Superman's Journey

Chapter 85 Punishment
The position of captain made everyone doubtful, but under the strong pressure brought by Lincoln, they couldn't even ask any questions, and could only leave the office full of questions.

After seeing off the other people, Ashley sent a folder at the bottom to Lincoln: "This is our plan for selecting new heroes to enter the Super Seven. Please read it."

"It's a boring program." Lincoln didn't even read the file and swept the file aside: "Follow the plan you made. As for other matters, just keep a backup, and you can handle the rest yourself."

Lincoln's great release of power made Ashley stunned for a moment. Seeing Lincoln walking out, she belatedly took the folder back in her hand and left.

The Water Building is not only the office of the Water Group, but also the residence of the Super Seven, but Lincoln obviously would not live in this kind of place.

Returning to the Dimensional Building that he had built with his own hands, Lincoln could clearly see the figures of indulgence and enjoyment at a glance, and then looked at the No. [-] compound that had been displayed in the showcase, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Under the devolution of power, the business of the Water Group is no different from before, but with the arrival of Lincoln, the underground black industry that exists because of superhumans has changed more or less.

Among them, the most affected should be the dark alley nightclub that was originally used to entertain those superheroes (defeated) heroes (classes).

Dark Lane is a secretive venue that caters to the super scum with a different offering.

Here, those super scum can show their original appearance to their heart's content.

The hero who has been proclaiming himself against homosexuality can stretch his body here and have affairs with four men at the same time.

Maintaining a good image in front of ordinary people, the hero can despise the ordinary people who support him to his heart's content here.

Dark Lane Nightclub is a naked ghetto, containing all the dark histories of those super scum.

The Water Group originally had a lot of power here, but the appearance of the Dimension Building directly dealt a fatal blow to the industry here.

Lincoln's identity and abilities are still unknown, but the superheroes who belong to the Voight Group know something more or less-the owner of the Dimension Building is a person with incredible power and status in the Voight Group. man.

So, when the first super scum enjoyed the convenience and privacy brought by the dimension building, almost all superhumans flocked in - except those psychopaths who were rejected because of being contaminated with drugs.

As night falls, ordinary people begin to enjoy a relaxed and pleasant nightlife, and those scum who have shed their superhero skins also begin their corrupt lives in separate private rooms in the Dimension Building.

The streets of Manhattan at night are brightly lit, but the crowds on the road are much thinner.

Huey followed Billy Butcher step by step, the anxiety on his face and eyes was visible to the naked eye: "This is the Dimension Building? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, you just need to follow me." Billy glanced at Huey and walked in.

The decline of the dark alley nightclub made him lose a crucial intelligence channel, but soon his eyes were re-locked on the newly appeared dimension building.

Lincoln opened the lower six floors independently and handed them over to some ordinary people to take care of them, so this place also became a place where information could be obtained.

He knew there were all sorts of people in his building for all sorts of reasons and identities spying and gathering different intelligence, but he didn't care.

The place below the sixth floor is purely for fun, unless some of them can destroy the building, otherwise he doesn't bother to care about those intriguing guys.

With Huey, who was somewhat confused and apprehensive, Billy went all the way up to the sixth floor. After wandering through the labyrinth-like corridors for a while, he took Huey and stopped at an unmarked door.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and the staff who were on duty in the room watching the super scum looked at each other, then stood up and opened the door.

The next moment, Billy squeezed in, took out his ID from his pocket and showed it in front of several people: "CIA, I need to read your surveillance data."

Billy's ID was genuine, and he, a lunatic, was authentic enough. The staff looked at each other and sat back in front of the monitoring screen.

"Unless you can get a warrant, don't expect to take anything from here."

"Don't worry, I just want to take a look." Billy's mouth twitched, and he brought Huey to the screen: "Has the locomotive been here recently?"

With Billy's help, Huey finally managed to see the scene that made him so angry.

