Soldier Boy stared straight at Edgar.
"Where is Black Noir."
"If you are looking for Black Noir, then he is indeed alive. Not only alive, but also living a good life."
Edgar looked at Soldier Boy's almost cannibalistic eyes, and his tone still maintained that irritating calmness.
"He is now at Long Island Estate, working as a security guard for Lynn. By the way, he plays snowball fights with the children in the yard every day, teaches them to draw, or trims the flowers and plants on the windowsill. It seems that he enjoys this kind of retirement-like family life."
The air in the cabin seemed to be completely drained at this moment.
Soldier Boy The muscles on his cheek twitched violently.
"Painting? Pruning potted plants? Family life?"
Soldier Boy The pain suddenly shrank, and the pain of the past years could not help but appear in my mind.
He was tied to a test bench like an animal in a dark underground ice cave.
The Russians in white coats cut open his skin, poured Neurotoxin into his blood vessels, and burned his internal organs with high-intensity radiation day after day.
He has endured endless pain and darkness for so many years, and the traitor who sold him to the Russians with his own hands is now living a comfortable life raising flowers and entertaining dogs in the sunny Manor?
This extremely absurd gap destroyed Soldier Boy's remaining sanity.
An uncontrollable rage, mixed with the energy accumulated in radiation experiments for many years, was running wildly in his body.
Buzz--
A heartbreaking roar suddenly sounded in the cabin.
Deep in Soldier Boy's chest, a dazzling light suddenly lit up.
The light seeped through his thick muscles and military coat, getting brighter and brighter, carrying a destructive and terrifying heat.
The temperature of the entire cabin soared in just two seconds.
The crystal wine glass on the bar exploded into pieces with a bang, the leather sofa began to smell burnt, and even the soundproofing panels on the side of the cabin began to distort due to the high temperature Transfiguration.
The energy was too huge and violent, with a death aura that could turn everything into ashes!
Stan Edgar, who had been strategizing all along, finally changed his expression.
His always calm mask was completely shattered at this moment, and for the first time, true horror flashed through his eyes behind the lenses.
He calculated everything, but he failed to calculate that the Russian experiment turned this old antique into a nuclear bomb that could explode at any time.
"Get out of the way!"
At this moment of life and death, Marge in the corner moved.
That instinct on the verge of death caused her to burst out with terrifying speed and strength in an instant.
Her red hair was flying in the heat wave, like a lion guarding its food, rushing towards Edgar.
She firmly grasped Duke, who had long been paralyzed with fear, with her left hand, and held Edgar's waist with her right hand.
Without any hesitation, Marge used the inertia of his sprint to lift up his powerful leg and kicked hard towards the door of the private jet.
Boom!
The alloy hatch was kicked hard by Marge Diffindo.
The cold wind outside mixed with the salty smell of sea water rushed in crazily.
This private apron is built on the edge of the coastline, and outside the runway is a bottomless icy bay.
Marge led two people, jumped out of the cabin with a big hole, and fell straight towards the bay below.
The next second they jumped out of the cabin.
The light on Soldier Boy's chest exploded completely.
A terrifying energy beam that was more dazzling than the sun swallowed up the entire luxury airliner in an instant.
The shock wave, mixed with intense radiation, fanned outward Cleansweep, and violently grazed the back of the falling Marge.
Plop!
The three of them crashed heavily into the icy bay, causing a large splash of pale water.
The sea water in December New York is as cold as a knife.
Marge stabilized his body underwater and instinctively wanted to take Edgar and Duke upstream to the sea.
When she was in the underground training camp, she could easily swim several kilometers while carrying hundreds of kilograms of weight without even losing her breath.
Her muscles are harder than steel, and this ordinary cold sea water is nothing to her.
However, the moment she tried to paddle hard, an unprecedented strange feeling swept through her body.
Her arms felt as heavy as lead.
The biting coldness of the sea penetrated her skin without any hindrance, making all the bones in her body ache from the cold, and even her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
The oxygen in her lungs was being depleted rapidly, and the fear of being suffocated was like a big invisible hand strangling her throat.
The superpower she was so proud of disappeared.
Her perfect, invulnerable body was now no different from an ordinary, even malnourished, little girl.
The dazzling light that just brushed her back not only destroyed the plane, but also burned the Compound V ingredients in her body.
Marge opened his eyes wide in the cold and turbid water, looking at the faint light coming from above. His hands and feet began to sink gradually due to the loss of strength.
Seawater poured ruthlessly into Marge's mouth and nose, and the strong sense of suffocation made her brain go blank for an instant.
She desperately wanted to push her legs like before, to rush out of the water with the force that could tear steel.
But there was nothing. Her limbs were so limp that even her strength to cut through the water seemed so insignificant.
Just when Marge thought she was about to be completely swallowed up by this pitch-black bay, a thin but extremely strong hand suddenly grabbed her back collar and forcibly pulled her up from the water.
Wow.
Marge's water broke and she breathed in the cold and fresh air. Her violent coughing made her burst into tears.
The person holding her is Edgar.
This capitalist, who is usually aloof and can't even tolerate wrinkles in his clothes, is now completely soaked in his expensive suit, and his hair sticks to his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.
But the expression on his face was still terrifyingly calm, and even the rhythm of his breathing was not completely disrupted.
Edgar's other hand is holding on to the invisible boy Duke who is also flopping in the water.
"Don't struggle, relax your body, and follow the buoyancy of the waves to tread water."
The voice of Edgar is still clear and stable in the roaring sea breeze.