This Rubber Killer only takes action at critical moments.
He probably wants to deliberately leave a deep impression on Russell, the Vought controller who can decide their fate even more than Edgar.
Actually, from Stormfront's lightning not harming Red Missile, and Red Missile punching Stormfront until her face was covered in blood, Rubber Killer should have been able to judge that Stormfront absolutely couldn't hurt him.
But precisely, he wouldn't make a move until Stormfront was about to fly away.
"Yes, it's my fault, sir." Edgar lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
He brought his subordinates before Master without fully training them.
"One of them hangs out with gangs and curses constantly, the other has a twisted mind and is a cold-blooded pervert.
I had warned them in advance that they were not allowed to speak in front of sir, not to annoy sir, and to just treat themselves as weapons with no presence, but..."
As he spoke, he looked coldly and with disgust at the two undisciplined fellows.
"It doesn't matter, anyway, after today, they won't have any more small thoughts." Russell waved his hand to stop Edgar's self-criticism, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
In fact—these two won't even have thoughts of their own.
"He still brought me a little surprise, this Rubber Killer is much more useful than Red Missile."
Rubber Killer dragged Stormfront back to the ground, his entire body stretching out as if melting and pouncing on her, enveloping Stormfront like a giant rubber bag.
It was useless no matter how desperately Stormfront released her lightning.
Rubber Killer coiled and contracted his body, like a giant python constricting.
Crack, crack!
Ribs clearly made sounds of being overwhelmed, and the oxygen in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out. Stormfront suffocated like a fish out of water, and soon became unable to struggle.
She was brought to Russell's feet by Rubber Killer, who moved like a strange blob of snot.
"Make him let... let me go, Infinitoid."
"Whose great-great-grandmother did You say You were before?" Russell looked down at her. "Your dull brain doesn't seem to have figured out the situation yet—I told You, I'm not a Vought."
"By what means did You obtain a seat on Vought's board, no... did You sideline the Vought family?"
Russell emphasized it again. Combined with his indifferent attitude towards her, Stormfront finally reacted.
Given Edgar's personality, even if they were really the Vought family's parasites, he wouldn't be so submissive.
"Only now do You understand? It's a bit late."
"No..."
Russell's face was indifferent, and a dangerous red light gleamed in his eyes.
Stormfront widened her eyes and tried to struggle and escape. Just as she shouted, a laser pierced her forehead, and her head drooped powerlessly.
Her plan to build a superhuman army to cleanse the World had only just taken half a step before it vanished along with her life.
[Stormfront Template Collected]
"You two did well."
Russell's gaze then fell upon the two temporary superhumans.
Red Missile and Rubber Killer were greatly startled and lowered their heads fearfully.
Although both of them had strength surpassing this woman.
But defeating the woman would also take some effort, whereas this Infinitoid executed this woman just by moving his eyes, like killing a chick.
One a gang thug, the other a perverted killer, they got out of prison alive and even gained a way to obtain superpowers. Before, they had a bit of restless, active thinking, but now they've become honest, at least for now.
Russell was a bit curious if he could collect the ability templates temporarily possessed by the two in this state.
But there's no rush to experiment now.
If he injured the two, it would waste time again.
"How much longer will their effects last?" He turned his head to ask Edgar beside him.
After the effects wore off about ten minutes later, Russell used his psychic abilities to control and clear the two's memories, leaving only thoughts of complete loyalty to him, as they stood respectfully with lowered heads.
"Next, we need to go find those 'Reserve Members'."
A sharp light flashed in Russell's eyes, feeling a bit emotional.
Edgar screened over a dozen prisons to find two temporary superhumans with top-tier abilities, but anyone in the protagonist group who used Temporary Compound Five had top-tier abilities.
Butcher, aside from not being able to fly, could be called a Little Homelander. In the end, he got a tumor and desperately injected himself with permanent Compound V but didn't die, becoming an even more powerful tumor tentacle guy.
Hughie, with a super physique and teleportation, could even exchange a couple of blows with Homelander in hand-to-hand combat.
Each of them had decent abilities, as if they were cheating.
"They can be just right for my use."
It's just that I don't know where those few people from The Boys are now.
...
Clang, clang, clang!
In the old Base shrouded by wind and snow, gunshots echoed continuously.
"It's over, this time it's really over."
Amidst the hail of bullets, hiding behind a steel table in the laboratory, Hughie desperately held his head, regretting it so much his intestines were turning green. He shouldn't have followed Butcher to Russia.
"Didn't You say it was just an underground laboratory? Billy.
This is clearly a military Base."
Butcher and Mother's Milk and Frenchie held rifles, occasionally returning fire from behind cover. Mother's Milk couldn't help but curse; he still couldn't escape being screwed over by that bastard Butcher.
"The day You came looking for me again, I should have expected today."
Their firepower was completely incomparable to the special forces team blocking the doorway; they could only temporarily make a last stand.
"This isn't like the plan. I originally intended to sneak in, get the weapon data for killing Soldier Boy, and then sneak away.
It's all Frenchie's fault, I told You not to tease that damned mouse."
Butcher's face was grim, suppressed by the firepower so much he could barely lift his head.
"That was a hamster!" Frenchie corrected, then irritably complained, "Who would have thought there was a freaking superpowered hamster locked up in this laboratory!
In today's World, even animals aren't normal anymore!"
If that hamster hadn't broken through the bulletproof glass and triggered the alarm by crashing around in the laboratory, it wouldn't have attracted the Base guards.
"What do we do now, Butcher, You damn well think of something!" Mother's Milk anxiously urged Butcher to quickly come up with an idea; it was he who led them into this desperate situation.
Butcher's expression was grim; he had no solution either.
If he had a choice at this moment, he wished he were one of those invulnerable monster superhumans he hated the most, but unfortunately, he wasn't.
"Maybe... maybe we can surrender. Spending a lifetime in prison is better than being shot dead!" Hughie held his head; his hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient, and he had a rifle in his arms but didn't dare to shoot.
"Are You kidding?
Violently breaking into another country's secret military Base with firearms is definitely espionage. Even in countries without the death penalty, it's hard to survive, let alone here."
Mother's Milk cursed loudly.
"Then... then what do we do?"
Hughie's teeth chattered, and he cried bitterly.
"I don't want to die yet."
Because of Russell, Butcher learned from Mallory early on that Soldier Boy was 'killed' by Russia using mysterious means back then. He immediately organized a team, chasing all the way here like a mad dog that smelled blood.
Having experienced fewer things, Hughie was far less mature than in the original plot trajectory.
Bang, bang!
The guns in their hands quickly ran out of bullets one after another. When Butcher and the others pulled the triggers again, only the empty clicks of the rifles answered them, their faces grim.
They had completely reached a dead end. The few of them were all in despair. Over a dozen special forces members at the doorway began to gradually approach in tactical formation.
Suddenly.
Whoosh!
A strong wind blew through, knocking down over a dozen special forces members without a sound. A young figure appeared in the laboratory in the blink of an eye, watching the extremely dishevelled few with his arms crossed.
"I don't know if I should say You are bold, or if You don't know what's good for You?
A few people dare to break into a heavily guarded military Base."