At the thought of this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, imperceptible sneer.
However, things never went as planned.
At that very moment, Homelander's previous use of Compound Five to create superpowered terrorists for radical groups exploded like a bombshell.
If Homelander were still at Vought Company, he could at least have kept the situation under control with his abilities and methods.
But unfortunately, he was gone. It was like opening Pandora's Box. Those superpowered terrorists who had no way of obtaining Compound Five began to stir, like hungry beasts catching the scent of prey.
The first people they set their sights on were those who might know Compound Five existed.
Such as Madelyn, Vought Company's vice president.
Although the Black Ops Division, which was even stronger than Homelander and had captured him, was there, if these radical groups had any brains, Homelander would not have chosen them to create superpowered terrorists.
Their style had always been simple and brutal. They acted on nothing but hot blood and mad impulses.
Madelyn finished a tiring day of work. Night had fallen, and the city's neon lights flashed with dazzling colors. As usual, she walked out of the company building and headed for her luxury sedan.
The driver had already been waiting beside the car. The moment he saw her emerge, he respectfully opened the door for her.
Just as Madelyn was about to get in, the air around her seemed to freeze, and an unsettling feeling rose in her heart.
Before she could react, several figures darted out of the darkness like ghosts.
These superhuman terrorists came in all shapes and sizes. Some were massive, their muscles bulging like small mountains; others were slight of build, yet radiated an eerie aura.
Their eyes gleamed with madness