Black Noir quickly pulled his hands out and stuck up both middle fingers.
Butcher and his group, who were dodging left and right, were fuming with rage. They all gestured back and began to curse angrily:
"You dead mute!"
"Ugh—Ha!!"
"Black guy, can't speak, huh? Well, don't ever speak again!"
Black Noir beckoned with his hand. Watching Butcher charging straight at him, he didn't retreat but instead advanced, and the two immediately collided.
Boom—
Fist met palm, and an airwave exploded in a ring, causing the floor beneath their feet to cave in.
Butcher's forward momentum was actually stopped dead in its tracks, while Black Noir only swayed slightly.
"What?!" The savage grin on Butcher's face instantly froze.
Black Noir's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Butcher's wrist and tightening his grip.
Crack!
The clear sound of bone fracturing rang out.
"Argh—!" Butcher let out a pained groan as his wrist bent at a bizarre angle.
Black Noir grabbed Butcher, using him like a human weapon. With a violent spin on the spot, he slammed him toward Kimiko and Frenchie, who had just rushed in from the side.
Bang! Bang!
Kimiko and Frenchie took the full force of the incoming projectile.
Butcher spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a broken sack of flour, crashing heavily into a pile of crates and falling silent for a moment.
MM caught Kimiko and Frenchie, shouting with eyes wide with rage, "Damn it, Butcher!"
Black Noir didn't give anyone time to react. The floor beneath him shattered, his figure vanished instantly, and the next moment he appeared in front of MM.
MM pushed the two beside him away, only having enough time to raise his arms in a block.
Black Noir threw a straight punch.
Thud!!!
MM was like he'd been hit by a cannonball. The massive impact lifted his feet off the ground and sent him flying backward.
Frenchie took the opportunity to grab Black Noir from behind, his arm muscles bulging as he roared, trying to choke him out: "I've got him, take them and go!"
Black Noir's movements weren't affected in the slightest. He simply lifted his foot and stomped backward violently.
Squelch!
His heel was like a battle-axe, accurately stomping onto Frenchie's instep.
The boot was instantly flattened. Frenchie let out a shrill scream and was immediately flung away.
MM came charging back, but Black Noir's fists hammered out continuously, landing on him repeatedly.
Crack! The sound of bones breaking echoed.
MM spat out bloody foam and flew backward, landing flat on his back.
This all happened in the blink of an eye. In just a few exchanges, Butcher, Frenchie, and MM were all severely injured and down.
Kimiko screamed and lunged forward again, her claws swinging frantically.
Black Noir held his ground, letting the claw blades fall on his arms and chest. He countered with several slaps followed by a kick.
The speed was so fast that Kimiko didn't even have time to react. She was sent spinning through the air, crashing into a shipping container and slumped down.
'No... no...' Hughie, invisible on the side, watched with a cold chill running through his body, frozen in place.
The few of them ganging up couldn't even make the opponent get serious? They were all Supes, was the gap really that large?
The pier suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Only the dull thuds of fist meeting flesh, and the screams and heavy panting of Butcher and the others remained.
Just then, Black Noir, who had just broken several more of their limbs, suddenly looked toward the direction where Hughie was.
He walked toward a nearby pile of 20-foot shipping containers, grabbed the edges of the metal frames with both hands, and threw them with force toward the general area where Hughie was hiding.
Rumble—!
Several objects weighing over ten tons rolled and crushed forward with a momentum that could destroy everything, covering all the space Hughie could possibly use to dodge.
Death was arriving as scheduled. Hughie's mind went blank, and his survival instinct overwhelmed everything.
The moment before the containers were about to crush him into meat paste, he braved the flying debris and fled for his life at the fastest speed he'd ever achieved, not even daring to look back.
Behind him, orange electric light and continuous sonic booms suddenly rang out without warning.
"Babyface, go!" Butcher, restored to health, rushed out of the ruins with bloodshot eyes and tackled Black Noir, who was preparing to throw daggers.
