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Chapter 412
Chapter 412: Vought Club! The Suddenly Appearing Butcher!
"Mutant Butcher!" Having seen a photo of Butcher himself before, Victor recognized the shadow's true identity at a glance. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, his gaze turning towards Xia Shang with horror. A terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Could it be that Butcher, like Homelander, is also this guy's subordinate?"
However, the scene that followed overturned his conjecture.
Butcher revealed a sinister grin, then extended his right arm with lightning speed, fiercely striking towards the back of Xia Shang's head. The entire set of movements seemed to take no more than a second.
"He wants to kill Mr. Jervis!" Victor's heart rejoiced. If Mr. Jervis died, then he would have a chance to escape from here.
Bang! A collision sound like muffled thunder suddenly rang out. Although Xia Shang turned around in time and raised his right arm to block, he was still sent flying back under Butcher's sudden attack.
"If I can't kill Homelander, then I'll kill his boss first." Butcher fiercely stepped onto the Ground, then with the help of the reactive force, like a launched missile, he struck a punch towards Xia Shang's chest. And at this moment, extremely High Temperature Flames unexpectedly burst out from the fist he swung, as if it were a meteorite falling from high altitude, intending to smash Xia Shang to death on the spot.
"You think you can kill me?"
Xia Shang crossed both arms, blocking his chest.
Accompanied by a loud bang, he was blasted into the wall. Spider web-like cracks spread out from where his back contacted the wall. In an instant, it was as if the entire Room trembled. One can imagine how great Butcher's strength was.
"Is he dead?" Victor, his eyes full of anticipation, turned his head towards the sound. However, the scene he saw made him feel a bit of disappointment. Mr. Jervis, half of his back smashed into the wall, didn't seem to have suffered very serious injury. There were just some charred traces on his arm from being burned by fire.
"Heh, your durability is not bad." Butcher, wearing a black robe, looked at Xia Shang in the wall and sneered.
"Don't get cocky. Homelander will arrive soon. I don't believe you can still escape this time." Xia Shang leaned forward, pushed off the walls on both sides with both hands, and pulled himself out.
"Homelander is indeed a bit troublesome, but I'm not afraid of him."
Crimson red flames rose up from Butcher's body, emitting bursts of high temperature outwards. At this moment, he was like a 'fire man', the tumbling and leaping flames completely enveloping his entire body.
For a moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a more intense combat could erupt at any moment.
"As expected, this guy Butcher can control flames, just like the information said." Victor, his injury gradually healing, looked grimly at the two confronting each other. His mood had sunk to the bottom. One must know that in the mission Stryker gave him, the target was not just Homelander, but also the mutant before him—Butcher.
Beep beep beep!! Just at this moment, an urgent and piercing alarm abruptly echoed through the entire Room.
"What a pity, I almost killed you just now." Butcher shook his head and withdrew the flames from his body. "But there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. When my Vought Club develops, Homelander, you, and the Jie Er Company behind you will all be completely destroyed by me."
After speaking, he glanced at Victor beside him. Then his figure flashed, he grabbed Victor's shoulder, and teleported out of the Laboratory.
"Mr. Jervis, are you alright?" The Guard personnel in the Laboratory rushed over after hearing the alarm.
"I'm fine, it's just that Victor escaped."
Xia Shang said expressionlessly.
"What just happened, you need to keep strictly confidential. Oh right, remember to find someone to repair this Room."
That night, a wanted warrant regarding Victor appeared in the latest serialized issue of The Providence Journal.
"Looks like your gains tonight weren't bad." Inside a casino in Washington, the silver-haired Quicksilver sat on a sofa, looking at Gambit walking towards him.
"Not bad, my luck was good tonight." Gambit hummed a tune, rubbing the two black chips in his hands. His mood seemed quite good. He casually picked up a glass of amber-colored whiskey from a waitress's tray, then flicked a fifty-dollar chip into the waitress's seemingly bottomless cleavage.
"Thank you very much for your gift. You are definitely the most handsome and most generous guest I've ever seen." The waitress smiled charmingly and threw a flirtatious wink towards Gambit.
To be honest, she was very willing to have a short but beautiful friendship with this guest before her who had a British style.
"Thank you, I still have friends waiting for me." As an old fox who had been through many battles, Gambit understood the waitress's little thoughts at a glance. "But I do have time later. I wonder if I have the honor to invite this beautiful young lady for a drink."
"I'd be delighted."
The corner of the waitress's mouth lifted. She turned around and walked towards the poker table not far away, her long beautiful legs striding. Looking at her swaying beautiful figure, Gambit licked his lips, and his heart gradually grew hot.
