482 Invincible: Machine Head's Lieutenant - Isotope, The Tight Pants of Justice, The Kidnapping of a Poor Man and I Am Not the T-1000.

PS: This and the next chapter are more of a parody, don't take them too seriously XD

(Marvel Universe)

"Justice Comes in Very Tight Pants..."

This was the stream's title that sparked different reactions, from people laughing their heads off to a man being moved. This man was Deadpool, an antihero mercenary whose real name is Wade Wilson. He felt moved when he saw Allen.

"Bravo! Gorgeous!" Deadpool clapped and blew kisses into the air upon seeing such a thing because he was a man who loved tight pants, especially those that emphasized a man's buttocks and crotch.

"Only a real man, sure of himself with a sexy butt, can wear tight pants because they show the world your confidence. Bravo!"

"Shut up!"

Logan punched Wade, both of them were at the same bar, but unlike Deadpool, Logan got annoyed seeing Allen dressed as a cop. On one hand, he didn't have a good relationship with law enforcement, and on the other hand, he was intimidated by the third arm of the law.

"Tsk..."

"Don't worry, you have other qualities like those sideburns and your defined muscles~"

Logan looked at Deadpool with disgust. This degenerate came up to him without permission, saying that in the future they would be best friends, saving the world from destruction while holding hands—something very weird.

Logan wasn't a calm person, and of course, this led to a fight, but realizing Wade was also immortal, he figured it was pointless and simply decided to ignore him.

...

...

(Invincible Universe)

Allen was aware that his current appearance was causing a lot of controversy and reactions, but he didn't care, or rather, that was the goal. Allen toured the city after borrowing a motorcycle and a police uniform at the nearest station; of course, no one refused him, and no one had the authority to deny him anything.

Allen did this because, with Invincible heading to Mars, it would take two weeks before the plot in this world advanced any further, and he had free time. What better way to pass the time than messing with criminals? No, being the herald of justice.

Allen knew that no crime, no matter how small, would escape the third arm of justice.

As he drove, Allen observed the citizens on the streets. A police officer's life in this world is complicated. Many people hated and feared them, but no one cared about their hearts and what they went through. Just imagine being an ordinary officer trying to make money for your family, and then an alien doped up on anti-tank armor and lasers coming out of his ass attacks you. No matter how well you're paid, it's not worth it, so being a police officer in a world like this was something that deserved respect.

Gwen – Are you really going to get into character that much? Hahaha.

As the daughter of a police captain, Gwen had a strange feeling about this. It was a mix of fun and embarrassment. Luckily, her father was always busy and didn't have time to see anything like this.

Barbara – Oh God, how embarrassing! If my father saw this!

Barbara also felt embarrassed. After all, her father was Commissioner Gordon.

"Don't worry girls, I won't let this uniform down," Allen assured as he saw Gwen and Barbara's concern.

Allen drove through the city until he noticed something suspicious, there was a man in a purple suit with long green hair surrounded by armed men. They entered a luxurious building.

Kara – Allen, I remind you you're wearing a police uniform... don't do anything too extreme.

Gwen – Kara, don't even bother trying... he has that stubborn look, and he just blocked out his brain...

Rick – This is about to get good! Morty, get me some popcorn!

MJ – Allen is very smart, but when he stops thinking, he can do some really stupid things. Haha.

...

"Does that citizen need my help?!" Allen, upon seeing the worried face of the man, had a bad feeling. "It must be a kidnapping!"

With that in mind, Allen decided to help the desperate man...

Allen got off his motorcycle and walked toward the building. Two armed men got nervous. They were supposed to act as security guards, but in reality, they were gangsters working for Machine Head.

"Sir officer, this is private property..." said the "guard" in the black suit.

"Don't bother pretending. I know you kidnapped a citizen. I saw him being escorted by armed men. Put down your weapons, you're under arrest..."

The men exchanged looks. They were confused. Their boss, Machine Head, controlled the underworld, so the authorities were fully aware of him and his multiple properties. They had tried to arrest him many times, but it was impossible. For the sake of superficial peace, they decided to ignore his activities as long as they weren't too obvious. Now, out of nowhere, a humble traffic officer came to the front door of one of their buildings, looking for Machine Head's lieutenant.

This was bordering on absurd. Didn't this young officer know that they didn't fear the police? That even if they killed him, there would be no repercussions?

...

Inside the building, the kidnap victim entered a luxurious office while relaxing with a shot of whiskey.

The endangered man was none other than Isotope, Machine Head's lieutenant.

"Tsk... I hate this brand, never mind" He lit a cigarette, feeling annoyed.

His boss was the worst criminal in the city, an egotistical bastard who thought he had the world in the palm of his hand because Machine Head had a quantum computer for a head. With the right microchip, he claimed he could calculate any possibility, and nothing escaped his calculations.

