In addition, another thing that caused a sensation in the outside world is what medicine was injected into the heroes Avengers and Vought when they fought against the powerful alien warriors?
Vought bluntly stated in the media that all the answers are hidden in "Vought Super Energy Drink".
Various gossips came one after another, and there were even rumors that the so-called twenty-minute version was just a degraded version of the potion.
As long as you get the golden ticket and show your talent, Vought will come up with the real potion and make you an undisputed superhero!
Since then, there has always been a sweet smell in the air in the streets and alleys of New York.
That's the smell of Vought Super Energy Drink.
"This is crazy..."
On the assembly line of the Vought factory, Dr. Connor looked at the bottles of blue liquid being filled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"We have diluted the T-VEX original solution 100,000 times! 100,000 times!" Dr. Connor said to Ashley beside him, "The current content and effect are not even comparable to Red Bull! This is sugar water! You might as well just sell sugar water!"
"But they buy it, doctor, and we are an honest company. T-VEX original solution must be in the ingredient list."
Ashley looked at the report, with dollar signs in his eyes.
"You see, the sales volume last week exceeded the total sales of Coca-Cola in the entire quarter."
On the screen, the news is broadcasting the panic buying frenzy in various places.
In the supermarket, people were fighting over a box of Vought drinks. The sewers were filled with blue liquid that had been poured out, and people were just fighting for the golden coupon in the bottle.
"Golden ticket!"
"I want a gold ticket! I want to be Vought Tower! I want to be Superman! Even if it's only for twenty minutes!"
An old man with stubble on his face cried into the camera.
Vought's marketing strategy is simple and crude. With this crazy sales volume, the probability of getting one million bottles is already too high.
Therefore, Vought only has five "gold coupons" hidden among one billion bottles of drinks.
In this Thanksgiving, the five lucky people who draw golden coupons will be invited to visit Vought Headquarters and get the opportunity to inject a genuine T-VEX medicine.
That was twenty minutes of divine power, an opportunity for mortals to touch heaven.
This kind of temptation is enough to make many people collapse their minds.
"We're selling hope, Doctor."
Homelander appeared above the assembly line at some unknown time, looking at the busy robotic arms below.
"This world is so boring. Everyone wants to be the protagonist for even a second."
He picked up a bottle of drink that had just come off the production line, opened it, and took a sip.
"Well... it's too sweet." He frowned, "Next time, put less sugar and more caffeine. Let them be more excited."
"Yes, sir."
Washington, D.C..
White House The fire in the office fireplace is burning brightly and the atmosphere is quite harmonious.
Matthew·President Ellis personally poured a cup of black tea for Homelander, which is definitely a rare honor in the history of White House.
Homelander is sitting on the sofa, holding the black tea collected by the president in his hand, as relaxed as if he were at home.
"Anthony, do you know? Current polls show that my support rate is 30% higher than that idiot Thomas!" Ellis pointed at the report on the table and smiled from ear to ear. "Voters love your 'The Last Line of Defense' video. They think this government is the toughest in history."
The door opened, and Ashley walked in with an encrypted satellite phone and a hurried expression.
"Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen." Ashley glanced at the president, then turned to Homelander, "Mr. Starr, this is General Ross's phone number."
"What do they want to do?" Homelander asked knowingly.
"They proposed a purchase letter of intent." Ashley's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet office. "The military hopes that Vought can provide 500 T-VEXs to form a special forces. They are willing to pay a high price, and are even willing to give Vought the green light on certain regulatory policies."
President Ellis's expression changed.
If the military directly bypasses him and makes a deal with Vought, what cards does he have as a president? He needs this power to consolidate his position, rather than letting the militants in the military use it to cause trouble everywhere.
Homelander glanced at Ellis, and the corner of his mouth gently raised an imperceptible smile.
He didn't answer the phone, but directly stretched out his hand and pressed the hands-free button.
"I am Homelander."
General Ross's rough voice came from the other end of the phone. "Homelander! I'm Thaddeus Thaddeus Ross. We need to talk about that potion. I know you have the goods, don't play hunger marketing with me. The military can give you any resources you want, as long as you..."
"General Ross."
Homelander interrupted him, his voice calm and firm.
"I think you misunderstood."
"T-VEX is not in stock."
"What?!" Thaddeus Ross's voice raised an octave, "Are you kidding? We saw it on TV..."
"That's the last batch." Homelander looked at President Ellis and said slowly, "Moreover, based on the particularity and strategic value of T-VEX, Vought has made a decision."
"All T-VEX output will be classified as top secret."
"We will not sell to the military, nor will we sell to the public."
Thaddeus Ross on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then roared, "Do you want to take it all for yourself?! Starr, this is national security material! I have the right to requisition..."
"We only have one buyer."
Homelander interrupted him again.
"Currently, Vought Labs can only produce 10 T-VEX per month, and its entire quota has been handed over to White House."
"At the sole discretion of Matthew·President Ellis."
"This..." General Ross was stunned.
President Ellis was also stunned.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Homelander, the surprise in his eyes instantly turned into ecstasy.
"So, General." Homelander said into the phone, "If you want the medicine, please report it to Mr. President. We will only deliver it if he signs it."
"Du--"
Homelander hung up the phone.
The office was quiet for two seconds.
Then, President Ellis burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! Thaddeus Ross That old guy, I can even imagine how red his face is now!"
Ellis looked at Homelander, his eyes filled with gratitude and the pleasure of being empowered.
10 potions.
Although it's not much, it means that he is the only one who holds the key to creating "super soldiers".
The military wants it? Please beg me.
Congress Want it? Please ask me.
This is a scepter given to him by Homelander.
"Anthony." Ellis stood up, walked around the desk, and held Homelander's hand tightly, "You are not just a hero, you are... a true patriot."
"I just want to make sure that this power is in the hands of the right person." Homelander smiled, "Like you."
"Don't worry." Ellis reciprocated the favor and immediately threw out his chips.
"I have already read the copy <Superhero Registration Act> submitted by Vought."
The president walked back to the table, picked up the thick document, and turned directly to the last page.
"Some clauses are indeed bold... for example, the 'qualified immunity' granted to Vought hero..."
Qualified immunity, also known as the "license to kill," means that collateral damage or even death caused by the heroes of Vought during the execution of their missions will be legally considered "legitimate tactical conduct" and exempt from criminal prosecution.
"This will cause great resistance on Congress's side, which means that Vought has become a violent organization authorized by law to a certain extent." Ellis looked at Homelander.
"Resistance is meant to be broken." Homelander said lightly, "Just like Dark Elves's fleet."
"Well said."
Ellis picked up the pen and signed his name on the document.
"I will use my presidential prerogative to fast-track this bill."
"Next week, I will give a speech at Capitol Hill. I hope you can stand by my side then."
"My pleasure, Mr. President."