The heavy metal door slowly opened to both sides with a grinding sound that made one's teeth grind.
The cold air that came out of the crack in the door could no longer be described as cold. It was like a blade with ice particles, drilling directly into the cracks of a person's bones.
Duke couldn't help sneezing loudly, and quickly wrapped his down jacket tighter.
Edgar didn't even frown, he just stretched out his hand and pulled Duke to a position slightly behind his side very naturally.
"Don't be afraid, just follow me."
Edgar's voice was gentle, as if comforting a child who was afraid of going downstairs because he was afraid of the dark.
Marge has always maintained a high degree of vigilance, her eyes fixed on the darkness behind the door, ready to deal with monsters that may pounce at any time.
The bearded Russia officer walked at the front, holding a bulky remote control in his hand, and pressed the lighting switch on the wall as he walked.
Bang, bang, bang.
The explosion-proof lights with wire protection nets overhead lit up one after another, and the pale lights finally illuminated the secret cage buried dozens of meters underground.
This is a huge circular space.
In the center of the space, there is a cylindrical special glass cabin about two stories high.
The surface of the cabin was covered with thick white frost, and countless tubes of different thicknesses were inserted into the cabin like blood vessels, extending into the surrounding complex machines with red and green indicator lights flashing.
The glass cabin was filled with turbid light green gas, and a figure could be vaguely seen hanging in the air by thick metal chains.
"Mr. Edgar, this is what you want to see."
The bearded officer pointed to the glass cabin, with an unconcealed fear in his tone.
"In order to keep him in this half-dead state of dormancy, we have to inject a large dose of Neurotoxin into it every day, as well as high-intensity radiation exposure. As long as he stops for two hours, this guy can smash these special bulletproof glass with his bare hands."
Edgar walked to the glass cabin and looked at the blurry shadow inside through the thick white frost.
It was a ghost from the past century.
Vought International was the pinnacle of Superheroes, an old-school bastard who smashed the enemy's head into pulp with his shield in a hail of bullets.
"Drain the gas and open the hatch."
Edgar ordered calmly.
The bearded officer was stunned. He even thought he had misheard the words coming from the translator.
"Are you crazy? If he wakes up, no one here can stop him. The soldiers under my command use conventional rifles, and they won't even leave a white mark on him!"
The bearded man shook his head repeatedly, refusing to carry out this almost suicidal order.
Edgar slowly turned his head and looked at the bearded man.
"I paid three times the price, not to see the exhibition through the glass."
Edgar pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said without any fluctuation in his tone, "Open it. If anything happens, Vought International will be fully responsible."
The bearded man gritted his teeth, looked at Edgar's confident look, and then looked at the two seemingly harmless children standing next to Edgar.
Russia people have never had a bad temper towards wealthy donors like Vought International.
He cursed rudely, walked to the console next to him, and pulled down a red gate.
Along with a low exhaust sound, the light green gas in the glass cabin began to be quickly pumped out.
The tubes inserted into the cabin also automatically fell off one by one.
A few seconds later, there was a long hissing sound.
The cylindrical glass cabin slowly cracked from the middle, and a burst of cold white mist poured down the crack onto the floor.
Marge unconsciously stood half a step forward, blocking in front of Edgar.
She felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if she was being stared at by a real wild beast.
Although the other party has not yet opened his eyes, the brutality and ferocity emanating from his bones is something she has never seen from those people on the forty floors underground.
As the white mist dissipated, the person inside finally revealed his true appearance.
He was completely naked, and his originally strong muscles were covered with various disgusting scars left by experiments.
His hair was long and messy, and his beard almost covered most of his face. He looked like a savage who had lived in the deep mountains and forests for decades.
Special alloy chains as thick as fists were also fastened to his wrists and ankles.
The re-influx of air caused the man who had been sleeping for nearly ten years to twitch violently.
He took a deep breath of the mixed air in Basement, and his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows.
Then, he slowly raised his head.
They were a pair of eyes that were somewhat bloodshot because they had not seen the sun for many years. There was no confusion or fear in them, only the most primitive rage and arrogance.
He paid no attention to the Russia soldiers with guns around him, nor did he look at the two little ones Marge and Duke.
His gaze penetrated the crowd and fell straight on Edgar, who was standing upright in a high-end suit.
In his time, people dressed like this were usually capitalists or politicians who were hiding in Safe House counting their money.
Soldier Boy moved his neck, making a clicking sound of bones rubbing together.
He exerted a little force, and the special alloy chains that were said to be able to lock the tank were like fragile plastic toys, making a tooth-breaking cracking sound.
Bang.
He tore a thick iron chain from its anchor point on the wall and hit it heavily on the concrete floor, creating a big crater.
Russia The soldiers were so frightened that they backed away. The rifle safety in their hands was all opened, and the whole space was filled with the crisp sound of pulling the bolt.
Soldier Boy turned a blind eye to the guns aimed at him. He stepped on the cold ground and walked out of the glass cabin step by step with bare feet.
He looked at Edgar, opened his chapped lips, and his voice was hoarse.
"United States people?"
Edgar didn't make any move to retreat, and the expression on his face was even more natural and relaxed than when he drank Black Tea on the plane just now.
Like a gentleman coming to pick up an old friend from prison, he nodded slightly.
"Welcome back to the real world. I, Vought International, spent a lot of effort to find you out of this world of ice and snow."