"Idiot..."

Isotope was annoyed because, on a job given to him by his boss, he had been shot. Yes, it was his fault for getting distracted, and even though he could teleport, that didn't mean the bullets couldn't hit him, because his reflexes were still human.

Getting hurt on a job wasn't the problem; it was that his boss, Machine Head, humiliated him, scolded him, and blamed him for it. This made it clear to Isotope that Machine Head cared little for anyone's life, including his right-hand man.

"That bastard would be dead without me..."

Isotope was Machine Head's insurance. If anything went wrong or if he was cornered, he could always rely on teleporting with his help. However, Machine Head had never once thanked him.

Isotope wondered if he got the chance; would he betray him?

'That depends. My next boss better be someone worth it...'

Regardless of his emotions, there was no doubt that Machine Head was a very skilled criminal. In this city, no one paid better or had as much power in the underworld as he did.

"Mr. Isotope!" a guard opened the door to Isotope's office.

"What?! I told everyone not to bother me!"

Given his importance to Machine Head, Isotope rarely left his side, and right now, he just wanted to relax without that metal head around.

"Sir, it's important!"

Before Isotope could get any angrier, gunshots were heard from the entrance. Isotope got up and teleported to the monitoring room to see what was going on.

"What's happening?!"

A guard quickly played the recording from a few seconds ago, showing an officer talking to the guards at the entrance. Soon one of them got rude and received a punch that sent him into the wall. The other started shooting, but the bullets didn't do anything to the officer.

Isotope watched this with surprise. "Since when do blue dogs have a Superman in their ranks... no matter, you all do what you can, I'm out of here. Let's let Machine Head send someone to visit the police chief's wife, so he can control his dogs better... hm?!"

Isotope, hands in pockets, was about to leave when he realized he hadn't teleported. He looked at his hands and couldn't activate the green rings that appeared when he used his powers.

"What's going on?!"

Isotope felt fear. This had never happened to him since he got his powers, and he always assumed losing them would be impossible.

"I... I... can't teleport!"

...

Allen entered the building, assuming the poor soul had been kidnapped.

"I must rescue that poor man in a purple suit and take him to his family..."

Artoria – Allen, are you sure that man was a victim?"

"Yes, didn't you see him surrounded by armed men and looking worried? It must be!"

Makima – Hehe, definitely a victim, not a mafia boss. You should rescue him, though now that you're a lawman, be careful while wearing that uniform.

Allen thought for a moment and saw the man buried in the concrete. "You're right, I'll act as a law officer."

"There he is, kill him!"

A line of armed men appeared before Allen, aiming automatic weapons at him.

"Criminals, drop your weapons..." Allen raised his palm. "You're under arrest."

Of course, no one paid attention to Allen and they started firing at him. Allen remained calm as the bullets hit him and fell to the ground, then he began walking toward them.

"What?!"

"He has powers!"

"What do we do?! We need to report to the boss!"

"What are you doing?! Keep shooting! Someone bring the explosives!"

The gangsters went from being cruel killers to being terrified as they saw an officer walk through a rain of bullets without showing any fear.

"You have the right to remain silent..."

"Ahhh! It's a monster!"

"Everything you say will be used against you in court..."

A gangster arrived with an RPG and, without hesitation, fired at Allen, hitting his body and causing a massive explosion. Then everything fell silent.

"Did we do it?..." asked one of them, stunned.

*footsteps*

"Impossible..."

The gangsters' faces paled as the sound of footsteps echoed in the smoke. The smoke acted as a curtain that enveloped him... Officer Walker emerged from the smoke without a single scratch, his clothes still clean, his glasses shiny, and his pants still very tight.

"You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford one..." Behind the sunglasses, the terrifying eyes of justice were visible, "The state will provide one..."

Isotope recoiled, sitting on the floor, with snot pouring from his face, while the desperate screams of his subordinates echoed in his ears as the fists of justice buried them in the walls. Officer Walker had decided to hold back, so he didn't use any of his skills, only his fists and his indestructible body were his weapons.

Isotope stumbled out of the monitoring office and grabbed a guard by the clothes. "What are you waiting for? Take me to the parking lot, I want an armored vehicle, and call them!"

"Who should I call, sir?"

Isotope screamed in desperation, "Everyone! Call everyone! Someone stop that monster!"

...

...

Isotope took an elevator while getting nervous, as the screams grew louder and louder. He stepped out of the elevator with four muscular gangsters, each with a light machine gun. However, this seemed useless.

"Where are they?!"

Isotope waited two minutes until he heard the rumble of a black armored Rolls Royce approaching, with several armored trucks. His heart calmed for a moment, but then he heard a loud crash coming from the elevator.

