Edgar looked into Stormfront's eyes and said calmly.
"I need you to take over those recruits, be their instructor, break all the weaknesses in their bones, and reshape them with fear, obedience and absolute power. You can train them in any way you like. I don't care about the process, only the results."
Stormfront narrowed his eyes slightly.
She has been behind the scenes for too long. Apart from inciting some extreme remarks every day, her life is indeed boring.
Now Edgar sent a batch of blank papers owned by Superpower to her, allowing her to shape a pure army of her own according to her own will.
This condition really moved her heart.
"Turning a bunch of trash into real soldiers."
Stormfront threw the phone on the sofa, his smile full of malice,
"This sounds interesting, but let me say it first, my training methods will kill people, and I will not listen to your hypocritical Public Relations Department instructions."
"As long as you can provide Vought International with absolutely loyal weapons, everything that happened in the forty underground floors will not exist."
Edgar stood up and adjusted the hem of his suit, "At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, someone will take you to the laboratory."
Edgar didn't stay long, turned around and walked out of this cold old house.
He doesn't care how much Stormfront looks down on him.
For a qualified capitalist, as long as the knife is sharp enough, even if the handle is covered with thorns, he will hold it in his hand without hesitation.
The next morning, Vought Tower is on the 40th floor underground.
In the huge enclosed Training Ground, pale lights hit the cold concrete floor.
More than thirty children, ranging in age from a few years old to teenagers, stood neatly in four rows, wearing uniforms like gray prison uniforms.
Each person wears a shock collar with a red light flashing around their neck.
There is no sunshine and laughter like in Long Island Estate, there is only numbness and bottomless fear in their eyes.
Several scientific researchers in chemical protective suits stood around with electric shock batons like guarding animals.
The heavy alloy door slowly opened.
Stormfront wore the iconic dark purple battle suit, with the cape fluttering slightly behind him, and walked into Training Ground with military boots on.
She looked around at the cold Basement, and finally landed on the group of shivering children.
"This is the material you prepared for me?"
Stormfront turned to look at the frightened laboratory manager next to him, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "They look like a group of stray dogs just picked out of the trash can."
The supervisor swallowed and quickly opened the tablet in his hand.
"Sir, these are high-quality experimental subjects, and their Superpower potential is very great. As long as they pass your..."
Stormfront waved his hand impatiently and interrupted him.
She stepped forward and walked slowly in front of these children.
Her eyes seemed to be selecting the products on the shelves, picky and cruel.
Suddenly, her footsteps stopped in front of a black boy.
The boy looked about twelve years old. His body was shaking violently because of fear, and his hands were clutching the corners of his gray clothes.
The expression on Stormfront's face turned cold instantly.
She turned her head and looked at another Hispanic girl in the queue, and then saw an Asian boy in the back row.
What was originally a playful mood suddenly turned into uncontrollable disgust and rage after seeing these children with different skin colors.
"High-quality experimental subject?"
Stormfront walked up to the supervisor and lowered his voice, like a beast about to go crazy, "You put these bastards who have polluted their bloodlines together with those pure white children? Is this what Edgar calls high quality?"
The supervisor was so scared that his legs went weak.
"Sir... we selected based on the fusion degree of Compound V and did not consider..."
"Shut up."
Stormfront spit out two words coldly.
She turned around again and faced the group of children.
She raised her hands slightly, and the palms of her hands began to crackle. The dazzling Purple Plasma Lightning jumped crazily between her fingers, illuminating the entire Basement.
Those children had no idea what was happening, they only felt that a destructive force was approaching them.
"Vought International's quality control is really inferior to every generation. Since I am asked to be the instructor, the first lesson is to clean up the garbage."
Stormfront's tone was flat.
The next second, she waved her hands violently.
Thick purple lightning spurted out from her palm like a poisonous snake, hitting the black boy in the team with great precision.
The boy didn't even have time to utter a scream. His entire body was instantly penetrated by tens of thousands of volts of high-temperature plasma.
The stench of burnt flesh instantly filled the air, and he looked like a burnt rag doll. His charred body emitted black smoke and fell heavily to the ground.
But this is just the beginning.
Stormfront had a sickly excited smile on his face and his hands were waving constantly.
Purple thunder shuttled mercilessly through the crowd.
The Hispanic girl was struck in the chest by lightning and was instantly carbonized.
The Asian boy tried to turn around and run away, but his head was split open by a bolt of lightning that fell from the sky. Blood and brains mixed with charred matter splashed all over the floor.
Screams, cries, and the sizzling sound of flesh being burned intertwined into a hellish symphony in Basement.
The white children around them were so frightened that they were paralyzed, and some even peed their pants on the spot. They sat on the ground and shrank back desperately, watching in despair as their companions around them turned into charred corpses.
The scientific researchers holding electric shock batons all froze in place, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.
Because in their eyes, this female Superman who suddenly landed in the air is a hundred times more terrifying than these mutated monsters.
In less than half a minute, the massacre was over.
The team that originally numbered more than thirty people now only has about twenty people left.
Seven or eight charred corpses emitting black smoke lay scattered on the ground. The pungent smell of barbecue and excrement mixed together, which was disgusting.
Stormfront patted the dust on her hands, and the purple electric light gradually extinguished on her fingertips.
She looked at the white children slumped on the ground, their eyes full of extreme fear, and raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction.
She stepped on the blood and charcoal on the ground, walked to the front of the team, and looked at them condescendingly.
"Don't cry in despair, you should be happy, because from now on, you don't have to breathe the same air as those inferior garbage."
Stormfront's voice echoed in this dead Basement.
"Find someone to clean this place up."
Without looking back, she ordered the frightened supervisor, "Take them to the gravity room at two o'clock in the afternoon. The real training has just begun."