room in the Vought Group, like ancient Greek architecture, perfectly blended modern and classical styles.
Inside the vast circular hall, the most conspicuous feature was the triangular conference table, and The Seven chairs beside it belonged to the well-known and most popular The Seven!
Queen Maeve, Black Noir, The Deep, and A-Train had arrived early for their daily routine meeting.
Soon after, Homelander arrived, striding into the conference hall. He habitually glanced around, frowning slightly: "Where's Invisible Man?"
"Maybe he partied too late last night? He's probably blacked out drunk somewhere." A-Train shrugged, saying indifferently.
Homelander's expression was grim and somewhat displeased. He sat in his exclusive seat and was about to give a lecture when he saw Ashley, the Head of Human Resources, run in, pale and flustered: "N-not good, something terrible has happened!"
"Ashley, calm down."
Homelander maintained his authoritative demeanor, his voice low: "What exactly happened?"
"Invisible Man, Invisible Man has been kidnapped!" Ashley swallowed hard, nervously handing over a USB drive: "I just received a package, specifically addressed to you. I thought it was a gift from a fan, but it turned out to be a video of Invisible Man being kidnapped!"
Invisible Man kidnapped?!
The faces of The Seven members present showed various expressions of shock.
Homelander didn't take the USB drive. Instead, he looked at A-Train, who understood, went over, took the USB drive, and plugged it into the display device nearby.
After some static, the picture soon appeared.
Under dim yellow light was a long-abandoned room, dirty and messy, with walls covered in yellowed stains.
However, in the center of the room was an iron cage welded from rebar. It appeared empty, but constant curses emanated from within.
"It's Invisible Man's voice!" A-Train said.
Immediately after, the video content was interrupted, flickering with static.
After about a few seconds, just when they thought it was over, a pale mask suddenly appeared on the screen.
At first glance, that mask made people extremely uncomfortable.
The cheekbones and nose bridge protruded prominently from the entire face, while the pupils and jaw were sunken, making the facial features extremely disproportionate.
The mask's cheekbones were painted with a bizarre blood-red spiral, the lips were covered in something like fresh blood, and two blood-red eyes, dotted with black pupils, stared directly at them through the video, like a vengeful spirit from a horror movie.
Even though they had seen many vicious criminals, that mask still made them feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.
"Hello, Junior, I want to play a game with you."
"Many people live in the World, never knowing why they were born, simply drifting along out of habit."
"Some are born happy, cherished by their parents, yet never know gratitude, while others must spend their entire lives trying to make up for childhood regrets."
"God granted you omnipotent power, at the cost of stripping you of everything."
"You crave 'love,' yet willingly sink into a sweet nest woven from lies, deceiving yourself."
"So, I've given you two choices."
"The game's content is simple: find my location and rescue Invisible Man."
"I've planted a bomb inside Invisible Man. The time limit is 24 hours. If you fail, I will release this video."
"At that time, people will discover that the omnipotent god they imagined is just a pathetic, unloved, flawed mortal."
"And you, Junior, will fall from grace forever."
"This is the price of the game."
The video ended by freezing on the mask's eerie pupils, sending shivers down their spines.
"Who is J-Junior?"
The Deep's mind hadn't caught up yet, and he asked blankly.
Then, he saw the look of pity from Queen Maeve, A-Train, and Black Noir.
Bang!
The next second, The Deep flew backward like a cannonball, directly crashing into the monitor.
Before losing consciousness from severe injuries, The Deep's mind suddenly cleared: "Oh, so Homelander's name is Junior. Understandable."
The atmosphere in the conference Room plummeted to freezing point.
Homelander radiated a terrifying killing intent, his eyes dark and violent, like a volcano about to erupt: "Find him, find him for me! I'll kill this bastard myself!"
In a park near Vought, Emrys was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea.
Probably even Vought wouldn't have imagined that the audacious criminal who kidnapped Invisible Man and sent out threatening packages was right under their noses.
Emrys wasn't afraid; the way the package was sent was very discreet, ensuring that Vought couldn't trace the source.
Moreover, Invisible Man was already dead, and the tracking chip was thoroughly destroyed.
In this situation, unless Vought Group had superpowers similar to 'prophecy,' it would be impossible to find him.
"Heh, if there are no accidents, Vought should choose to handle it quietly."
Emrys looked at the high-rise of Vought , roughly able to guess their next move.
The sudden appearance of someone who knew the past secrets of Homelander meant that something beyond their control was very likely to happen.
And as Homelander was Vought Group's most important 'asset,' Vought would never allow any unexpected situations to occur.
Therefore, Vought would first suspect internal personnel who participated in the relevant plan that year, and then, in order to ensure that Homelander would not break free from control, they would inevitably impose restrictions.
But the more restricted Homelander was, the more it would stimulate his rebellious psychology.
Emrys had already prepared a second 'surprise' for Vought Group and Homelander, but now was not the time.
"Excuse me, may I sit here?"
At this moment, a voice came, and Emrys turned his head to look; it was a very young girl, blonde and blue-eyed, with a ponytail, dressed very casually.
"A girl as beautiful as you, should not be refused by anyone.", Emrys said very humorously.
"Thank you."
The girl blushed slightly, and sat shyly beside him.
The number of chairs in the entire park was very small, and the other positions were occupied by homeless people, and then she saw the young man sitting alone on the bench.
He was a rare type of delicate and handsome, with perfect proportions of facial features, setting off a face like a Greek sculpture, especially those deep brown eyes, as if containing water-like affection.
"Hello, my name is Annie.", the girl secretly looked at Emrys, mustered up the courage to introduce herself.
'Annie? Starlight? Emperor Above!'