Once again, there was silence as their guns aimed at the elevator.

Danger!

The sound of metal being deformed was heard.

"What are you doing? Shoot!"

The machine guns fired bursts of heavy ammunition, capable of damaging light tanks, into the elevator. The metal doors were immediately filled with holes.

While Isotope climbed into the armored vehicle, but before it started, the doors exploded, knocking two of the gunmen with machine guns.

Officer Walker emerged unscathed and stared silently at Isotope. He saw the fear in his eyes and felt concerned.

That guy must be terrifying, just look at his face. And these heartless criminals, how could they kidnap someone and even use machine guns for that?

Allen's heart burned with justice, and he moved toward a man with a machine gun, snatching it away and slamming him into a vehicle, which was pushed by his immense strength.

"What are you doing? Move quickly!" Isotope was terrified, he had never seen such a scary guy. He was like Terminator, no, he was like the T-1000!

The Rolls Royce accelerated, and Allen had many skills to stop that vehicle but he had decided to use only his body, so he took off his helmet and started running after the vehicle.

His way of running was peculiar, with his palms flat and arms swinging vertically, almost robotic, which made it even more terrifying. Especially because his speed began to increase, catching up with the vehicle.

"Shoot! Shoot!" Isotope shouted desperately.

Three trucks with guards joined the convoy. Two placed themselves behind Isotope's vehicle, opening their rear doors to reveal turreted energy weapons.

Allen frowned, "These criminals are a bunch of psychopaths."

...

The dolls and the chat watched, stunned, as Allen strongly believed that Isotope was a terrified kidnapping victim when he was clearly their boss.

Wednesday – Yes, dear... they are a bunch of psychopaths...

Albedo – Yes, Allen-sama says they are, no one has the right to contradict his words~

Bocchi – This...

Rebecca – Just play along Bocchi... right now, our Master wants to be a T-1000; let the man be happy.

Bocchi smiled and nodded.

...

People might think that Allen was just acting again because even Allen didn't recognize Isotope and thought he was really a victim. But the mystery of why Isotope's powers stopped working remained.

This was due to "The Absolute," a power that Allen couldn't control well. It activated itself when it sensed Allen's desire to rescue Isotope. And of course, if Isotope teleported, Allen wouldn't be able to save him, so "The Absolute" deactivated Isotope's powers.

This unexpected situation led to the current state, of course, everyone knew that Allen was a disgusting troll, and no one knew to what extent Allen truly believed Isotope was a victim and to what extent he was just acting.

Allen didn't pay attention to the doubts in his chat. His mind was focused on completing his mission at all costs, even a rain of bullets wouldn't stop him, nothing would.

The chase hit the streets and quickly became public. People filmed and spread the news of a super officer chasing an armed convoy through Chicago.

Bullet casings fell onto the asphalt, the light generated by the shots flashing, indicating the friction with the air and their power. These bullets could pierce concrete and steel but collided with Officer Walker without causing any damage.

"This isn't working, use the truck, damn it!"

Isotope ordered something absurd over the radio, and one of the drivers, knowing what awaited him and his family if he disobeyed, slammed on the brakes, drifted, and turned to intercept Allen with thirteen tons of metal at full speed.

Allen, still with his sunglasses, didn't even flinch as he ran toward the armored truck.

"This is impossible!!"

People on the news watched in shock as the traffic officer crashed into the armored truck, sending it flying without slowing his speed.

Isotope opened his mouth. Although there were many strong Superheroes around, who could take on an armored truck at that speed without flinching? If it were Invincible, at least he would have stopped.

Officer Walker kept running, scaring the criminals. His breathing wasn't even disturbed, despite running like a cheetah. Of course, he could go infinitely faster if he set his mind to it, but his pants wouldn't let him. Allen started getting more irritated because his tight pants didn't give space for his balls, which bothered him a lot. Imagine running after a bunch of psychotic kidnappers in pants like that.

Allen began to release murderous intent toward those kidnappers. This made Isotope feel as though he was being watched by the devil, and he let out a high-pitched, insane scream as he fell into complete despair.

"GYAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Allen felt the desperation in the scream with pity. He had seen many scared men, but for one to scream like a little girl, he had to be really scared.

"Those bastards are torturing him!" Allen, who had recently become more relaxed and lazy, was filled with rage. "Don't worry, citizen, I'll save you! And I'll make those monsters pay for forcing me to run in these damn pants!!"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Allen's scream made Isotope scream even more, turning it into an endless cycle of terror for Isotope's mind, which was already on the verge of collapse.

Allen won't let a pair of tight pants that crushed his younger brother and his balls stop him from doing justice.

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A/N: Allen may or may not lie about recognizing Isotope from the original story, but what he doesn't lie about is the tight pants and his discomfort in wearing them. 🍷🗿

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