Chapter 99 Lucas’s Day Repairing Superhumans
"I’ve heard your story. You’ve been selling your ass in Trenton for so long, and you even took the time to abuse quite a few Africans and Asians along the way?"
"Are you a racist?"
The smile on Blue Hawk’s face faded slightly. These were all things he did in secret; not even the locals had evidence to prosecute him.
"No."
"Those people were all criminals. I only did what I had to do."
Lucas nodded.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Alright then!"
He stood up and slowly raised his hand.
"Then I’ll do some things I have to do as well."
Blue Hawk hadn’t yet realized what that sentence meant.
Swoosh!
Lucas’s speed was almost invisible to the naked eye; his hand-blade sliced lightly across Blue Hawk’s neck.
Blue Hawk’s head flew off and rolled into the corner.
The headless corpse stood stiff for two seconds before collapsing with a thud.
Ashley covered her mouth, her pupils shaking violently.
Lucas shook his hand, as if he had just swatted away a fly.
"Take out his heart and transplant it into A-Train."
"If anyone notices, just handle the PR by saying Blue Hawk died heroically during a rescue operation."
...
The surgery went smoothly.
Blue Hawk’s strong heart was unexpectedly compatible with A-Train’s body.
A few hours later, A-Train slowly woke up.
He touched his chest. He had received the heart of a racist?
Aside from feeling weak, the pain that had previously tormented him seemed to have eased significantly.
Ashley, who was watching over him, brought out the statement she had prepared long ago.
"Don’t have any psychological burden."
"Blue Hawk long abused people of color and committed many evils; Guardian personally judged him."
"This is the reward you deserve. Continue to serve Guardian."
A-Train’s mood was very complicated.
Lucas had judged Blue Hawk without the slightest hesitation.
Killing him was no different from crushing an ant.
This was the most powerful Supe in the world!
Just then, Lucas pushed the door open and walked in.
"Awake?"
He walked casually to the bedside and just moved his fingers; a warm, gentle force instantly surged into A-Train’s body.
Super-speed Healing.
A-Train only felt a warmth all over his body; the fatigue, weakness, and surgical wounds from the past few days vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
He flipped out of bed and stretched his muscles.
No, no!
It wasn’t just about recovery; he felt like he had returned to his peak.
Some of the hidden injuries from years of training were also mostly healed, as if he had returned to his younger days.
Even... stronger than his peak period!
"Th-this is..." A-Train widened his eyes, looking at Lucas in disbelief.
"Guardian, you... you can actually heal?!"
...
[A-Train — Emotional Change: Survival, Shock, Awe, Belonging and Loyalty]
[Evolution Points Gained: +11,200]
...
Lucas patted his shoulder.
"Small matter."
"Alright, since you’ve mostly recovered, work some overtime for me. Go call Black Noir here; I have some business with him."
A-Train was still in shock, but he didn’t dare to delay, and rushed out like a gust of wind.
...
Vought Tower office.
Black Noir was brought by A-Train.
Lucas was already sitting there with his legs crossed, waiting.
"You handled that business with The Deep well last time. As expected of a hitman who’s been working at RT-Mart for decades, it was clean and efficient!"
Black Noir nodded silently, waiting quietly for what came next.
Guardian’s language system was a bit erratic.
He was an old man and couldn’t quite understand young people.
"Soldier Boy... is still alive, right?"
Black Noir’s motionless figure suddenly stiffened!
He was wearing a mask, so his expression couldn’t be seen, but his instantly tensed muscles explained everything.
Black Noir still couldn’t forget his old captain.
"Don’t be nervous."
Lucas smiled, "I heard your heartbeat. You’re a superhero in The Seven, yet you’re scared of a dead man to this extent. It seems you’re truly scared to your bones."
Black Noir slowly lowered his head.
His gaze landed on the empty desktop, where a few mini cartoon characters jumped out. Whenever Black Noir felt very distressed, these guys would pop up.
"Stop chatting with your cartoon friends."
Lucas interrupted him, his tone flat but hitting the nail on the head.
"There is something wrong with your brain."
"Back then, Soldier Boy used his shield to knock a piece of your brain out."
"You have schizophrenia, old soldier."
Black Noir trembled, almost visibly.
That was the scene he could never forget in his life.
He was once a member of Payback, and he could speak and communicate like a normal person.
Until that bully punched his brain into its current state, one punch at a time.
"Soldier Boy is coming back. I have my own information channels; don’t doubt that I would lie to you. And I am very willing to provide you with protection!"
Lucas floated up, as holy as a god.
He said condescendingly: "As long as you swear loyalty to me... I can not only block Soldier Boy and make it so he can’t even touch a hair on your head, but I can also heal your brain!"
"Even... let you speak again!"
Black Noir slowly raised his head.
The cartoon character on the table was named Zha Zha.
Heal his brain?
Let him speak?
Even Vought’s top medical team was helpless against his brain; Guardian has a way?
What a joke!
Lucas saw through his doubt and couldn’t be bothered to waste more breath.
He just moved his fingers lightly.
The next second.
A mysterious force precisely surged into Black Noir’s cranial cavity.
Super-speed Healing!
At the gap in Black Noir’s brain that had been damaged for decades, it began to regrow, repair, and stitch together at an incredible speed...
"Ugh—!"
Black Noir suddenly covered his head, let out a muffled groan, and knelt on one knee.
The feeling of brain tissue regenerating crazily was not pleasant.
Although the brain itself has no pain sensation, once it is threatened, it will simulate pain signals to warn the host.
Black Noir only felt as if countless ants were gnawing inside his skull; this was the throbbing pain of reshaping.
As the throbbing pain hit, he was surprised to find that the cartoon characters on the table were saying goodbye to him one by one.
The noisy voices that had plagued his brain in the past were also fading away bit by bit.
Not long after.
The severe pain... stopped.
Black Noir slowly stood up from the ground.
He raised his hand, dazed, and touched his face covered by the mask.
His face had also healed.
Decades!
For the first time, his brain was this quiet.
...
[Black Noir — Emotional Change: Severe Pain, Disbelief, Trembling, Shock of a Miracle Descending, Palpitation]
[Evolution Points Gained: +12,800]
...
Lucas crossed his arms, looking at him with a half-smile.
"How does it feel?"
Black Noir’s throat rolled violently.
That throat, which had only been able to make airy sounds for decades, was now struggling to produce sound. He needed to relearn syllables to assist in articulation.
But this was a loss of the language system due to not speaking for a long time.
Not a total loss of voice.
Finally.
In the dead silence.
Black Noir used a dry voice to spit out the first word of his rebirth.
"Th... Thank you!"