The locomotive that smashed his girlfriend into a puddle of flesh did not affect the consciousness of an innocent person at all. Not only did he not feel sad or guilty, he even used it as a talking point to tell jokes with his friends.

In an instant, Huey had already made up his mind, and he must make the locomotive pay for it, for sure!
With the angry Huey, Billy left the building. He was going to use this innocent baby to do something. Lincoln cracked a smile.

Everything in the building is under his control, and the flow of all information can only be carried out smoothly with his acquiescence. As long as he wants to, even if he doesn't use his super senses, he can know anything.

Seeing the backs of Billy and the two gradually going away, Lincoln stood up and stretched: "Something interesting is finally going to happen. I've been waiting for it for a long time."

Kill superheroes?There's no fun in crushing kills, it's fun to let ordinary people kill superheroes.

As for whether Lincoln will feel guilty. It's just a bunch of super scum. If you die, you will die. The world would be better without them.

The golden lines emerged, Lincoln's feet lightly tapped, the strong wind danced, and his figure disappeared over Manhattan in an instant.

Late at night, after sending Huey back to that poor house, Billy went back to his room and fell silent looking at the documents on the table in front of him.

He lied to Huey, the Homelander was not a saint, but a jerk who fucked his wife and caused her to disappear, and he never gave up on finding her whereabouts.

The motherland is the most direct link.

Just when he was thinking about how to plan next, the sound of light footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears, and he turned his head vigilantly to look, Lincoln who came out of the darkness made him subconsciously pull out his pistol :"Super hero?!"

"Superhero? I'm not." Lincoln chuckled, and pointed out his finger: "I suggest that you better put down the gun in your hand, otherwise, maybe you will never have the opportunity to track down your wife's whereabouts again." .”

"Becca?! Do you know Becca?!" Hearing what Lincoln said, Billy's eyes widened in an instant. He almost ignored Lincoln's remaining words, grabbed his pistol and rushed towards Lincoln: "What else do you know? ?!tell me!"

Looking at the proportion of his attack, Lincoln did not dodge or evade, and just a simple blur made Billy pounce on the mud behind him.

Looking down at the ratio of turning over and about to get up, Lincoln had a mysterious smile on his face: "How can spoilers be as fun as exploring by yourself? So, I think you'd better find out the secret you want by yourself. it is good."

"You he."

Billy glared at Lincoln, and started to utter a foul word, but before he could say it, Lincoln grabbed his head and pressed it on the table.

boom!
The wooden table shook suddenly, the knives and forks jingled, and he reached out and nailed a sharp knife to the table. Lincoln firmly grabbed Billy's head: "Do you know the way those people in India kill fish?"

The icy blade shone coldly in front of him, and Billy took a breath and said, "I know, that's the way they do it to process large fish, so you're going to process me?"

"What you said makes sense, but I also know another way of saying it." Lincoln shook his head: "In order to avoid killing, they set up a knife so that it can be said that the fish hit the knife and died instead of people."

"It's like now, you committed suicide by hitting yourself on the knife, and it has nothing to do with me. What do you think of this statement?"

"Extremely ridiculous!" Billy's emotions gradually calmed down: "Then I can still say that the people I killed were all killed by my own bullets, not me!"

"When did you people need to find such a ridiculous reason to kill people?"

"So you agree with my approach?"

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Billy looked at the blade in front of him, spread his five fingers and let go of the pistol: "You didn't kill me, it must be because I'm still useful, tell me, you're going to ask me to do it what?"

"I heard you're going to trouble the Super Seven?"

"Where did you hear that?"

Billy didn't answer directly, but asked a rhetorical question. The next moment, Lincoln pushed his head against the blade a little bit by hitting the table.

There was a burning pain on his cheek from friction. Billy looked at the blade approaching him, and immediately knew what Lincoln meant: "Yes, do you want to join us too?"

Hiss!

The pain on Billy's face was even worse, and Lincoln then said, "Tell me about your plan."

