In President’s Office's office on the top floor of Vought Tower.
The heavy double wooden doors of the office were pushed open.
Buzz buzz.
Stormfront is sitting in a special electric wheelchair, like an old man riding an electric three-wheeler.
Her face was pale, and her legs were still wearing heavy plasters and fixed steel plates.
Behind Stormfront, two security personnel were holding a woman with her hands tied behind her back.
That was Grace Mallory, the former senior executive of CIA, and the person in charge of the shady Supe operations back then.
Mallory had obviously resisted. There was a bruise on her forehead and bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, staring at Edgar sitting behind her desk.
"I brought him back to you."
Stormfront's voice was very weak, but there was a kind of crazy excitement, "Edgar, I don't care what use you have for this retired old woman, I have done what you asked, and you promised me."
Edgar put down the pen in his hand and raised his head. The gold-rimmed glasses flashed a cold white light under the light.
"Don't worry, I've already had people spread the news. The person you want to see will come to Vought Tower soon."
Edgar's tone was so steady that there was no fluctuation, "You can go back to the ward on the 40th floor underground to prepare to greet him. You don't need to worry about the rest."
Stormfront's eyes lit up instantly.
She didn't care at all what value Mallory was to Edgar, all she could think about was that Lynn was coming soon.
As long as Lynn dies here, that perfect blond god will completely break away from the chains of the family and come to the world.
"Push me back."
Stormfront didn't even bother to look at Mallory and ordered the security behind him without hesitation.
The sound of the wheelchair turning gradually faded away, and the office door closed again.
In the spacious room, only Edgar and Mallory were thrown on the sofa.
Edgar stood up, walked to the wine cabinet next to her, poured two glasses of bourbon Whiskey, then walked up to Mallory with the glasses in hand, and placed one of them on the coffee table in front of her.
"Ms. Mallory, how long has it been since we sat down and talked face to face."
Edgar sat down on the single sofa opposite, with an elegant posture.
Mallory didn't even look at the glass of wine, he just gave a disdainful sneer.
"Let a crazy woman with broken legs run into my Safe House and kidnap me. Edgar, Vought International is now so reduced that she can't even find a few decent thugs."
Edgar didn't care about her ridicule. He took a sip of Whiskey and looked at Mallory through the lenses with deep eyes.
"There's no need for small talk. I invited you here today just to ask a question."
Edgar put down the wine glass and leaned forward slightly, "Soldier Boy How is he doing now? Where is he now?"
Hearing the name Soldier Boy, Mallory's eyes shrank imperceptibly, but soon returned to that smelly and hard expression.
"He died. He was blown to ashes by a secret weapon of the Russia people. Didn't you Vought International already know that? You were the ones who settled this bad debt yourself."
Mallory was perfunctory without changing his expression.
Edgar shook his head.
"We are all smart people, Ms. Mallory. If he was really dead, I wouldn't be sitting here asking you today."
Edgar's voice was very soft, but with a sense of oppression, "Tell me where he is being held."
Mallory Shut your mouth and simply turn your head to the side, as if you are a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
As a former senior agent of CIA, she has more secrets in her mind than Vought International's safe. It's even harder to take things out of her mouth than to climb to the sky.
Seeing Mallory's resistance, Edgar was not in a hurry. He leaned on the back of the sofa and changed the topic.
"You went to Long Island Estate some time ago, right. You should have seen the boy named John with your own eyes. You should know better than me what level of power he possesses."
Mallory frowned and said nothing.
"Just imagine, if one day such an invincible being loses control, he is no longer subject to any restraints and uses his Heat Vision to melt high-rise buildings as he pleases. How big a disaster will this cause? The entire United States, and even the whole world, will be dragged into an eternal hell."
Edgar describes that terrible scene like a politician who is concerned about the country and the people.
Mallory turned his head, looked at Edgar's hypocritical face, and suddenly sneered.
"So what."
Mallory said with unabashed mockery in his tone, "I did go to Long Island, and I did see the boy called the monster."
The scene on the Manor Lawn that day came to Mallory's mind.
The blond boy stood next to Lynn. Although his eyes occasionally showed a kind of chilling coldness, the way he looked at Lynn was like a biological son who relied on his father wholeheartedly.
"Although I have only had brief contact with the person named Lynn once, my intuition tells me that he is a good person. With him around, that boy is like a dog on a leash. He is so well-behaved that it is not your turn to be alarmist here."
Edgar After listening, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, making him smile.
"Lynn is indeed a miracle, but miracles are often the most fragile."
Edgar crossed his fingers, "No one can guarantee that such a being will not go crazy in the future. What if Lynn is hit by a car when he goes out? What if he dies due to some kind of accident? By that time, it will be a catastrophe for ordinary people around the world."
Edgar stared closely into Mallory's eyes.
"You have been guarding against Supe for most of your life, trying to find ways to deal with them. If there was a chance to completely eliminate John, and get rid of this nuclear bomb hanging over the heads of all mankind, wouldn't you be tempted at all?"
Mallory heard the hidden meaning in Edgar's words.
She looked at the well-dressed CEO in front of her with a look that looked like a monster.
"You are absolutely crazy."
Mallory found it very ridiculous, "John is the ultimate trump card that you Vought International spent countless time and effort to cultivate. Now you are actually afraid of your most proud product and even want to get rid of it with the help of others."
Faced with this straightforward expose, Edgar didn't even change his expression.
He didn't answer directly, but asked a question.
"Don't you want to?"
This sentence poked at Mallory's weakness.
She dreams of clearing out all the evil Superpower monsters in Vought International. Especially beings like John that cannot be killed by any conventional weapons have always been the biggest shadow in her heart.
But Mallory still remains vigilant.
"What does this have to do with where Soldier Boy is?"
Mallory asked coldly.
Edgar picked up the wine glass and drank the rest Whiskey in one gulp.
"Because Soldier Boy is the biological father of Homelander."
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Mallory's nerves hard.
Her eyes widened, her face filled with unbelievable shock.
The arrogant and foul-mouthed Soldier Boy back then was actually the biological father of John?
This kind of Top Secret File that Vought International had concealed for so many years was just thrown out by Edgar in an understatement.
Edgar looked at Mallory's shocked expression and continued with satisfaction.
"Think about what will happen once the three of them meet."
"With Soldier Boy's character, even if he doesn't care about John, he will definitely prevent his son from having a weak adoptive father, let alone tolerate this man raising his son into a so-called weakling."
Edgar's eyes flashed with cold blood.
"What if Lynn is killed by Soldier Boy again?"
Mallory took a deep breath.
Those are two beasts with the ability to destroy the world.
"They will clash, and bloodshed is inevitable. No matter what, at least one of these three people will die."
Edgar's tone was light but filled with a bone-chilling chill, "If Lynn dies first, John and Soldier Boy will definitely fight for some reason, and only one of them will survive."
Edgar stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at Manhattan covered in snow outside.
"It would be better if both sides could be harmed and all these troubles that could explode at any time could be cleared up. By then, Vought International would be able to implement a new, fully controlled business plan without any scruples."
Mallory looked at the back of the man standing in front of the window, and for the first time, he felt that in front of this ordinary man without Superpower, those Supe who could fly into the sky and escape from the earth were just like a group of wild beasts arranged in the Colosseum for human entertainment.