Vought Tower The depressing atmosphere on the forty underground floors is like an iron barrel filled with explosives but without an exhaust valve.
Since coming back from Long Island Estate, these two dozen New Vanguard Camp children have changed.
Although Stormfront was sent to the intensive care unit due to comminuted fractures of both legs, the guard who replaced her and the adult Supe did not change the rules here.
The cold cement floor, the dazzling shadowless lamps, and the gray mushy nutritious meals distributed on time every day.
If it were before, they would queue up and swallow numbly as usual.
But now, the seeds of jealousy and unwillingness have grown into towering trees in their hearts.
During lunch time, the empty canteen was so quiet that only the sound of spoons scraping against stainless steel plates could be heard.
Marge has short red hair and is sitting at the edge of the long table.
Looking at the gray paste on the dinner plate that smelled like inferior vitamins, her mind uncontrollably recalled the smell she had smelled outside the floor-to-ceiling window of Long Island Estate yesterday.
It was the aroma of baked apple pie, sweet and warm, with a sense of reality like fireworks in the world.
She thought again of the blond boy who could destroy everything at will, and how an ordinary person gently told him to heat the milk when it was cold.
Marge There were veins on the back of the hand holding the spoon.
She suddenly felt a strong nausea, not because the nutritious meal was unpalatable, but because of this life of being kept in captivity like an animal.
There was a crisp sound.
Marge slammed the stainless steel spoon in his hand onto the table.
This sound was infinitely amplified in the dead silence of the cafeteria.
The dozen or so children around them all stopped and turned their heads to look at her.
Several heavily armed guards not far away immediately grasped the stun batons in their hands and walked over with alert eyes.
"Pick up your spoon, Nine."
The leading guard had a cold voice and held the remote control for the collar in his hand.
Marge didn't move.
She slowly raised her head, and her eyes, which were always filled with fear, were now burning with a desperate madness.
"I want to go out."
Marge's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in the empty cafeteria, "I want to bask in the sun, I want to eat food that real people eat, and I don't want to stay in this tomb-like place anymore."
The guard sneered and pressed the red button on the remote control with his thumb without hesitation.
The current is instantly released through the collar around Marge's neck.
The voltage of this special collar is very high, enough to send an elephant into shock instantly.
But Marge did not scream and fall to the ground like before.
Her body was shaking violently due to the high-voltage electricity, and fine drops of blood even oozed from the surface of her skin. However, she gritted her teeth, grabbed the edge of the stainless steel table with both hands, and stood up with the current in hand.
"I said... I want to get out!"
Marge let out an almost beastly roar and violently overturned the long dining table in front of him.
The heavy stainless steel table spun out and hit the leading guard heavily, sending him and his stick flying several meters away.
This smash completely ignited the entire Basement Gunpowder barrel.
The boy who couldn't control Invisibility disappeared into the air in an instant. The next second, a guard who was drawing a gun was hit by a heavy punch and his jaw was crooked.
The other children who were originally trembling seemed to have suddenly broken free from some invisible Shackles, and roared and released their own immature Superpower.
Energy beams, small-scale sonic vibrations, and pure physical strength enhancement.
The whole cafeteria was instantly in chaos.
Dinner plates were flying around, and gray nutritious meals were splashed everywhere.
The alarm sounded shrilly, and the red warning light kept flashing.
More guards poured in from the passage, and even several adult Supe were urgently dispatched to suppress it.
The conflict escalated instantly.
The adult Supe's attack was without any heaviness. A big man who could release the gravity field slapped the invisible boy until he revealed his true form. He threw him heavily against the wall and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Marge's eyes were red, and she was running rampant in the crowd like a crazy little lion.
Her Superpower is pure physical enhancement and super endurance. Even if she was hit several times by the electric shock baton, she still gritted her teeth and knocked away the guards who tried to get closer.
This group of children from Basement have no fighting skills. All they rely on is an unbearable despair and a crazy desire for the family warmth of Long Island Estate.
In the control room.
Stan Edgar held a cup of warm Black Tea and quietly watched the chaotic riot on the big screen.
Under the suppression of the guards and adults Supe, those children have begun to show signs of failure.
Marge had several wounds that were deep enough to show the bones, and her gray uniform was stained dark red by blood, but she still protected the younger children like a wall that refused to collapse.
Edgar lowered his head and glanced at several paper reports in his hand.
The top one clearly states the various physical data evaluations of Marge.
The above shows that this red-haired girl has amazing potential. If she is properly cultivated, she will definitely be one of the core combat strengths of Vought International in the future.
"President, do you need to issue an erasure order?"
The assistant standing behind Edgar nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, "These experimental subjects have completely lost control, and it is difficult to make them succumb again by conventional means."
Edgar didn't answer immediately. He took a sip of Black Tea and looked deeply at the Marge on the screen whose face was covered in blood but whose eyes were still stubborn.
He remembered Lynn.
Speaking of which, from the time Lynn came into contact with John inexplicably three years ago, he had already seen everything.
The ordinary person who didn't have Superpower only used a cup of hot milk, a scarf, and a few pocket money to make the monster who could tear Stormfront docile and willingly sweep the snow and cook.
Violence and fear can indeed create a sharp knife, but that knife may backfire on its owner at any time.
Just like the current Marge.
Lynn's method is to put a soft sheath called bond and family on the knife.
"Go ahead and put away your lethal weapons."
Edgar put down the tea cup, and an unpredictable smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The assistant was stunned. He thought he heard wrongly.
"President, but..."
"Do as I say. Let those adults Supe continue to exert pressure and push them into a real desperate situation. I want to see them not even having the strength to stand up. I want to see them completely desperate."
Edgar straightened the hem of his expensive suit and reached out to push up his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Violence cannot destroy faith, but redemption can."
"I never thought that one day I would have to do it myself."
Edgar turned around and walked out of the control room with steady steps.
The battle in the cafeteria has reached its most brutal stage.
The invisible boy had completely passed out.
Several younger children huddled in the corner and cried loudly.
Marge was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. Her physical strength had been exhausted to the limit.
An adult Supe who could control gravity walked up to Marge with a grin, raised one foot, and prepared to step heavily on the red-haired girl's back, completely crushing her last resistance.
Marge closed his eyes, and tears mixed with blood fell down.
After all, she still couldn't go to that place with sunshine and apple pie.
Just when that foot was about to fall, the heavy isolation door at the end of the passage suddenly opened slowly.
There was a sound of neat leather shoes hitting the ground.