Vought International's Gulfstream private jet penetrated the thick clouds and flew smoothly over Siberia.
The temperature in the cabin is set at the most relaxing 24 degrees, and the air is filled with the faint smell of vanilla essential oil, which is a completely different world from the ice and snow outside at minus 30 degrees.
Stan Edgar is sitting on the large leather seat, holding a cup of warm Black Tea in his hand.
In his hand was the old file about Soldier Boy.
He did not look at the documents, but turned his head and looked at the two children sitting on the sofa opposite.
Marge is wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater and a thick down vest.
Her iconic red hair was neatly combed, she was holding a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows in her hand, and she was quietly looking at the snowy scene outside the window.
Next to her, Duke was sinking most of his body into the soft sofa without any image, holding a bucket of original potato chips in his arms, eating with gusto.
This little boy, who can completely disappear in the air, has put on a set of warm winter clothes that fit very well.
He no longer ran around naked like he did in Basement, and the paleness on his face became a bit more healthy and rosy.
If you ignore their past, the scene is like a successful and gentle father taking his two children on vacation.
"Although the potato chips are delicious, it's time to have lunch soon. Save some room for the steak Wellington on the plane."
Edgar looked at Duke and reminded him gently.
Duke immediately stopped stuffing potato chips into his mouth, very obediently placed the potato chip bucket on the coffee table in front of him, and wiped his hands carefully with a tissue.
"Okay, Mr. President."
Duke's voice was clear and crisp, and the eyes looking at Edgar were full of unabashed admiration and dependence.
Ever since Edgar solved Mallory in the office that day, Duke felt that he had become the most useful person in the family.
Edgar not only did not fear him because he killed someone, but instead gave him unprecedented praise and care.
For Duke, as long as he is Mr. President, it is more effective than anything else.
Marge turned his head and looked at Edgar. His eyes were a little less empty than when looking at the scenery, and there was more warmth in his eyes.
The former Marge was the most unruly thorn in New Vanguard Camp. She led the children in a riot in the cafeteria and was even prepared to be shot to death by the guards.
But Edgar opened the door that day and gave them food, warmth and dignity.
This sudden redemption in the abyss of despair completely brainwashed Marge.
"Are we going to deal with bad guys this time?"
Marge looked at Edgar. Although his voice was not loud, it was very tenacious.
Edgar put down the Black Tea cup in his hand, crossed his fingers on his knees, and had a very kind smile on his face.
"It's not a deal, I'm just here to meet an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."
Edgar's voice was steady and patient, "But this old friend has a bad temper and has been sleeping for a long time. I'm worried that he will be very angry when he wakes up and may even hurt Vought International's people, so I brought you two to protect me."
When they heard the word "protect", Duke and Marge's backs instantly straightened up.
Being needed, and being needed by their most beloved father-like figure, this strong sense of identity made the loyalty in the hearts of the two children soar to the top.
"Don't worry, Mr. President, as long as I'm here, not even a mosquito will touch you."
Duke patted his chest.
Marge didn't speak, but silently clenched the hot cocoa cup in his hand.
Edgar looked at these two completely domesticated little monsters and nodded with satisfaction.
Of course I didn't bring them to Siberia for a vacation.
Going to Black Mountain Base to wake up Soldier Boy is a very risky thing.
That old antique was a grumpy, self-centered bastard back then. He was tortured for decades in Russia's underground icehouse. Who knows what his mental state is now.
Edgar Although he is a capitalist who likes to control everything, he does not want to risk his life on the sanity of a monster.
Duke can hide and lurk at any time, and Marge has terrifying physical fitness. These two brainwashed children are the best personal bodyguards.
More importantly, even if there is an irreversible accident, these two children are a shield that can be abandoned at any time.
The warmth of capitalists is always clearly marked with a price tag.
"We're getting ready to land. Put on your coat. The temperature outside is not as comfortable as at home."
Edgar gave a gentle instruction.
After a slight turbulence, the plane landed smoothly on a snow-covered military airport runway.
The moment the cabin door opened, Siberia the kind of cold wind that could freeze a person's bones to pieces roared in.
Duke shrank his neck in the cold, Marge subconsciously blocked in front of Edgar.
Edgar wore the custom-made black cashmere coat and leather gloves and walked down the gangway with a normal expression.
On the tarmac, several officers wearing heavy Russian military uniforms were already waiting there.
When the leading bearded officer saw Edgar, he strode forward without saluting, but just said hello in a rough voice.
"Mr. Edgar, the weather here is really bad. The thing you want has been frozen in the ground. We spent a lot of effort to keep it quiet."
The bearded English speaker spoke with a thick accent.
"Thank you for your hard work, the balance will be paid directly to your anonymous account in Switzerland after confirming that the goods are in good condition."
Edgar's tone returned to that condescending and cold tone, completely different from the gentleness he had when facing the two children in the cabin.
The bearded man grinned and rubbed his thick-gloved hands.
"Please come with me, it's very deep there."
Two tracked snow armored vehicles roared into action in the wind and snow, carrying the group of people away from the simple airport and driving towards the depths of the snow-covered black mountains.
The cabin was dark, and the noise from the engine was deafening.
Duke nervously grabbed a corner of Edgar's coat.
Edgar did not dislike it, but stretched out his hand and gently patted the back of Duke's hand, conveying a false comfort.
The armored vehicle drove for nearly an hour and finally stopped in front of a huge metal explosion-proof door embedded in the mountainside.
The blast door slowly opened, revealing a bottomless underground passage.
The cold lights on both sides of the passage flickered on and off, and the air was filled with a musty smell that had not seen the light of day all year round and a pungent smell of chemicals.
Deep in the passage is a heavy metal door covered with rust.
Edgar took his two children with him, his leather shoes stepping on the hard frozen soil, and walked unhurriedly towards the cage where the monsters of the old era were imprisoned.