The silence in the office lasted for a long time, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Mallory stared at Edgar's back.
As an old agent who has been in the intelligence community for decades, she knows the situation at hand better than anyone else.
The secret thrown out by Edgar was too heavy, so heavy that it could crush her remaining persistence to pieces.
It is better to let two monsters bite each other than to watch an uncontrollable god wreak havoc in the world.
"At Soviet Union."
Mallory finally spoke hoarsely, with a tiredness that sounded like a broken jar.
"Black Mountain Underground Military Base of Siberia was secretly detained there after the Soviet Union people took him away. In order to suppress his super power, they injected large doses of radioactive gas into him every day. If he is still alive, he should be in Cryogenic Chamber at the bottom."
After hearing this exact answer, Edgar paused slightly while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
He slowly turned around, and a satisfied smile finally appeared in his eyes behind the lenses.
This smile was very light, but it made Mallory shiver unconsciously.
"Thank you very much for your cooperation, Ms. Mallory. This is the choice that smart people should make."
Edgar said while smiling and raising his right hand and waving it gently.
This gesture was extremely abrupt and seemed a bit inexplicable in the empty office.
Mallory Before she had time to think about the meaning of this action, the air behind her suddenly experienced a strange distortion.
There is no sound, no change in airflow.
An invisible hand suddenly stretched out from the void, and at a speed that was too fast to be seen, it accurately grabbed Mallory's chin and the back of his head.
Click.
There was a crunching sound that made one's teeth ache.
Mallory's pupils dilated instantly, and then lost all brilliance.
Her head drooped at a weird angle, and her whole body was like a puddle of mud, sliding softly from the sofa to the carpet, no longer alive.
With the death of Mallory, the distortion in the air gradually disappeared.
A little boy of six or seven years old slowly appeared behind the sofa.
He was naked, and his skin was a little malnourished and pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.
He is the invisible Supe (original Translucent) and Duke in New Vanguard Camp.
At this time, he was standing there awkwardly, holding the corners of his clothes with both hands, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for criticism from an adult.
Edgar didn't even glance at Mallory's body on the ground, but walked to Duke with steady steps.
He did not dislike the little boy's nakedness, but slowly knelt down and looked directly into Duke's eyes.
Then, Edgar stretched out his well-maintained hands and very gently patted the muscles on Duke's shoulders that had just been tense due to exertion.
"Well done, Duke, you are braver than I thought and you are faster again."
Edgar's voice was very soft, full of the kind of praise and pampering that elders only have when facing younger ones.
As he spoke, he took off his priceless and expensive suit jacket, put it on Duke's thin shoulders with great care, and even helped him arrange the collar carefully.
"Is it cold? Although the heating in Basement is sufficient, winter in Manhattan is always a headache."
Feeling the remaining body temperature belonging to Edgar on the suit jacket, Duke's face turned slightly red.
He shook his head desperately and replied crisply, "It's not cold, thank you Mr. President."
Duke looked at the man in front of him who was so concerned about him, and his heart was filled with unspeakable gratitude.
He is still young and does not understand the game of capital or the calculations of people.
He only remembered that just a few days ago, a desperate riot broke out in the cafeteria on the 40th floor underground.
At that time, the adults held electric shock batons and guns, as well as those powerful adult Supe, who looked at them like animals.
Just when they thought they were about to be beaten to death, this man named Edgar suddenly walked in.
He drove away the bad guards, put them in clean and warm clothes, and also had hot potatoes, beef and sweet milk brought in.
The man was just like he is now, squatting on the ground and stroking Marge's hair, telling them that this place would be called home from now on.
In Duke's barren and cruel childhood memories, Edgar was the first person to bring him warmth.
In the hearts of these New Vanguard Camp children, Edgar's current status is exactly the same as that of Lynn who boiled milk for John in Long Island Estate.
They are willing to do anything to protect this newly acquired home and this CEO who is like a father.
Even if it means killing someone.
"Ms. Mallory is a very dangerous person. She has been trying to destroy our home and put you back into that cold box."
Edgar sighed, with just the right amount of helplessness and pain in his eyes, "Duke, you protected everyone and our home today. You are a real hero."
The word hero made Duke's back instantly straighten.
"I will be obedient, Mr. President."
Duke tightened his grip on the corners of his suit, his clear eyes full of determination, "If anyone wants to destroy this place, I will go and get rid of them all."
"Good boy."
Edgar smiled and rubbed his head, stood up, and gestured to the door.
Several cleaning staff immediately walked in silently and began to skillfully deal with the corpse on the carpet.