"Hey, brother Black Noir, I heard you got beaten up and hospitalized in Texas. How's your recovery going?"
'Fu-fu-fu-f==k you~~~!!!'
"Alright, looks like you're in high spirits. Anyway, welcome back. After being absent for so long, I'm sure our listeners have really missed you!"
'Gooooood~ Job~~!!'
Black Noir was frantically pressing the cue buttons in the broadcasting booth, signaling for The Deep, who was beside him, to get on with today's show topic.
Heaven knows why Vought International wanted him and The Deep to host a broadcast show like this. He was a mute, and The Deep was a fish-fetishist; could they really spark any chemistry at all?!
The Deep was wearing a dark green ocean hero suit with a front-zippered breathable design. His muscles were well-defined, and his striking good looks, paired with medium-length brown hair and a sexy mustache, made him look quite flashy.
Relying on his outstanding physical appearance and unique marine abilities, he was quite popular among women. Perhaps this factor played a significant part in why Vought International chose him to join 'The Seven' back in the day.
"Buddy, the next question might be a bit tough to answer..."
The Deep looked down at the script, then glanced at Black Noir with schadenfreude, "Some people say you actually went to cause trouble for Superman, only to get thoroughly thrashed by him. Is that true?"
'Noooooo~~!!'
The silent warrior pressed the button very hard, seemingly wanting to express his determination through it.
The Deep looked at him: "Alright, listeners, it seems there's more to this story. Brother Black Noir, why did you go to Texas? Reveal it to everyone now!"
Black Noir sat up straight in his chair and began gesturing left and right.
"Alright, listeners, Black Noir is very excited right now. He's gesturing non-stop, so let me translate for you all."
The Deep gave a goofy smile, winking at the wall, though he clearly didn't understand Black Noir's sign language at all. This situation had happened many times before.
So finally, when Black Noir stopped gesturing and looked at him with calm anticipation.
"Haha, I get it now."
The Deep said confidently into the microphone: "You went to carry out a mission, a very dangerous mission!"
'Yeeeeeeees~~~~!!'
The Deep: "Brother Black Noir, your luck was terrible; that mission happened to be near the 'House of Superman'!"
'Yeeeeeeees~~~~!!'
The Deep: "That mission was..."
'Dun dun dun dun dun~~~~~~~~!'
The Deep shouted loudly: "That mission was to go to the 'House of Superman' to rescue dolphins!!"
'Fu-fu-fu-fuck you~~~!!!'
The Deep feigned regret: "Oh, I forgot, there are no dolphins there. It seems our brother Black Noir isn't too satisfied with my answer. Listeners, let's have him write it down himself..."
Black Noir placed his two katanas on the table, comically pulled out paper and a marker, and started scribbling.
...
The two members of 'The Seven' interacted intimately, looking very friendly.
The entire process was actually just to save face for Black Noir's failed mission and his subsequent coma. They were desperate to use various channels to recover the drop in approval ratings caused by Black Noir's defeat.
Of course, during this process, they didn't mind subtly causing trouble for Superman.
It was just that even Homelander hadn't been able to take him down, so no matter how unconvinced they were, they didn't dare to do anything openly.
Especially Black Noir; he had actually been defeated by a nut given to him by some weird lizard rookie whose name he didn't even know. Whether it had anything to do with Superman was unknown, but it made it hard for him to hold his head up in front of his companions.
After the interview program ended, it was already late at night.
The two walked out of the broadcasting booth, and The Deep extended an invitation to his partner: "Finally off work. Brother, how about we go relax?"
Black Noir took out his phone and typed: "Where to?"
"Heh heh, my preacher brother from Capes for Christ contacted me~!"
The Deep smiled mysteriously: "Ezekiel, that rubbery old queen, just returned to Manhattan recently. He's gathered a bunch of handsome men for a party, but their women are coming too, so everyone can have fun without being easily discovered. So, you know... we join in, and when the time comes, he plays with his men, and the women are ours..."
"..."
Black Noir stood there and touched his head, but in the end, only touched his black helmet mask.
Seeing this, The Deep thought he was hesitating: "I bet it'll be a lot of fun. I've tried it for you before, brother. Are you going or not?"
Black Noir was silent for a long moment, then shook his head.
"Is that so?"
The Deep sighed. He didn't understand why Black Noir wouldn't participate in such an interesting thing.
The Deep patted Black Noir's shoulder in disappointment and said with great regret: "That's a real shame. It seems you're still a bit bothered by what happened before, but that's life, brother Black Noir. I hope you get over it soon!"
The two walked out of the Vought building and went their separate ways.
The Deep didn't notify his assistant, nor did he tell anyone else.
He stood in the night air of New York and sent a message to the rubber man, who quickly gave him the party address.
The Deep looked up, glancing left and right, and seeing no one paying attention to him, he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Hehehe~~! Big fish!? This is going to be great, babies, the wonderful nightlife is about to begin!!"
He plunged into the night.
Yellow diamonds in the light ~
And we're standing side by side ~
As your shadow crosses mine ~
What it takes to come alive ~
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny ~
But I've gotta let it go ~
We found love in a hopeless place ~!
We found love in a hopeless place ~!