Hughie was sent rolling a dozen times by the impact of the containers hitting the ground. Taking advantage of the thick dust, he jumped into the sea.
A-Train had arrived, and Black Noir was unharmed... "I must... escape..."
"I can't die here..."
"Butcher... I'm sorry..."
The battlefield behind him, the life and death of his teammates, and the shame in his heart were all cast to the back of his mind by the instinct to survive.
Hughie only knew that they... were completely finished!
...By the dining table, Hughie hunched over shivering, his face covered in cold sweat: "Thank you, I—I feel much better now."
Wade withdrew his finger. That memory full of blood, despair, and crushing defeat receded from Hughie's mind like a tide.
'Utterly reckless and overestimating themselves! They dared to act without intelligence... It's also my fault for giving them too much confidence, making them think they could go on a killing spree against all Supes just with the serum.'
The noise of the restaurant returned to his ears. Wade recalled the scenes one by one and began to evaluate.
Black Noir's fight against them could be described as a complete slaughter, from the initial testing to the later all-out effort.
'Black Noir currently appears to have strength, agility, senses, fearlessness of pain, and injury-healing abilities. His development is at least at the Tier 3 Mastery level, not including the ninja combat techniques he's mastered.'
'Hughie and the others, as ordinary people using the basic-level Temporary Supe Serum I provided, knew nothing about ability development and had done no research... Facing a close-combat Supe who has developed his abilities for nearly fifty years, it's normal for them to be suppressed.'
'Seeing Hughie like this, there's no point in blaming him now. The priority is to solve the problem.'
Wade patted Hughie's back and consoled him: "First, tell me, what time did you take the serum? I might still be able to rescue them."
Hughie wiped away his sweat and quickly asked: "Re—really? We took it around 5:30 AM, and we only took a 4-hour dose."
Wade glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 9:11 AM. His nerves immediately tensed up: "Then where did you put the bag with the serum later?"
Hughie slammed the table in exasperation and gritted his teeth: "Shit!!! MM was keeping it, it was all hanging on his waist pouch... It should—it should have been taken by Black Noir and the others. What do we do?"
Wade gave a gratified smile and patted his shoulder: "Good, it's good that it was taken!"
He took a box of serum and a bundle of large bills from his chest pocket, stuffed them into Hughie's hand, and whispered in his ear: "Go and do a lot of Photoshopping. Specifically find those pictures of babies breastfeeding, and Photoshop Homelander and Madelyn's faces onto them. Spread them continuously on the internet for the next half hour."
"Whether we can rescue them depends on how well you do. The more disgusting the Photoshop, the better. After spreading them, expose your location, then run and change locations to keep provoking them."
Hughie took the money and the medicine, looking at him blankly: "It's—it's that simple?"
Wade got up to leave and nodded: "Get moving, the faster the better. Otherwise, once the serum's effects wear off, it's uncertain if Butcher and the others will survive."
Hughie didn't even finish his meal. With bloodshot eyes, he said: "Okay, I'll go right now, right now... You must rescue them!"
Hearing this, Wade put his arm around Hughie's shoulder and moved swiftly to the alley.
"Prepare for action!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he soared into the sky, taking out another signal detector from his inner jacket pocket, looking at the red dots scattered or clustered on it.
"Fortunately, I modified the serum bottles last time and added independent positioning devices to the bottom of each. Otherwise, it really would be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
As long as Hughie could use those pictures to get Homelander's attention, he might be able to rescue Butcher and the other three.
If Black Noir and A-Train were both guarding the prisoners, Wade estimated that with his advanced-level abilities fully activated, he had a sixty percent chance of taking them down by force.
"A-Train's speed isn't much slower than the original A-Train. I must make him come to me to crush him; as for Black Noir, I'll only know after we fight..."
Both were idol stars of The Seven. They definitely had business during the day and couldn't be guarding the prisoners all the time.
He had to find the location where they were held as quickly as possible and calculate his strategy.
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