Over the years, Vought Company had at most dealt with harassment like haters throwing dead rats or mailing razor blades. It had never suffered such a serious attack, so naturally, it had not taken many security precautions, allowing this group of superhuman terrorists to exploit the gap.
Now that something this serious had happened, they reacted immediately.
They quickly identified the radical organization these superhuman terrorists belonged to.
In the dimly lit office, Edgar sat behind the large, imposing desk, his brows slightly furrowed as intelligence on The Flash Liberators lay spread before him.
His long fingers lightly tapped the desktop in a steady rhythm, producing soft tapping sounds, while his eyes revealed scrutiny and contemplation.
"The Flash Liberators? Something's wrong. This radical organization never had superhuman terrorists before, but now they suddenly do."
Edgar murmured to himself in a deep, magnetic voice that echoed through the somewhat quiet room.
He merely glanced over the key parts of the intelligence before casually tossing the file aside, a trace of disdain and suspicion on his face.
In his view, given The Flash Liberators' capabilities and past methods, they simply did not possess the technical expertise to develop a compound capable of creating superpowered individuals.
At that moment, a flood of speculation surged through Edgar's mind.
Vought Company had never stopped conducting superpower experiments on adults.
Although the results showed that the odds of adults successfully gaining superpowers were exceedingly low, as difficult as finding a unique grain of sand in a vast desert, and even those who succeeded rarely displayed powers strong enough to stand out.
But the current situation was entirely different. The superhuman terrorists from The Flash Liberators who had appeared last night displayed powers beyond imagination. Not one of them possessed some useless, chicken-rib superpower.
This was simply