"Rumble!" With a loud crash, all the carriages were torn apart. Then figures stepped out of them one after another. They looked no different from ordinary people, but their eyes all carried a trace of madness.
This madness was not quite the same as the madness of villains. The madness in their eyes was like that of people who had been suppressed for far too long, who had finally gained their freedom and were ready to vent their fury.
But that made sense. These people were all experimental subjects of Vought International, and defective ones at that. They had all experienced the same experiments the members of The Seven had gone through.
And because they were already discarded experimental products, they had only undergone more experiments than the members of The Seven, and endured even greater pain.
Of course, it was precisely because they knew these people had suffered tremendous agony and would inevitably want to take revenge and vent it, that the mid-level leadership of Vought International made the decision to put these discarded experimental products to use one more time and achieve their goal.
"Is this all the people there are? The streets of New York really are worse than I imagined!" A man with half a head of white hair looked at the fleeing crowd in the distance, then glanced at the surrounding streets and sighed in the same way.
"But I suppose that's true. Although technology has become more and more advanced over the years, the population has grown smaller and smaller. After all, there have been far too many supernatural disasters in these years. If I hadn't been frightened by a supernatural disaster back then, I probably wouldn't have been tricked by Vought International into becoming an experimental subject, right?"
As the white-haired man's voice