American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Chapter 117 Bomb Vision, First Generation V

When Butcher woke up, he found himself lying on an unfamiliar medical bed.

The air didn't have the sour smell of garbage and car exhaust that you get in Lower Manhattan; there was only the faint astringent smell of disinfectant.

His fists clenched instinctively, and then he realized that the burning sensation in his chest that had tormented him for months had completely disappeared.

"How are you feeling?" Peter's voice came from beside him. He was sitting on a chair next to the medical bed, one leg crossed over the other, holding a steaming cup of cocoa.

Butcher sat up in bed, looking down at his hands. "What did you do to me?"

"Extremis Virus, a superpower agent similar to Compound V. However, the superpowers it grants are fixed, only the ability to generate high temperatures and the regenerative ability like Kimiko's."

Butcher held his hand up to his eyes, and his hand began to turn red, radiating a terrifying heat.

Then he looked up, his bloodshot eyes filled not with gratitude, but with a suspicious scrutiny: "You have no reason to help me so selflessly, so you have something for me to do."

"Yes." Peter placed Coco on the table next to him. "The Free Camps haven't been completely liberated yet."

Starlight and her resistance are clearing out the remaining Vought security forces one by one on the perimeter. The other members of the Black Robe Squad, Hughie, Breast Milk, and French, have been confirmed to be imprisoned in the Third Freedom Camp.

Besides, after I defeated Homelander, his new American system is collapsing faster than anyone anticipated.

Peter held up one finger: "First, after seeing Homelander's defeat on the live broadcast, the puppet president Cahon immediately tried to activate the emergency plan and contact the Department of Defense. But my AI exposed all his dirty deeds to all the major media outlets. He's currently busy preparing for the impeachment hearings and has no time to deal with what's going on below."

The second finger: "Secondly, after I purged Water Tower, the power vacuum in the middle ranks is being fought over by several remaining forces."

Although Sister Wise is dead, parts of her plans are still executing automatically, and several superhuman criminals who haven't been tried have escaped in the chaos. Peter raised his third finger: "And that's the most troublesome. The whole world saw Homelander disappear, but nobody knows where he went."

His supporters will become more dangerous fanatics, his opponents will become more disorderly mobs, and those centrists who were originally suppressed by his terror will become bandits in a power vacuum.

The United States currently lacks a functioning government, a law enforcement system, and a judicial system capable of adjudication. The vast majority of the country's functions have ceased to exist.

He lowered his hand and looked at Butcher: "I previously tried a group of people in the Water Tower using a provisional court, but that was only the core of Water."

There are dozens of free camps outside, hundreds of super-powered criminals who escaped in the chaos, and the entire collapsing state apparatus.

I can't handle all of these things by myself. So I need a team to do them.

"So you think I can do it well?" Butcher retorted.

“Of course not,” Peter stood up from his chair. “You’re just a madman who only knows how to use violence. I don’t expect you to do much. I just need you to do your favorite thing—hunt those freakish superhumans.”

Peter took out a metal card, flicked it lightly in his hand, making a crisp sound, and handed the card to Butcher.

Butcher looked down at the thin metal card in his hand. Before he could ask another question, the card turned into nanoparticles and began to flow between his fingers.

Silver nanoparticles crawled across the back of his hand like living things, bypassing his wrist bones and spreading upwards along his forearm.

Butcher instinctively tried to shake the card off, but the nanoparticles had already adhered firmly to his skin, weaving a suit of armor onto his body at a visible speed.

"What the hell is this thing!" Butcher's muffled voice came from the helmet, which was not yet fully formed, with a rare hint of panic.

"Just a high-tech suit of armor."

Peter pointed at Butcher and said, "You can figure out the other features yourself, but there's one you'll definitely like. Friday."

The arc reactor on the chest of the armor was subjected to a low-intensity overload, turning from light blue to gold. The overloaded energy was transferred to the palm cannons in the armor's hands.

Peter snapped his fingers, and on Friday, under his orders, the overload of the Arc Reactor was stopped.

"This is a replica of the Soldier Boy chest cannon. It's a directional neutron radiation pulse with adjustable energy output. Its destructive effect on Compound V is identical to the original. Superhumans will be reduced to ordinary humans after just one hit."

Butcher's grotesque laughter came from under his helmet. He twisted his head and said in a strange tone, like a villain in a TV drama, "Heh heh, I love this thing so much."

"Have you rested enough? If so, you should go to the Freedom Camp to rescue your comrades who have been imprisoned by the Homelanders, and then reorganize the Black Robe Squad."

The sun dust on Peter's body transformed into armor, and a crimson cloak slowly unfurled behind him: "Good luck."

Peter flew out the window to do his next thing.

Deep in the dense forests of northern Vermont, inside an old wooden cabin whose walls have been faded by time and moss.

The golden glow of the solar armor had just faded when Peter said to the person standing in front of him, "Try it and see if your superpowers are still there."

Across from Peter, the bomber attempted to take off but failed.

He was overjoyed: "Great! My superpowers are gone. How many years has it been? Well, I don't even remember."

Peter held out his hand: "Give it to me."

"Wait a moment." Having lost his superpowers, Bomb Vision rummaged through an inconspicuous corner of the cabin and found a metal box, which he handed to Peter.

"I hope you can use it in the right way, and not like Walter, who only knew how to use it to create a bunch of freaks with superpowers."

Peter opened the box, checked its contents, and then stored it in his spatial artifact.

Bomb Vision, whose real name was Robert, was a second lieutenant in the United States Army Air Corps during World War II. In 1943, he received the first injection of the No. 5 and became one of the earliest successful super-soldier experiments by Vought International.

Unlike Soldier Boy, who got his test qualification through connections, Bomb Vision is a true war hero, the kind who actually fought the Japanese with real swords and guns.

Compared to the second-generation No. 5 currently used by Vought, the original No. 5 had extremely exaggerated data in all aspects.

First of all, there was the alarmingly high mortality rate; only about one in a thousand subjects survived.

Secondly, the numbers are outrageous; every surviving subject will have extremely high levels of abnormal values.

Homelander's physical strength is around 500 tons, while the soldier boy who can wrestle with Homelander, as well as the other first-generation Injection V recipients, each have a physical strength of around 300 to 400 tons.

What does this mean? After losing his position as the Black Emperor, Peter's strength based solely on Spider-Man's physique is only a dozen tons, and even with the enhancement from Venom, it's only a little over forty tons.

Hulk's physical strength is only around 100 tons in his normal state.

The excessive values ​​are not only reflected in strength, but also in near-immortal defensive capabilities.

Aside from nuclear weapons or attacks from superhumans of similar caliber, conventional weapons are virtually harmless to the original Injector V.

Most importantly, the first generation of No. 5 would grant the injector immortality.

The recipient's body will be frozen at the moment of successful modification by the original No. 5, and will no longer age, possessing an almost infinite lifespan.

Peter made a deal with Bomb Vision in exchange for the last of the original No. 5s in his possession.

This No. 5 was originally prepared by him for his lover, a top-tier geisha with superpowers.

However, the top geisha did not want an immortal life, but rather wanted to experience a complete life, so she refused to be injected with the first-generation No. 5.

For someone with the immortality of a bomb, watching their loved one grow old and die is an extremely agonizing experience.

So Peter helped Bomb Vision remove the original No. 5 from his body, allowing him to grow old with the woman he loved.

Peter now has the finished product, the first generation of the No. 5. The next step is to deduce the manufacturing process of the first generation of the No. 5 and then further improve it.