In the President’s Office office on the top floor of Vought Tower, the heating is turned on fully.
The wool carpet, custom-made from Türkiye and covering the entire room, has always been Stan Edgar's favorite furnishing.
But now, the expensive rug is completely ruined.
Black Noir Like a ghost without any sense of existence, Silencio pushed open the office door and threw the pile of rotten meat in his hands in the center of the carpet.
That's Stormfront.
It was hard to call her a human being in her current state. Both arms were torn off at the root, her chest was collapsed, and black blood with internal organs was constantly pouring out of her mouth.
The moment he was thrown to the ground, Stormfront turned his head over with difficulty.
When she saw Edgar sitting behind the large desk, a pair of purple eyes that were somewhat blurred due to excessive blood loss instantly burst out with resentment that was so strong that it could not be resolved.
"Edgar... You two-faced old fox... How dare you lie to me..."
Stormfront roared in her throat. She coughed up blood and cursed, like a poisonous snake that had its spine broken and turned back to bite.
She hates Lynn, she hates John, but what she hates most now is the capitalist sitting behind the desk who treats her like a monkey.
Edgar didn't even look at the pool of blood on the ground.
His gaze crossed Stormfront and fell quietly on Black Noir standing at the door.
Black Noir was still wearing the pure black uniform without any logo and a mask on his face. He was as quiet as a dead thing in the office.
Even the breathing rate is terrifyingly steady.
Edgar looked at this weapon that once belonged to Vought International, the sharpest, most perfect, and most obedient weapon, and suddenly a very complicated emotion arose in his heart.
That was his most proud masterpiece, an absolute confidant with no emotions or weaknesses.
But now, this silent killer is standing here, not returning his life to him, the CEO.
He was just running errands for Long Island Estate, an ordinary person named Lin, and sent a bag of disgusting garbage back to its maker.
Time is such a ridiculous thing.
Edgar can even imagine that Lynn did not use any torture at all, nor did he use any high-ranking officials or generous salaries. He just gave Black Noir a cup of hot coffee, an easel for painting in the sun, and a few little devils making noises without any scruples.
It was these worthless mortal fireworks that completely bought Vought International's sharpest knife.
Now Black Noir has become a guard dog that only knows one owner, Lynn.
"You will have to die... you will all be torn apart by that monster..."
Stormfront was still on the ground cursing relentlessly.
Edgar looked away and sighed tiredly.
He picked up Black Tea, which was already a little cold on the table, took a sip, then looked at Stormfront, who was still struggling to death, and raised his chin casually towards Black Noir.
"It's too noisy, kill her."
Black Noir didn't hesitate, even his posture didn't change much, he just nodded very simply.
With his backhand, he pulled out a black dagger from the tactical leggings on the outer thigh of the suit.
He didn't move, just flicked his wrist very casually.
brush.
A black afterimage flashed past.
The dagger plunged into the back of Stormfront's head with perfect accuracy, severing the brain stem.
Those vicious curses stopped suddenly, and Stormfront's head hit the carpet hard, completely turning into a corpse.
Black Noir stepped forward, bent down and pulled out the dagger, slowly wiped the blood on the blade clean on Stormfront's torn clothes, and then put the knife back into its sheath.
After doing all this, he turned around and walked towards the office door without saying a word.
When walking out, Black Noir paused.
He turned around, grasped the handle of the double wooden door very naturally, and gently closed the two heavy doors.
Click.
The sound of the door latch was very soft, not even a little impact noise was made.
Edgar looked at the door that was properly closed, and the light in his eyes became darker and darker.
Only Edgar and a dead body were left in the office.
The calm disguise on Edgar's face slowly faded away, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.
He did not feel sorry for the death of Stormfront, he just felt extremely unhappy with the feeling that things were out of his control, especially the loss of something he once had.
He reached out and pressed the intercom on his desk.
"Madelyn, come to my office now."
In less than three minutes, the office door was hurriedly pushed open.
Madelyn walked in with high heels. When she saw the bloody corpse on the carpet, she was so scared that she covered her mouth and took half a step back, her face turned pale instantly.
"Mr. President, this... this is..."
"Ask the security technology department to make a complete copy of the surveillance video in the office just now, encrypt it at the highest level, and send it directly to my private terminal."
Edgar didn't even look at Madelyn, and gave instructions in a cold voice.
Madelyn endured the turmoil in his stomach and nodded quickly.
"And."
Edgar stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the Manhattan urban area where snow was still falling outside.
"Notify the special containment team of the underground laboratory to bring equipment to clean up the scene and take away the body of Stormfront."
Edgar turned around, his eyes behind the lenses flashing with unabashed crazy calculations.
"Go and watch it yourself and tell the chief researcher to ensure the absolute integrity of the corpse's cells. I want them to stop all the work they are doing and try to extract the original components of Original Compound V from this corpse as quickly as possible."