Chapter 15: Indifference

Mike rushed around the city and stopped a drunk driver, from crashing into a building, helped people out of a burning building and stopped a small gangbang in a black neighborhood.

However, not all of his time was spent savings people, as he had something important to do.

Mike had to take care of injuries after he was attacked by enemies since he was abandoned at the age of twelve. After nearly a decade of tending his own wounds, the wounds of the people he wanted to help and his friends, along with professional grade medical advice and guidance he has received, his ability to do surgery is second to none. He is the ultimate surgeon with 100% success chance. And now he will put his skills to the test.

*Knock* *knock*

Popclaw came to the door and looked through the door to see the dreadful face of the man she fears the most. The man on the other side yelled "Open the door, Popclaw. What I am going to do will not be pleasant, but it sure beats what I will do to you if your make me wait any longer!"

With a shaky grip, she fumbled to open the door and barely managed, while thinking one thing *I-I guess it's my turn now. He is most definitely going to have his way with me and abuse me. A-train... Please save me!*

Mike pushed the door wide and grabbed her by her throat again. His face, unlike last time, was cold and serene. He didn't seem to be here for please or for anything unprofessional. Even though Popclaw was fearing for herself, she was slightly unnerved by the actions of Mike.

Mike gently laid her down on the ground and put a very weird belt on and took out some small knives and a special device. He suddenly turned Popclaw around and laid her down on the ground with her back facing up.

She began crying once again "P-please, let me go! I may have been a pronstar, but this isn't something anyone would want!" Mike raised an eyebrow and laughed in her face "No one wants to be blown up, swine, but some people deserve to be. Relax, I'm not here for your body. I'm going to install a special bomb near your heart. It will monitor your blood and do some other things. I want you in perfect shape, so make sure you don't take any drugs, except some V. Now, I'll sever your spinal cord, so calm yourself and don't move."

During massive sieges, there physically wasn't enough medicine to put everyone under anesthesia, so the advancement intelligence officers and Mike came up with an innovation in medical science.

Mike manoeuvred the surgical knives in his hands and cut the spinal cord on the top of her neck and the entire lower body of Popclaw went limp.

"W-what did you do to me?!"

Mike smirked "Don't worry, Filth, this is an advanced surgical procedure to make sure you don't even twitch your body during the procedure, as you physically won't feel anything. Now, where was I? Ah yes, time to open up your spine!"

The woman begged for mercy, while Mike didn't even care enough about her to even show a slight reaction to her wales anymore. *Good thing my shield belt blocks sounds from traveling through, or else this would be a complete disaster for my identity.*

Within an hour, the operation was done and Mike used a needle 3 micrometers long to stitch popclaw back together, with hyperweave threads.

Even her spinal cord was attached back and she suddenly jumped away from Mike, as soon as the control returned to her. Mike didn't care enough to stop her and just stood up.

"Y-you! You're a monster! We supes might not be the best of people, but you are a complete monster! A sociopathic monstrosity! What did I ever do to you?!"

"I recommend not taking anymore drugs, if you know what's good for you!" With those last words, Mike put the blood Popclaw lost into a blood bag and stored it into his backpack. He ignited his spirit and the two surgical knives were burned by nearly 1 thousand degrees Celsius, but it didn't melt or even get slightly charred. It remained the dark blue it always was and he stored them back into his backpack.

The thought of entertaining the female's outrage or small rebellion didn't even occur to Mike. He simply said all he had to say, did what he considered necessary and began to leave.

Popclaw wanted to punch Mike or do something, but as soon as mike glanced around and she saw his cold eyes, the memories of what Mike did to her resurfaced.

The powerlessness of how Mike just carried her by the throat and directly threatened her, how he just now pushed her face down into the floor and did whatever the hell he did to her body. The fear seeped into her heart once again and her eyes widened. Her feet shook and she could barely utter a single word.

Mike ignored her small panic attack and said "Remember, I was never here, nothing special happened to you today and not a SINGLE word of any of this to anyone. The moment you do... Let's just say death won't be what you will have to fear. The materials I used to stitch you up are of the highest quality. You will have no physical scar or bleeding no matter what you do. I want them back after your body heals, so I recommend you don't take any drugs."

Mike closed the door behind him and left. The woman inside couldn't stop shaking and fell on her knees with tears falling down her face like a waterfall.

*So annoying! Can't she just let me do my thing and shut up? God, what's wrong with the people in this world? Why are they all so willful and arbitrary?*

After the small adventure, Mike rushed off to be a "hero" once again, until the time of meet-up arrived for The Boys.

A.N

Thanks for getting me 69 chapter in a single day. That's outrageous! Insane! I'm still not giving you guys a bonus chapter. I mean, if you guys, miraculous, get me to 690 power stones, I'll give you 2 extra chapters, but it ain't happening.

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