Emrys was stunned for half a second, and re-examined the girl in front of him: "Are you Starlight?"
"You, you know me?" Starlight was obviously a little surprised, her eyes lit up slightly, revealing a hint of secret joy.
At this point in time, Starlight had not yet joined The Seven, but Emrys reacted quickly and made up a lie: "Of course, I've seen your audition show, it was great!"
"Actually, no, many people are better than me.", Starlight lowered her head shyly, her eyes secretly drifting towards the handsome young man, her heart beating wildly.
"Please don't say that, you are really amazing."
Emrys quickly switched his personality, put on the appearance of a fan, held the girl's hand, his eyes sincere and eager: "I believe, you will definitely be able to become a member of The Seven!"
"Really, really?"
Being held by the handsome young man, Starlight was even more shy, her earlobes red and tender, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Thank, thank you, you are the first person to praise me like this."
Of course, the above operation does not have universal operability, and the only thing Emrys is grateful for is that the predecessor can leave him with such a handsome skin.
"Being able to have close contact with an idol should be my honor."
Emrys tightly grasped her pink little hand, and used those eyes that looked at even dogs with affection, to stare at Starlight, whose cheeks were already flushed: "Miss Starlight, I think, maybe God heard my heart, so he let me meet you here, today is simply my lucky day."
Starlight only felt dizzy, she was not like other superhumans who messed around everywhere, she had been a pure girl since she was a child, full of expectation and fantasizing about the taste of love.
And today, the handsome and delicate young man she met by chance in the park made her feel that love had come.
Emrys looked at Starlight, who was already immersed in the fantasy of 'love,' the corners of his lips slightly raised, once again thanking his predecessor for the assist from this skin.
He was not a simp, and had no interest in Starlight.
The reason for pretending to be affectionate was very simple: Starlight would join Vought in the later stage and become a member of The Seven.
Moreover, Starlight's superpower was not weak, especially her endurance was absolutely top-notch, able to prevent Black Noir from breaking through her defense for most of the day, so getting closer to each other would not be bad for the next plan.
"No, no need to call me Starlight, you can call me Annie."
Starlight's face was flushed, like a bud waiting to bloom, her mind even began to fantasize about how many children she would have in the future.
It was simply too crazy, her heartbeat had never been so fast, as if she was about to be sucked into those affectionate eyes.
Starlight looked at Emrys affectionately, and slowly closed her eyes.
This means, is she asking me to kiss her?
The corner of Emrys' eyes twitched, he just wanted to get closer, but he didn't want to kiss a teenager.
Professionals had standards.
Fortunately, the phone rang in time, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.
"Sorry, I'll take a call."
Emrys glanced at it, it was Butcher, so he pressed the answer button.
"We got what you wanted, when are we trading?" Butcher said straight to the point.
"Okay, send me the address, I'll go over later."
Emrys nodded calmly, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at Starlight with some apology: "Sorry, I have something to do temporarily."
"That. Can we, can we meet again?" Starlight bit her lip lightly, her watery eyes mixed with a hint of expectation.
"Of course, Miss Starlight."
Emrys maintained his affectionate eyes, and handed the phone number he had copied down to Starlight: "If you encounter anything, you can come to me, I am willing to be your most loyal listener and fan. My name is Emrys."
"Good, goodbye, Emrys."
Starlight carefully put away the phone number, and waved her hand: "I will call you ~"
After Emrys disappeared from sight, she suddenly thought of something, and said with some regret: "Oh no, damn it, I forgot to ask what his name was!"
"Is this the meaningful thing you told me about?"
The black man Marvin stared, glaring at Butcher, who was gnawing on pizza: "You said you wanted to investigate Compound V, that's why I agreed to come back, and the result is stalking Popclaw?"
"Man, don't be so anxious."
Butcher swallowed the last piece of pizza, licked his fingers, and showed a familiar smile: "According to my intelligence, Popclaw is A-Train's lover."
"So you want to watch them perform? Didn't know you were into that stuff." Frenchie also didn't understand why they were staring at Popclaw.
Butcher ignored him and said simply: "The reason is very simple, she has Compound V at home."
"Wait, stop arguing!" At this time, Hughie, through the monitor, found that the target person was leaving: "Popclaw is out, she should be going to the gym, we probably have an hour."
"Very good, Hughie, you stay here to monitor."
Butcher rubbed his palms and moved his muscles and bones: "Marvin, Frenchie, come up with me."
The three of them dressed up as maintenance workers, swaggered into the apartment, and Frenchie fully utilized his small skills, using a wire to poke open the door.
"We only have one hour, speed up!"
Butcher glanced at the layout and shouted: "Marvin, you go search the bedroom, Frenchie, you go search the bathroom and kitchen, I'm responsible for the living room!"
Time was tight, and the three of them didn't waste any words, and immediately devoted themselves to the search.
"Found it!"
Suddenly, Marvin in the bedroom had a discovery.
He walked out holding a box of dark blue potion, and looked at Butcher: "This thing, should be the 'Compound V' you said, right?"
Butcher looked at the potion: "It should be this thing, that's right."
Just then!
Hughie's urgent and nervous shout suddenly came from the headset: "No, it's not good, Popclaw suddenly came back, you guys retreat quickly!"
Hearing this, the faces of the three people present changed, looking at the messy house, there was no time to clean up.
What a joke?!
If Popclaw found out, all three of them would have to die here!
"Retreat quickly!"
Butcher hurriedly called the two to evacuate.
However, at the moment of opening the door, they happened to bump into Popclaw at the staircase.
The two sides stared at each other for a short period of about a few seconds, and the air seemed to freeze, flowing with a trace of strange atmosphere.