"You have a date with that woman tonight?" Quicksilver asked.
"Kid, this isn't something you should know." After spending a few days with Quicksilver, Gambit discovered that Quicksilver's actual age was much younger than he looked. And this guy didn't even have a driver's license. It wasn't that Quicksilver wasn't willing to take the test, but rather that he hadn't reached the age stipulated by law. Which meant Quicksilver was likely just fourteen or fifteen years old. God knows what this guy ate to grow up; even if he ate hormones like food, he shouldn't have grown so fast.
"Hmph, you think I'm very interested?" Quicksilver pursed his lips disdainfully, then shook the newspaper in his hand. "Have you heard of Sabretooth Victor? The Providence Journal has a wanted warrant for him."
"Victor! You mean Sabretooth Victor?"
Hearing this name, Gambit's expression instantly lost control. He said in a tone of horror. Even if you looked closely, you could see intense fear in his eyes. Of course, what he feared wasn't Victor himself, but rather the terrifying and massive evil Organization behind him.
"You know him?"
"Nonsense, back then it was him and a few other guys who locked me into the mutant prison on Three Mile Island. That place could be called a Living Hell. I barely survived there for two years, wishing I were dead." Gambit plopped down next to Quicksilver and said extremely irritably, "This guy wouldn't have come to Washington, right? Could it be he came to capture me and take me back? But how could he provoke the Jie Er Company? The Weiss Newspaper Agency is Jie Er Company's property."
"Wait a minute, I seem to not understand what you're saying?" Listening to Gambit's muttering, Quicksilver asked with a curious expression, "Why does Victor want to capture you and take you back? And what is a mutant prison?"
Gambit, who had just hooked up with the waitress, found his good mood completely gone at this moment. He tightly gripped his wine glass, his furrowed brow seemed like it could kill a fly.
"Hmph..." He slowly exhaled the turbid air from his lungs, and said heavily, "Do you still remember what I reminded you about before?"
"Isn't it just about not showing your ability in front of others?" Quicksilver took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, then tore open the packaging and put it in his mouth, chewing. "That guy's cards are terrible. He's going to lose terribly."
He looked at a man sitting beside the poker table a few meters away and said.
"I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense." Gambit followed his gaze and looked, but saw that man, after revealing his cards, his expression became like his parents had died. His complexion was completely pale, and he regretfully stuck his fingers into his hair.
(End of this chapter)
"Mutant Butcher!" Having seen a photo of Butcher himself before, Victor recognized the shadow's true identity at a glance. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, his gaze turning towards Xia Shang with horror. A terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Could it be that Butcher, like Homelander, is also this guy's subordinate?"
However, the scene that followed overturned his conjecture.
Butcher revealed a sinister grin, then extended his right arm with lightning speed, fiercely striking towards the back of Xia Shang's head. The entire set of movements seemed to take no more than a second.
"He wants to kill Mr. Jervis!" Victor's heart rejoiced. If Mr. Jervis died, then he would have a chance to escape from here.
Bang! A collision sound like muffled thunder suddenly rang out. Although Xia Shang turned around in time and raised his right arm to block, he was still sent flying back under Butcher's sudden attack.
"If I can't kill Homelander, then I'll kill his boss first." Butcher fiercely stepped onto the Ground, then with the help of the reactive force, like a launched missile, he struck a punch towards Xia Shang's chest. And at this moment, extremely High Temperature Flames unexpectedly burst out from the fist he swung, as if it were a meteorite falling from high altitude, intending to smash Xia Shang to death on the spot.
"You think you can kill me?"
Xia Shang crossed both arms, blocking his chest.
Accompanied by a loud bang, he was blasted into the wall. Spider web-like cracks spread out from where his back contacted the wall. In an instant, it was as if the entire Room trembled. One can imagine how great Butcher's strength was.
"Is he dead?" Victor, his eyes full of anticipation, turned his head towards the sound. However, the scene he saw made him feel a bit of disappointment. Mr. Jervis, half of his back smashed into the wall, didn't seem to have suffered very serious injury. There were just some charred traces on his arm from being burned by fire.
"Heh, your durability is not bad." Butcher, wearing a black robe, looked at Xia Shang in the wall and sneered.
"Don't get cocky. Homelander will arrive soon. I don't believe you can still escape this time." Xia Shang leaned forward, pushed off the walls on both sides with both hands, and pulled himself out.
"Homelander is indeed a bit troublesome, but I'm not afraid of him."
Crimson red flames rose up from Butcher's body, emitting bursts of high temperature outwards. At this moment, he was like a 'fire man', the tumbling and leaping flames completely enveloping his entire body.
For a moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a more intense combat could erupt at any moment.
