Edgar knew the weight of those words. He also understood that the information he was about to hear would have far-reaching consequences for him.
"Although the Black Ops Division has official backing, the Department of Defense does not care how far it goes."
The blond man continued.
Edgar immediately understood.
The Black Ops Division, an organization that appeared official, was actually nothing more than a tool of other capital interests.
Their goal was naturally to compete with Vought for the profits tied to Superpowers.
In this world filled with temptation and danger, everyone was scrambling for their own interests, and the Black Ops Division was merely a pawn in this game.
As for whether Vought or the Black Ops Division won, the authorities would turn a blind eye so long as they did not cause too much trouble.
To the authorities, the conflict between Vought and the Black Ops Division was a confrontation between capital. It was their own affair.
If the Black Ops Division won, the authorities could naturally claim a share thanks to its official backing. If Vought won, the authorities lost nothing, because no matter the outcome, they would profit from it.
At that thought, a shadow passed through Edgar's eyes.
The names of several massive conglomerates flashed through his mind, each one like a black hole devouring countless fortunes and vast power.
"Thank you, Mr. Ryan."
Edgar smiled as he bid the blond man farewell, his voice carrying a trace of gratitude and respect.
He did not take the bank card with him, as though it had never existed.
What bank card?
Didn't that bank card belong to Mr. Ryan all along?
However, as Edgar slowly turned around, the expression on his face instantly froze, as if chilled by a winter wind, becoming exceedingly grim.
Superheroes,