Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Two days later, Breast Milk, Frenchman, and Kimiko returned from Russia, looking travel-worn.

When they got off the private jet, they were somewhat surprised to see the butcher who had come to pick them up.

"What happened to that slap on your face?"

In an instant, the butcher's professional fake smile vanished, replaced by a disgruntled glare at the talkative Frenchman before turning back to get straight to the point.

"Is the goods okay?"

"Of course not, I slept soundly."

The butcher did not respond to the somewhat sarcastic breast milk. He glanced at their package, then turned and told them to follow.

"Never mind, let's talk about it after we get in the car."

After the butcher briefly explained everything that had happened in the past few days to the Russian trio, the entire carriage fell silent.

After a long pause, the Frenchman finally managed to speak with difficulty:

"So, we partnered with someone who possesses multiple superpowers, yet couldn't kill a superpowered individual who was imprisoned and researched by Vought for a year?"

"You could say that."

After receiving a definite answer, the three looked at each other and exchanged opinions, deciding that they should ask Xiuyi for his opinion later.

The butcher driving the car didn't notice the three's subtle movements. Remembering Walter's recent changes, he gave a warning:

"By the way, Walter came to our base and wrecked it because we kidnapped Mr. Hope. We've moved to another place to work now."

"Does Walter value him that much?"

"Of course, after all, Walter spent so much money to keep our Mr. 'Hope' from running away, and after the last time, that bastard Stan Edgar was certain it was us, and sent his mad dogs everywhere to track us down."

Upon hearing this terrible news, breast milk was at a loss for what to do. Although they were from the Superhuman Affairs Bureau, Director Newman had always been in cahoots with Wot.

In other words, they can only go back to their old underground work and lie low, waiting for an opportunity.

"So what do we do now? We'll listen to you and bring that guy back."

"No rush. Our Mr. 'Hope' said that after today, Walter will be in chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car came to a smooth stop in front of an old apartment building. After making sure no one was around, he called the three of them to unload the goods and go to the basement.

When they returned to the basement, Hugh was watching TV in front of the worn-out sofa. When he saw the three of them come back, he got up and greeted them warmly.

"Damn it, you guys are finally back. I swear I'll never split up again. It was so stupid."

"That's what I thought too, buddy. We almost didn't make it back."

While the four were exchanging pleasantries, the Butcher reconnected the power to the soldier boy's cryogenic chamber and searched for Locke's whereabouts, only to find that Locke, who never even left the house to use the toilet, was not in the basement.

"Hugh, where's Locke?"

"Him? He just said he was going out to take care of some things."

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Less than 500 meters from the new base, outside a convenience store, Kenbu, a superpowered bounty hunter under Vought's command, appeared discreetly at the entrance dressed in casual clothes.

The human-skinned dog, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell, hearing, taste, and aesthetic sense like a canine, sniffed and walked into the convenience store.

He smelled it—the scent of his prey.

As he cautiously entered the convenience store, opened the freezer door, and took out two bottles of beer endorsed by the Patriots, his gaze involuntarily fell on the white-haired man chatting with the counter staff.

"Huh? You must be joking! Ezekiel was gay? He was a Christian saint!"

"How many of Vought's superheroes are good? This is Vought, after all. They give Compound V to babies. For them, faith is just a more profitable business."

Seeing the skeptical look on the shop assistant's face, Locke pointed to the television and said:

"If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. If you win, I'll give you a big tip; if you lose, I won't take anything."

"Okay, what's the bet?"

"Let's bet on who Walter will step down to take the blame at today's press conference, how about it?"

"Huh? How am I supposed to bet on this?"

"I'm only betting on one person."

"Who?"

Stan Edgar.

Hearing this, Inu-boku almost burst out laughing, but he held it in and took his beer to the front desk to pay the bill.

While paying the bill, Inubu turned his head and pretended to make eye contact with Locke by chance. He gave a friendly smile, just like a stranger he had just met, polite yet distant.

At the same time, Senator Newman appeared in the center of the television screen and began to speak.

"Good afternoon, thank you all for gathering here. I am Congresswoman Victoria Newman, Director of the Federal Bureau of Transhuman Affairs."

As the press conference officially began, Locke and the cashier's attention was drawn to the television. Inu-fusa grabbed his things and prepared to run, intending to call for backup.

The video of Xuan Se's escape has spread across the internet these past two days and become a super hot topic. Only a fool would go up against someone who is capable of fighting and who is fleeing in panic!

However, not long after Inu-bun left, Locke placed Hugh's wallet on the counter, told the cashier he was going out to make a phone call, and then disappeared from the convenience store.

"Over the past year, our bureau has maintained a consistent principle in cooperating with Water International: the strongest among us cannot be above the law, including the most powerful people in the company."

Watching Newman speak eloquently on stage, Stan in the audience couldn't help but take off his glasses and press his throbbing temples with his fingertips.

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Newman's remarks, but he was simply exhausted both physically and mentally from the past few days.

Hopefully, after the project goes wrong, he will not only have to deal with the board's inquiries, but also the Department of Defense's probing questions, not to mention that Homelander is also someone who is not to be trifled with.

But most importantly, there's 0165 who escaped. Even though a single test revealed that he was indeed with Starlight Boyfriend, he couldn't get a good night's sleep until he caught him.

However, he never imagined that tonight he would be able to get his first peaceful night's sleep.

Because his troubles can be passed on to someone else.

"Homelander... bravely stepped forward and submitted evidence that Stan Edgar, CEO of Water International, committed crimes within the company."

Stan: "?"

In that instant, Stan thought about many things. He wondered why his adopted daughter would betray him at such a crucial juncture.

Was it because her friend Xiu Yi was almost accidentally injured during an operation a few days ago, which led to a big fight between the two of them?

Or has he been suppressing Walter's ambitions all along for Walter's sake?

Or is it all of the above?

A large number of media outlets suddenly turned their cameras and microphones towards him, flashing lights and blinding waves of light crashing down on him.

But at this moment, Stan's face had long since lost the gloom of the past few days, and instead, a look of relief appeared on his face.

Because he knew he had lost.

But he can afford to lose.

Of course, more importantly, whoever set the trap for him, whoever wants to sit in that chair, will face an inescapable problem.

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When Locke returned to the convenience store carrying the dog harness, Stan was once again the star of the show, while the cashier looked at him with almost worshipful eyes and asked:

How did you know?

Locke smiled without saying a word, simply put down the dog leash, took all the cash from Hugh's wallet, and gave it to the waiter as a tip.

"Trust me, you won't want to know. By the way, do you have any of those ribbons for gift boxes?"

"Yes, we do. What size do you need?"

Locke glanced down at the dog-bound dog, then looked up and gave it a bright smile:

"The bigger the better, after all, I'm giving a very big gift to celebrate a friend's happy retirement."