The pale explosion-proof lights in the underground cage shone on Soldier Boy's body.
His bare feet stepped on the bitterly cold cement, leaving a trail of steamy footprints.
He didn't pay attention to the dark muzzles of the guns, nor did he pay attention to the Russia soldiers who were so frightened by his actions that they backed away.
He just moved his broad shoulders and made a series of bone-numbing sounds that made people feel numb.
"Vought International?"
Soldier Boy's rough voice was filled with unabashed mockery.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the collar of the bearded officer next to him, and lifted the 200-pound strong man into the air with one hand like he was lifting a chicken.
The bearded officer didn't even have a chance to draw his gun. His face instantly turned purple and his legs were kicking helplessly in mid-air.
The surrounding Russia soldiers yelled loudly, with their fingers on the triggers, but they did not dare to fire because their commander was in their hands.
Soldier Boy didn't even look at the struggling officer in his hands. A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Edgar opposite him.
"Those bastards who were hiding in the office drinking coffee sold me to the Russians, and let me have my blood drawn and gassed like a guinea pig in this dark ice cave. Now you have a group of dogs in suits, and you came to welcome me in the ice and snow?"
The strength of his hand gradually increased, and the bearded officer's cervical vertebrae made a creaking sound.
Edgar stood there without even blinking.
"At that time, the Vought executives made a stupid decision, Ben."
Edgar's tone was calm, even showing a natural indifference, "But those who made the decision have long since disappeared from the company for various reasons. Now Vought needs you."
Edgar turned around, took a thick military coat from the hands of a frightened soldier next to him, and threw it casually.
"Put it on, you look like this, it doesn't suit the decency of the United States hero."
Soldier Boy snorted coldly, then threw the suffocating officer in his hand against the wall like trash, making a dull impact.
He firmly caught the military coat, put it on his scarred body, and roughly tied the two buttons.
At this time, his eyes finally fell on the two children beside Edgar.
He saw Duke who had been hiding behind Edgar and huddled in fear, and then his eyes rested on Marge who was blocking the front.
Marge is not very old now, but there is no fear in her eyes.
She clenched her fists tightly, and her red hair looked a little dazzling under the light.
She stood straight in front of Edgar, raising her head and staring intently at this old-school monster who was much taller than her and exuded a violent aura.
Soldier Boy raised his eyebrows, seeming to be a little interested in this little girl who dared to look directly at him.
"Vought is now reduced to the point where no one is available, so he brought two unweaned babies out as bodyguards?"
Soldier Boy stepped forward, walked up to Marge with a strong sense of oppression, and looked at her condescendingly, "Little girl, what are you looking at?"
Marge did not go back.
She felt the terrifying power contained in the man in front of her, and that power was even purer than anyone she had ever seen in Basement.
But the pride and stubbornness in her bones did not allow her to bow her head. Her natural toughness made her stand out among a group of frightened adults.
"You smell terrible."
Marge gritted his teeth and replied unceremoniously, with a ferocity like a little beast in his childish voice.
Soldier Boy was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, the grumpy old bastard burst into deafening laughter, and the laughter surged back and forth in the empty underground cage.
"Okay! I have the guts!"
Soldier Boy stretched out his hand and rubbed Marge's red hair very roughly, even messing up her hairstyle.
"I like people with backbone. You little girl is much better than these Russian losers with guns but no balls."
Marge frowned, swatted away Soldier Boy's hand, and retreated to Edgar's side.
Edgar looked at this scene, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes behind the lenses.
This man who survived from the old era believed in absolute power and tough guy style, and looked down upon weakness and pretentiousness the most.
That's enough.
This is the most perfect knife in his hand.
Edgar looked at this scene and spoke slowly.
"Since you value integrity so much, Ben, you probably don't want to hear what's coming next."
Edgar pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Back then, Vought International used your genes to breed a descendant. In other words, you have a biological son."
"Biological son?"
Soldier Boy's pupils shrank suddenly.
"With whom?"
Edgar twitched the corner of his mouth, but patiently explained, "In vitro fertilization through your genes is a new technology."
Hearing this, Soldier Boy disagreed, "In vitro fertilization, what is that? I don't believe it, you must have made it up to deceive me."
Edgar:"..."
Edgar took a deep breath, still smiling and maintaining his demeanor.
"It's true. I don't need to lie about this kind of thing."
Soldier Boy nodded, tentatively agreeing with Edgar's statement.
But he didn't show any warmth, instead he sneered.
"Why, you created a test-tube hybrid behind my back, and now you expect me to go back crying and be a good father?"
"No, I just feel sorry."
Edgar sighed,
"Your son is now adopted by an ordinary civilian man. That civilian does not understand what strength is at all. He raised your son as a fragile cub. He taught him to wash dishes, teach him to cook, teach him to be tolerant when encountering things, and even taught him to wag his tail in front of ordinary people."
Edgar threw out the last sentence of confusion. "That ordinary person named Lynn is turning your flesh and blood, which has the potential of a god, into a weakling who only hides at home and cries when you encounter trouble."
According to Soldier Boy's extremely macho temper, when he hears that his own kind has been raised like this, he usually goes berserk in an instant.
But Basement did not show the rage expected by Edgar.
Soldier Boy was just quiet for two seconds, and then slowly walked to Edgar.
The distance between the two was extremely close, and Soldier Boy's body that was more than half a head taller brought a terrifying sense of oppression.
He lowered his head, with a cruel and unabashed mockery in his eyes.
"Do you think my brain has been frozen to death after sleeping in an ice coffin for so long?"
Soldier Boy stretched out his big stubble-covered hand and patted Edgar's shoulder hard, making Edgar shake slightly.
"It's okay to use your fart rhetoric to deceive the idiots out there who read comics. You capitalists are just selling your butts for profit. How would you be so kind as to come all the way to tell me about my son?"
Soldier Boy walked around Edgar, looking like he was looking at prey.
"Let me guess. Did that guy named Lynn step on the tail of you Vought International, and you trash can't kill him? So you came to Siberia to dig up his grave and make up a bullshit story about me and my son turning into cowards, and you want to use me as a gunman to wipe your butts?"
Edgar's expression still didn't change much, but there was a trace of real solemnity in his eyes.
He really underestimated this old gangster's intuition.
This foul-mouthed man was able to climb out of the dead in World War II to become United States icon, not only by his muscles, but also by his keen intuition like a beast.
"You can understand that we did run into a bit of trouble."
Edgar did not deny it and met Soldier Boy's gaze calmly, "But that is your bloodline. This is also an undeniable fact. Your son is now called John."
"Fuck the facts."
Soldier Boy twisted his neck nonchalantly, reached into the jacket pocket of the bearded Russia officer next to him, and took out a flattened metal cigarette case and a windproof lighter.
He took out a damp cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit it with a click.
Taking a deep breath, Soldier Boy spit the strong smoke directly onto Edgar's delicate face.
"If you want me to kill someone for you, that's fine."
Soldier Boy bit his cigarette holder and grinned with a cruel smile mixed with the smell of tar, "But I have to go out first and see what this world full of cowards has become like."