The ruthless attitude of the Lincoln people directly forced Billy to open his mouth and spit out all the plans he had made so far.

It was life or death, and in the presence of a man who knew his essential purpose, Billy temporarily gave up the idea of ​​playing tricks.

After clarifying his attitude, Lincoln let go of Billy and let him stand up again: "You are lucky, I am not going to tell anyone about your plan, so you can continue to take your little friend against the Super Seven Group."

Billy rubbed his red cheeks: "Tell me what your request is?"

"Require? I didn't ask." Lincoln laughed: "I just want you to know that someone is watching you, so don't just stare at one countryman, you may be able to find trouble with other super scum, I like to watch fun."

After speaking, he waved his hand and disappeared from Billy's eyes without a trace.

He looked around for a while, and after a long time, Billy sat back down on the chair again. He knew that from now on, there was no turning back for him.

Lincoln's sudden appearance blocked his last retreat. Either he appeared at the Water Group and reconciled with them at the risk of disappearing, or he could only go all the way to the dark.

And unlike before, now his target is no longer just the people of the motherland, there are more other superheroes.

The previous plan does not need to be completely overthrown, but maybe some small changes should be made.
Lincoln had a hard time seeing some guys, especially the Invisible Man.

He has always restrained the use of super vision to a certain extent, he just doesn't want to see naked men with things passing in front of him.

Turns out it was all ruined by the invisible man, damn it!
He didn't kill the invisible man, not because he forgave him, but because he was going to send him to Billy and the others to practice their courage.

Killing a metahuman is just the start of what he has in store for Billy and the Super Seven.

The next day, under Billy's strong request, Huey walked into the Vault Group building with a bug. He was looking around with a guilty conscience, and when he was not paying attention, he collided with a set of floating clothes.

Huey was taken aback by the solid and bumpy touch. Looking at the clothes floating in the air in front of him, Huey instantly knew who the person in front of him was—the invisible man.

Hitting directly into the members of the Super Seven, Huey's mood suddenly became more tense, and even exposed the bug in his mobile phone, but fortunately no more accidents happened.

Apologize - accept the apology - sign the contract - install bugs - leave, Huey completed the whole process without any risk, and returned to the car anxiously: "How is it?"

"Very good." Billy stared at the screen in front of him: "It's already started to work. Next, just wait for it to continuously send us back the filth of the Super Six."

Water Building.

Huey, who accepted the apology, left, but the locomotive did not leave, because Lincoln appeared in the office uncharacteristically: "How is it? How does it feel to kill someone?"

"No, not very good." The locomotive's voice stuttered, making Lincoln smile contemptuously.

"You should know what kind of people I hate, right?"

"I know, I know." The locomotive's throat couldn't help rolling, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

Lincoln looked at the locomotive with a smile on his face: "Tell me."

"People who hate using drugs."

"Then have you used it?"

"I" is like falling into an abyss, the locomotive's heart is cold, and chaotic darkness even appears in front of his eyes for a certain moment.

He only felt parched and flustered, but he still managed to maintain a calm look on his face: "I didn't!"

"Really?" Lincoln looked at the locomotive with a half-smile: "You probably don't know that I still don't like a kind of person, that is, the kind of person who must lie about something that I have already confirmed."

Lincoln reached out and threw a stack of photos in front of the locomotive: "You both dislike me and hate me. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Looking at the photo in front of him, the locomotive's hands and feet were cold, and his lips trembled and squirmed: "I, I"

"It seems that you have no sincerity, so let me help you."

Lincoln's plain voice rang in the engine's ears like a nightmare.

The next moment, accompanied by a bone-piercing click, a sharp pain hit the heart.

Ah!
The bones of both legs were broken, the heart-piercing shouts of the locomotive even pierced through the steel gate.

Lincoln looked at him indifferently, until his voice gradually weakened, and then waved to the rescue team who had been waiting by the side.

(End of this chapter)