The outskirts of New York, a highway bustling with heavy traffic.
Wade walked along the roadside, carrying a brand-new, ultra-durable flight backpack.
In his hand, he held a syringe filled with deep blue blood, continuously dripping it onto his palm. That small puddle of blood, as if alive, slowly wriggled and seeped into his skin.
[Superpower blood sample analysis complete...]
[Basic-level abilities: Super Speed, Super Endurance, High-Speed Thinking, High-Speed Metabolism, Elastic Skin and Bone Structure]
[Recorded into the genetic map, available for phenotypic expression]
A restless surge, like an electric current, shot from his palm through his entire body. Muscle fibers rustled as they self-adjusted, spreading through his limbs and bones.
"It went smoother than expected..." Wade muttered under his breath, feeling his body rapidly adapt to this new power.
As his constitution continued to strengthen, the process of merging new abilities became faster and faster, and the pain and discomfort were significantly reduced.
Wade put away the syringe and immediately unlocked his phone, his fingertips sliding rapidly across the screen as he checked transoceanic flight information from Paris to Chicago.
"Flight 37 to Chicago, it's tomorrow," Wade murmured, a vague memory slowly surfacing in his mind.
That "mid-air rescue" where Queen Maeve and Homelander botched things on the plane, causing the aircraft to spiral out of control and plummet into the ocean along with over a hundred passengers who had originally been successfully saved.
"Flight AF-037, ParisCharles de Gaulle Airport, taking off tomorrow at 11:15 AM." Wade looked at the time on the screen.
"Either I arrive at the airport early and place recording devices on the plane, or I control the people on the plane and have them record a video to get the dirt... Thomas and those politicians are all black-hearted; they don't want to make a big deal out of it, right? Then I'll do it myself!"
"I remember Shetty's husband and daughter are also on this flight. Maybe... I can win her over to join the anti-Vought camp while I'm at it!"
Amidst a series of tingling and crisp cracking sounds from his changing bones, Wade continuously pondered the feasibility.
"Crossing the Atlantic, the straight-line distance from New York to Paris is nearly six thousand kilometers... My current maximum flight speed is only Mach 1.5. Flying there normally would take over three hours at the fastest, and another three hours to come back!"
With a thought, Wade immediately broke into a run. "I need to seize the time now; familiarizing myself with the route is what matters most."
He had to figure out how to solve the problem of getting the incriminating footage and saving that father and daughter right under Homelander's nose.
Buzz—
The surrounding world seemed to have been put into slow motion; the weaving traffic turned into slowly moving freeze-frames.
Pedestrians on the street became blurred blocks of color, and car horns were stretched into distorted, strange noises.
His feet lightly tapped the ground, and he glided out like a phantom, pulling a flickering afterimage through the gaps in the traffic.
The sound of the wind in his ears was decomposed into different layers: a sharp scream like tearing fabric nearby, and a low, continuous hum in the distance.
He looked at a pigeon that had just taken flight ahead; the trajectory of every feather's slow vibration was clearly visible.
Wade felt that this "slowness" was far from A-Train's level, which made the surroundings nearly stagnant.
"As expected, for a basic-level ability, the speed is only about a third of his, roughly a hundred meters per second."
He analyzed calmly while estimating the distance of roadside landmarks.
"I was only able to catch A-Train before because I transformed into Popclaw's appearance, combined with the pre-arranged Rock Binding Trap, 3x gravity enhancement, and the Freeze Vision ability combo... By plotting against him while he was unaware, I managed to break A-Train's extreme speed."
On land, compared to a true speedster, he was still far off.
Wade looked toward the distant New York Harbor, where cranes were lifting containers, and a crazy, bold idea rapidly took shape in his mind.
"Use [Super Speed] for a running start, stack [Super Jump] to gain initial kinetic energy, and while continuously reducing airflow resistance, switch to high-altitude flight mode... Then, by manipulating airflow and utilizing gravitational acceleration, force a breakthrough of the speed barrier!"
He continuously leaped over traffic, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. "Theoretically, it works. Let's do it!"
Boom!
He kicked shallow pits into the asphalt road, his figure shooting out like a cannonball, his speed skyrocketing under the continuously reduced airflow resistance!
A minute later, on the straight highway outside the New York Harbor.
When Wade reached his peak speed, most of the blood in his body had also finished gathering in his lower limbs.
He suddenly bent his knees and leaped.
Boom!
A round, deep crater was stomped into the asphalt, and the black-robed figure, like a stone thrown by a catapult, shot into the sky in an arc.
The city below rapidly shrank, turning into a miniature model. Wade broke through the clouds, where the air became thin and cold.
Whoosh— Whoosh—
Like a reverse meteor, he shot toward the high altitude in a parabola, leaving the horizon far beneath his feet.
Sonic booms echoed in the high altitude, and the clouds opened up in ring-shaped mists.
Ascending... the momentum began to weaken... the force that had pushed Wade high into the sky converted into a highly impactful initial velocity, and he remained stationary for a fleeting moment.
"I absolutely cannot stop; it's time to keep accelerating!"
Wade soared through the heavens, with a boundless sea of clouds below.
He slightly adjusted his direction, and Earth's gravity, like an invisible giant hand, suddenly pulled him downward.
The downward acceleration combined with his own Mach 1.5 flight speed, and his instinct for airflow manipulation erupted.
The increasingly violent, howling currents were pushed aside one by one, and the airflow behind him was forcibly constrained and compressed, forming a series of continuously booming pure white shockwaves.
The shockwaves, like a rocket's exhaust, provided a second layer of violent thrust.
The speed was still skyrocketing.
The resistance changed from walls of wind into mountains constantly pressing against him, and the airflow became a scorching razor, continuously cutting at his skin.
The scene before him began to distort and stretch, turning into blurred bands of color, as the tearing force from all directions wrapped him tightly.
Wade clenched his teeth, immersing his entire mind in manipulating the airflow to counter this sudden change.
BANG!!!
An extremely dull, massive boom exploded in his ears.
The tearing sensation suddenly lightened, and the violent airflow around him seemed to be split down the middle by an invisible blade, forming a smooth passage around his body.
The world went quiet.
He squinted his eyes and saw the clouds around him being plowed into a straight, empty trench that could not close for a long time.
Wade grinned and adjusted his direction, turning into a high-speed human cannonball, piercing through toward the other side of the Atlantic.
"Paris, here I come!"
...In the afternoon, on the 82nd floor of Vought Tower.
In the CEO's office, Madelyn was lazily sunk into a leather armchair, the front of her high-end custom suit slightly open, as two small electric breast pumps worked silently.
She held a tablet, carelessly sliding across the screen.
"Maeve's speech at the stadium this morning had a good effect; public support for the defense system access proposal rose by ten point five percentage points."
"The enthusiasm of the Supe students at Godolkin University is also high. Promote one to fill the vacancy first, then form a few trainee groups."
Madelyn swiped away the business report and opened an encrypted project.
"Release the edited video of the Homelander, Maeve, and Black Noir trio wiping out the drug dealers... As for the Translucent matter, let's frame it as retaliation from the drug dealers who got away, and let him provide some final residual value for the company."
She opened another proposal, her eyes quickly skimming through.
"This works too. Drop those 'migrants' who have been injected with the stuff into the city and let them cause some commotion... When the situation escalates to the right level, let those Godolkin students go and see the world." She approved the project nonchalantly. "With sacrifices, The Seven's rescue will appear even more valuable."
Madelyn put down the tablet and casually took off the two breast pumps. "There will always be oversights in setting these things up. If only there were a more direct, more visually effective, and more obvious man-made disaster..."
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