"As expected, this guy Butcher can control flames, just like the information said." Victor, his injury gradually healing, looked grimly at the two confronting each other. His mood had sunk to the bottom. One must know that in the mission Stryker gave him, the target was not just Homelander, but also the mutant before him—Butcher.
Beep beep beep!! Just at this moment, an urgent and piercing alarm abruptly echoed through the entire Room.
"What a pity, I almost killed you just now." Butcher shook his head and withdrew the flames from his body. "But there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. When my Vought Club develops, Homelander, you, and the Jie Er Company behind you will all be completely destroyed by me."
After speaking, he glanced at Victor beside him. Then his figure flashed, he grabbed Victor's shoulder, and teleported out of the Laboratory.
"Mr. Jervis, are you alright?" The Guard personnel in the Laboratory rushed over after hearing the alarm.
"I'm fine, it's just that Victor escaped."
Xia Shang said expressionlessly.
"What just happened, you need to keep strictly confidential. Oh right, remember to find someone to repair this Room."
That night, a wanted warrant regarding Victor appeared in the latest serialized issue of The Providence Journal.
"Looks like your gains tonight weren't bad." Inside a casino in Washington, the silver-haired Quicksilver sat on a sofa, looking at Gambit walking towards him.
"Not bad, my luck was good tonight." Gambit hummed a tune, rubbing the two black chips in his hands. His mood seemed quite good. He casually picked up a glass of amber-colored whiskey from a waitress's tray, then flicked a fifty-dollar chip into the waitress's seemingly bottomless cleavage.
"Thank you very much for your gift. You are definitely the most handsome and most generous guest I've ever seen." The waitress smiled charmingly and threw a flirtatious wink towards Gambit.
To be honest, she was very willing to have a short but beautiful friendship with this guest before her who had a British style.
"Thank you, I still have friends waiting for me." As an old fox who had been through many battles, Gambit understood the waitress's little thoughts at a glance. "But I do have time later. I wonder if I have the honor to invite this beautiful young lady for a drink."
"I'd be delighted."
The corner of the waitress's mouth lifted. She turned around and walked towards the poker table not far away, her long beautiful legs striding. Looking at her swaying beautiful figure, Gambit licked his lips, and his heart gradually grew hot.
"You have a date with that woman tonight?" Quicksilver asked.
"Kid, this isn't something you should know." After spending a few days with Quicksilver, Gambit discovered that Quicksilver's actual age was much younger than he looked. And this guy didn't even have a driver's license. It wasn't that Quicksilver wasn't willing to take the test, but rather that he hadn't reached the age stipulated by law. Which meant Quicksilver was likely just fourteen or fifteen years old. God knows what this guy ate to grow up; even if he ate hormones like food, he shouldn't have grown so fast.
"Hmph, you think I'm very interested?" Quicksilver pursed his lips disdainfully, then shook the newspaper in his hand. "Have you heard of Sabretooth Victor? The Providence Journal has a wanted warrant for him."
"Victor! You mean Sabretooth Victor?"
Hearing this name, Gambit's expression instantly lost control. He said in a tone of horror. Even if you looked closely, you could see intense fear in his eyes. Of course, what he feared wasn't Victor himself, but rather the terrifying and massive evil Organization behind him.
"You know him?"
"Nonsense, back then it was him and a few other guys who locked me into the mutant prison on Three Mile Island. That place could be called a Living Hell. I barely survived there for two years, wishing I were dead." Gambit plopped down next to Quicksilver and said extremely irritably, "This guy wouldn't have come to Washington, right? Could it be he came to capture me and take me back? But how could he provoke the Jie Er Company? The Weiss Newspaper Agency is Jie Er Company's property."
"Wait a minute, I seem to not understand what you're saying?" Listening to Gambit's muttering, Quicksilver asked with a curious expression, "Why does Victor want to capture you and take you back? And what is a mutant prison?"
Gambit, who had just hooked up with the waitress, found his good mood completely gone at this moment. He tightly gripped his wine glass, his furrowed brow seemed like it could kill a fly.
"Hmph..." He slowly exhaled the turbid air from his lungs, and said heavily, "Do you still remember what I reminded you about before?"
"Isn't it just about not showing your ability in front of others?" Quicksilver took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, then tore open the packaging and put it in his mouth, chewing. "That guy's cards are terrible. He's going to lose terribly."
He looked at a man sitting beside the poker table a few meters away and said.
"I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense." Gambit followed his gaze and looked, but saw that man, after revealing his cards, his expression became like his parents had died. His complexion was completely pale, and he regretfully stuck his fingers into his hair.
(End of this chapter)
