Soldier Boy leaned against the graffiti-covered brick wall, breathing heavily.
He couldn't run anymore, and after soaking in the Cross-sea Bridge sea water for so long, the energy in his chest was interrupted. Now he was not only hungry, but he even felt a dull pain in his head.
There is a fast food restaurant that is still open at the entrance of the alley, and the exhaust fan is blowing the smell of oil smoke from fried meat patties and French fries.
Soldier Boy swallowed subconsciously and touched the pocket under the windbreaker that was cleaner than his face.
He thought about rushing in and grabbing two burgers, or going to a random guy on the roadside to borrow some cash to stay in a hotel.
But as soon as the idea came up, he suppressed it.
The streets are full of paparazzi and passers-by with cameras.
And now I have this dignified appearance...
She was wrapped in a dirty windbreaker that she picked up, with only a rag wrapped around it, and her two thick thighs covered with hair were still swaying in the cold wind.
If he is recognized by someone, or is photographed and published on tomorrow's morning news, with the headline reading "United States's greatest hero of the past fell into the street grabbing burgers", then all the pride and face he has accumulated in his life will be completely lost to Pacific Ocean.
A tough guy would rather starve to death than die in society.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Soldier Boy shivered from the cold.
His eyes suddenly fell on a sewer manhole cover deep in the alley, where warm white steam was pouring out.
He walked over and squatted down to feel it. The temperature below was indeed much warmer than the damn ice and snow above.
"It's just a tactical concealment, to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Soldier Boy comforted himself in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, like a skilled vagabond, used his thick fingers to lift the heavy iron manhole cover, climbed the rusty iron ladder, and quickly got into the strange-smelling sewer, and then covered the manhole cover tightly.
Meanwhile, Vought Tower is on top of Manhattan in the center.
President’s Office's office is as warm as spring. Stan Edgar is sitting on the boss's chair, holding a cup of Whiskey in his hand.
Madelyn holds a thick folder in his hand and is standing in front of his desk to report on his work.
"Mr. President, regarding the disposal of Stormfront's body, everything is going smoothly."
Madelyn's voice trembled slightly, "Research and Development Department has successfully extracted Original Compound V's original sample from her bone marrow and spinal fluid. However, the substance is too manic. It will take some time to perform genetic sequencing if we want to reverse it perfectly and replicate it."
Edgar gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided.
"We have plenty of time, as long as we are heading in the right direction."
Edgar took a sip of wine and said in a very calm tone, "Where is the book? Have you seen the surveillance video on Long Island Bridge?"
Madelyn nodded, with a subtle expression on his face:
"Have seen it, our old hero was unilaterally suppressed by that nine-year-old child on the bridge, and was even thrown into the sea like garbage in the end."
Edgar pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were deep.
Soldier Boy's defeat didn't surprise him at all.
But what is puzzling is why the Long Island person was not injured by his Chest Blast.
The fact that Chest Blast can eliminate Superpower has been classified as confidential. There is no time or opportunity for Lynn and others to know...
Edgar squinted his eyes and changed the topic.
"What about Marge?"
"It's back to normal."
Madelyn opened the next page of the folder, "After we fished her out, we immediately re-injected her with Compound V. Her physical fitness has fully recovered, and she even stood up again after experiencing a break. Her muscle density is a little stronger than before. The most important thing is that after escaping from death, she is now in great awe of the company and is much more obedient than before."
Hearing this result, Edgar smiled with satisfaction.
Losing Superpower once made that proud little girl completely understand who was giving her everything. This deal was a very good deal.
"One last piece of good news."
Madelyn's tone became a little excited, and she pushed a report stamped with a top secret seal in front of Edgar,
"Regarding the...Wizarding World monster that John beat to death on the street, Research and Development Department extracted a very strange substance from the horns and blood of that Poison-Horned Lion, and successfully fused it with Compound V."
Edgar raised his eyebrows. "What is the effect?"
"Stable, absolutely stable!"
Madelyn's eyes flashed with excitement, "In the past, the ability obtained by injecting Compound V depended entirely on luck, and the mortality rate was extremely high. But now, as long as this new mixed medicine is injected, even the most ordinary adults will 100% obtain a fixed ability template."
"The physical fitness will be greatly enhanced, invulnerable hard scales will grow on the surface of the skin, and a horn capable of spraying deadly venom will grow on the top of the head. Although the appearance will become a bit monster-like, this is definitely a standardized super army that can be mass-produced!"
Edgar After listening, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even thicker.
With this technology, Vought International is no longer just an entertainment company that makes money from celebrity heroes, they will completely monopolize the global military market.
Compared with the cold calculation in Vought Tower, the atmosphere in Long Island Estate is like another world.
The black SUV parked steadily into the warm garage.
As the garage door slowly lowered, the howling wind, snow and severe cold outside were completely isolated.
The car door opened, and several little guys jumped out of the car with familiarity, stepped on the thick carpet of the indoor passage, and ran all the way into the living room on the first floor of the villa.
As soon as I opened the door to the living room, a relaxing warm air hit my face.
"Wow! You are finally willing to come back!"
Big Golden Retriever Buddy was taking a nap on the wool carpet in front of the fireplace. When he heard the noise, he immediately came over wagging his tail.
But as soon as it got closer, its nose twitched hard twice, and then sneezed loudly in disgust.
It took two steps back, sat down on the ground, covered its nose with its two front paws and complained.
"Oh my god, did you go to the seafood market to wrestle with tuna? Why does it all smell like Charlie? Boss, did you secretly take them to the seafood buffet behind my back?"
Reggie rolled his eyes while taking off his heavy coat and hanging it on the coat rack:
"What kind of seafood are you going to eat? We went to fight a bad old man who smelled like kelp. Get out of the way. I have to wash my hands."
Lynn was walking at the back, holding the car key in his hand. Looking at Buddy's exaggerated look of disgust, he couldn't help but smile.
"Okay Buddy, stop acting, just tell me if you want to eat more."