Edgar stood beside Stormfront's hospital bed, with his hands folded in front of him, and his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses calmly stared at the woman who was caught in a frenzy.
"I want you to lead Lynn to Vought Tower."
Stormfront stared at Edgar, spitting out crazy plans from his chapped lips,
"As long as Lynn dies, the ridiculous Shackles on John will completely break. He will become a real god, not a nanny accompanying ordinary people to clear snow in the suburbs."
Hearing these words, Edgar didn't even frown.
He even let out a low, mocking chuckle.
"I originally thought that John only crushed your legs in Long Island Estate. Now it seems that he also crushed your brain, which was not very clear to begin with."
Edgar walked to the metal cabinet next to the hospital bed, casually flipped through the medical records on it, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Do you really think Lynn is just an ordinary person with no power?"
Edgar turned his head and looked at Stormfront coldly, "Vought International did hire him according to ordinary people's standards, but now he is no longer a soft persimmon that you can handle casually."
"I've looked through his files before."
Stormfront snorted disdainfully.
"Isn't it just Yasakani Blood Jade that relies on Japan Onmyōji? That little bit of reinforcement is nothing in the face of absolute power."
"Only ignorant people would attribute everything to brute force."
Edgar interrupted her unhurriedly, "Yasakani Blood Jade has indeed strengthened his physical fitness, but it only makes him more resistant to beatings than ordinary people. The real danger of Lynn is the trump card that you can't understand at all."
Stormfront's eyes finally changed.
Edgar sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, with his hands crossed on his chin, like a chess player reviewing a chess game.
"The highly intelligent orangutan named Charlie suffered an inexplicable mental breakdown in the containment room, as well as the five MACUSA Aurors. They didn't have any physical trauma on their bodies, but their brains and spirits were completely crazy."
Edgar's eyes became profound, "I watched those surveillance videos carefully and repeatedly, and Lynn didn't even move a finger in front of them."
"He possesses an ability similar to absolute illusion, or the ability to directly destroy the spiritual world."
Edgar gave his own conclusion, "I don't know where he got this power from. It may be the secret inheritance of those old antiques in the East, or it may be something else, but one thing is for sure, even if your legs are intact now, if you face him head-on, you may not be able to touch the hem of his clothes alive."
The air in the ward seemed to thicken because of these words.
Stormfront gritted his teeth and his chest heaved violently.
She was unwilling to give in. She couldn't bear that a god with such potential was controlled by such a calculating man.
"So what!"
Stormfront's voice became hoarse and excited, "As long as he is still a human being, he will have flaws! As long as we can get rid of him, even if we just die together, it's worth it!"
Edgar looked at her as if she were looking at an unreasonable madman.
"Taking a step back, even if you stepped on shit and killed him, do you think you could walk out of the door alive?"
Edgar's voice became colder, with a spine-chilling sense of reason, "Lynn is with Long Island Estate, John is always around him, never leaving, what will John do? He will tear you into pieces the size of fingernails in a second."
"It's not just you."
Edgar stood up and walked to the hospital bed with cold eyes.
"The furious John will directly lose all rationality. He will not only destroy this place, but also implicate the entire Vought International, burning all our industries and foundations into ruins. In order to satisfy your own pathetic worship of gods, do you want to drag the entire company to be buried with you?"
Stormfront The fanaticism in his eyes not only did not extinguish, but instead burned even more intensely.
"Using those little guys from New Vanguard Camp as an excuse."
Stormfront gritted his teeth, even if the wound involving his leg was so painful that he was sweating all over his head, he didn't care, "Aren't you teaching those defective products? Tell Lynn to let him see the progress of these children and lure him to Basement alone."
She stared at Edgar with wide eyes, like a madman who was ready to die.
"As long as I can liberate that god and let him see the true cruelty of this world, I will be willing to be torn in half by him, even if it is Reducto!"
Edgar quietly looked at the crazy woman on the hospital bed.
A capitalist never makes a loss-making business, and of course he cannot agree to this extremely crazy suicide plan that will push Vought International to the brink of destruction.
What he needs is an obedient weapon... even though he has long been out of control.
But he is definitely not an angry god who will destroy everything indiscriminately if he loses his collar!
However, Edgar's eyes moved slightly.
He looked at Stormfront's appearance of giving up everything for the so-called god, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
Edgar reached out and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and an unpredictable gentleness suddenly appeared on his originally cold face.
"I never do such stupid things. Your sacrifice means nothing to me and Vought International."
Edgar straightened the cuffs of his suit and looked at Stormfront condescendingly, "But..."
Stormfront's originally desperate eyes suddenly raised.
"However, if you can agree to my request and do it well."
Edgar leaned down slightly and spoke in a very low voice, like a demon tempting believers to sign a contract, "I will naturally lead Lynn to Vought Tower and leave it to you to deal with."