The DJ blasted music on the dance floor. Dim lights accompanied by lasers rotated rhythmically. People were nodding their heads, swaying to the beat of the song, young bodies colliding, the fire of desire burning—the atmosphere of this secret party was explosive.
At the entrance, an alert, burly black security guard suddenly reached out and stopped a slightly suspicious-looking young man.
No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a teenager.
Even though the lighting was dim, the black security guard could tell that this young white guy, about 176cm tall and somewhat thin, actually looked very young.
Of course, at Ezekiel's party, being young was never an issue.
Suspicious, unidentified personnel were the problem.
He looked him up and down, slightly scrutinizing: "Young man, sorry to stop you, but what's your name? Do you have an invitation?"
The young white man's eyes drifted inward. He steadied himself and replied: "My name is Matthew. A friend told me to come. I don't have an invitation."
The black security guard shook his head decisively: "Sorry, this is a private party. I don't know how you found the entrance, but you can't get in without an invitation."
Matthew's eyes darted around: "Buddy, help me out. I'm just curious. My classmate said there was a big event with Ezekiel tonight, and I wanted to come check it out."
As he spoke, he stealthily pulled out two green dollar bills and handed them over.
"Tch~"
The black security guard saw it was two hundred dollars, didn't take it, and instead sneered, "What's your classmate's name?"
"..."
Seeing him pressing for an answer, Matthew had to keep making things up: "You might not know my classmate, but you must know my friend Black Noir. He's the one who told me to come."
"Hahahaha~~~!"
To his surprise, the black security guard burst into laughter, "Mr. Black Noir never attends private parties like this. If you're going to lie, at least make it believable, Matthew? Your name is probably fake too, right?"
As he spoke, he immediately stopped hesitating and shooed him away: "Just go, kid. I don't know where you got your information, but this place isn't for you."
A two-hundred-dollar tip to bribe him?
The salary Ezekiel paid him to be security was much higher than that.
Although he hadn't read many books and his IQ was lacking, he still knew the difference between being full for one meal and being full for every meal.
Seeing this, Matthew got anxious and struggled to say: "Help me out, if the money isn't enough, I can add more."
The black security guard blocked him, not letting him pass: "It's not about the money, it's about whether you have the qualifications."
Matthew gritted his teeth: "And what if I insist on going in?"
He was already prepared to take action.
The black security guard felt nothing about this. His bulk, standing there, was more than twice Matthew's size; he couldn't have imagined that this kid had such wild intentions.
Perhaps out of pity, while blocking him, he also subtly reminded him: "These are the rules. If you can't get in, you can't get in. Don't struggle, kid. This might be a good thing for you. Young people shouldn't be too stubborn; sometimes you have to listen to advice."
'Damn, ran into a stubborn security guard.'
Hearing him say this, Matthew's intention to take action faded.
He stepped back a few paces and calmly looked at the structure of the venue. Since he couldn't enter through the main gate, he prepared to find a place to sneak in quietly.
Just then, a man wearing a dark green breathable uniform came from behind, "Hey, buddy, how are you?"
He touched his mustache and nodded at the black security guard.
Matthew turned around and his eyes lit up. He actually recognized the person who had arrived; it was the man known as the Lord of The Seven Seas, The Deep, who hadn't even changed out of his hero uniform.
The black security guard nodded respectfully: "Hello, Mr. The Deep."
After saying this, he stepped aside and opened the gate for The Deep to pass through.
The Deep passed by Matthew and asked subconsciously: "Who is this person?"
Looking at Matthew, the black security guard told the truth: "A minor looking for thrills nearby. I already told him to leave, but he said he knows Mr. Black Noir."
"You know Black Noir?"
The Deep's mind was full of big fish right now, and he was clearly in a good mood. He smiled and asked Matthew: "Brother Black Noir ran into some bad luck recently. Do you know what happened?"
He was originally just asking casually.
"Of course I do."
To his surprise, the teenager opposite him rolled his eyes and said quite definitively: "He was poisoned unconscious by someone stuffing a handful of nuts into his mouth!"
The black security guard scolded: "Hey, kid, just go, you're not welcome here!"
Who is Black Noir?
He's a member of 'The Seven'; this kid is talking more and more nonsense!
"..."
The Deep, however, had his mouth wide open. It took him a long while to come back to his senses. He scrutinized Matthew seriously: "You really know Black Noir?"
Matthew nodded, "If you don't believe me, you can ask him."
He was betting that their relationship wasn't actually that close; otherwise, why would he come alone?
Although his analysis process was wrong, the result was clearly achieved.
"Forget it. It's been over half an hour since work ended; brother Black Noir is probably already back in his lair resting."
The Deep was anxious to get inside and party, so he didn't think too much about it. He subconsciously guessed that since Matthew knew some inside information, even if he didn't know Black Noir, he was at least somewhat connected.
"This is my little brother."
Thus, he gave a hearty laugh, waved at Matthew, the ordinary teenager, "Since you're already here, just come in with me."
Matthew nodded happily: "Thank you, Mr. The Deep."
With him acting as a guarantor and guide, the burly black man naturally wouldn't stop them and obediently cleared the way.
Just like that, Matthew followed The Deep through the gate and quickly entered the secret party space.
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