"Don't worry, we have Skyfather as well. To deal with the Director of S.W.O.R.D. and raise our level of power, we've made many plans and preparations."
The First Elder said confidently, "Carls, take us to the Core Laboratory. It's time to see the results of their work."
Carls was the person in charge. He said, "Yes, Five Elders, this way please. Over the years, we've conducted countless experiments. Most failed, but some succeeded."
The Five Elders nodded and followed the person in charge toward the heart of the base. There were many laboratories there. If the contents of their experiments were exposed, the whole world would be shocked—shocked by what they experimented on, and even more shocked by their cruelty.
Most of Vought Pharmaceutical Company's funding had actually been spent on these laboratories. Though the lower-level legions outside had many people, their expenses were nowhere near those of these labs.
Simply put, they burned money. Any experiment here could cost tens of millions of dollars and still had a high chance of failure. Yet the Five Elders had never cut the funding, because it was necessary. Besides, as long as one out of ten succeeded, they came out ahead.
Carls led the Five Elders through various inspections and into one of the laboratories. Then he said to an exceptionally intelligent old man, "Doctor, show the Five Elders the results of your research."
"Understood."
The doctor nodded and led them before a wall of bulletproof glass. Then the room behind the glass opened, and several grotesque figures rushed out with savage expressions.
"These are failed specimens left over from other experiments," the doctor said. Vought Pharmaceutical Company was no ordinary Villain Organization. They had the world's finest scientific research team, so anything traded from others—such as Demon Bloodline and Death Potion—was