Edgar slowly took out a glass from the wine cabinet next to him and poured himself a glass of soda water.
"Ben, I know you are angry."
Edgar looked at the man opposite who exuded a violent aura and spoke in a calm tone.
"If you are not interested in settling accounts with that ordinary person named Lynn, or meeting your biological son, then now we need to talk about your next comeback plan."
Soldier Boy sneered and played with the empty crystal wine glass in his hand with his rough fingers.
"Come back? I'm not one of those strippers who twerks on stage. How can I come back?"
Edgar smiled slightly and was not angry at such vulgar words.
"Times have changed, Ben. Although today's United States people say they like the gentle Superheroes, deep down they still long to see a real tough guy. You have been missing for so many years. In the eyes of the public, you are a great martyr who sacrificed his life for the country."
Edgar picked up the soda and took a sip, his eyes flashing behind the lenses.
"Imagine that scene. A top hero who has been missing for many years returns to this country with scars all over his body and an unyielding will.
This is not only an explosive news that can drive All-America country crazy, but also Vought International's best public relations weapon. Feelings are always the most valuable commodity. As long as it is operated properly, the company's stock price can at least double within a month."
Hearing these words, Marge, who was sitting in the corner of the cabin, curled her lips. She hated Edgar's tone of treating everyone as a cash cow, but she didn't dare to show it, so she could only stare at the toes of her shoes.
Duke was so frightened that he used Superpower to hide himself, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
The mockery on Soldier Boy's face became more and more serious.
He exerted force suddenly, only to hear a crisp click sound, and the valuable crystal wine glass in his hand was crushed into pieces full of glass shards.
As if he felt no pain, he patted the debris on his hand casually, leaned forward, and stared at Edgar with his bloodshot eyes.
"I don't even care about the punctuation marks for these bullshit prices you're talking about."
Soldier Boy's voice was low, with a coldness that had not seen the light of day all year round.
"I was imprisoned in that Siberia ice cave where even feces could be instantly frozen. I was imprisoned for ten years. Every day, my blood was drawn and experiments were done by those Russian guys. What kept me alive was not the bullshit United States spirit, nor your Vought International stock price."
He stretched out his finger and poked the mahogany coffee table in front of him hard, making a dull thunk sound.
"It's revenge. Back in Nicaragua, my teammates, the trash that I brought out with my own hands, worked together to sell me to the Russians."
Soldier Boy's chest heaved violently, and the faces of those betrayers flashed in his mind.
"Payback Team. Crimson Earl's Wife, that watery bitch, and Gunpowder, that coward who only follows other people's butts and flatters them. I want to find them first, pull out their intestines, and then stuff them into their own mouths."
Soldier Boy's murderous intent was undisguised, and the air in the cabin became extremely cold.
Edgar looked at the glass shards all over the table, the expression on his face remained unchanged.
He even took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped a drop of water that accidentally splashed on his cuffs.
"If you want to catch up with the two of them, then I'm afraid I have to tell you some regrettable news."
Edgar folded the silk handkerchief slowly and put it back into his pocket.
Soldier Boy frowned.
"What, they died of old age? Or they hid on some country farm to farm?"
"They're dead."
Edgar stated a fact in a calm tone, "Not long ago, Manhattan Lower Manhattan had a disaster caused by mutant animals. While Crimson Earl's Wife and Gunpowder were performing cleanup tasks, they were dragged into the sewer by thousands of mutant mice infected with Compound V."
Edgar paused and looked directly at Soldier Boy.
"The search and rescue team finally found some bloody uniform fragments, and couldn't even piece together a complete bone. They were eaten alive."
Soldier Boy was stunned.
He had been preparing for years of revenge and rage, the obsession that sustained him through countless days and nights in the cold laboratory, suddenly it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, without even a spark left.
Eaten by a mouse?
For Superheroes, this way of death was extremely cowardly.
"Ha... hahahaha..."
After a brief moment of astonishment, Soldier Boy suddenly burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears.
"Eated by rats! Those two self-righteous idiots were reduced to serving the filth in the sewers as snacks! How damn ironic!"
He laughed wildly, but there was not much pleasure in getting revenge in his laughter. Instead, there was a kind of emptiness and irritability in the cotton.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The expression on Soldier Boy's face instantly faded, becoming gloomy and terrifying again.
He leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his rough hands twice on the thick stubble on his chin.
Although Gunpowder and Crimson Earl's Wife were dead, the fire in his heart was not vented at all.
He still remembered the figure who said nothing from beginning to end during the betrayal, but gave him the most fatal blow.
Soldier Boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes as cold as a knife that had just been sharpened.
"Those two losers are dead. What about the others?"
He stared at Edgar's always calm face and asked word by word.
"That mute who never speaks, that guy who wraps himself in black clothes all day long. Where is Black Noir? He must have died cowardly in some sewer."