The sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Vought Tower, illuminating the President’s Office office brightly.
Edgar is sitting behind the large desk, holding a cup of Black Tea at just the right temperature.
There was a tablet computer in front of him, and the video Duke brought back last night was playing on the screen.
The picture is slightly shaken due to hidden shooting, but the clarity is sufficient.
In the camera, the scaly mutant Outsiders Eddie was raging through the alley like a bulldozer until he bumped into Soldier Boy emerging from the sewer.
Edgar's eyes were fixed on the screen. When he saw Soldier Boy swinging a punch with a sonic boom sound and hitting Eddie firmly on the head, he pressed the pause button.
The screen freezes at the moment when Eddie slides back.
Edgar was not only not angry because the white mouse was killed, but also laughed with satisfaction.
That was Soldier Boy's punch.
Even Second-Tier Superheroes, who spent a lot of money to train Vought International, would die suddenly on the spot after receiving this blow.
And that bad gambler who was randomly picked up from the slums and injected with New Compound for just a few hours actually resisted the punch without breaking his neck and only stepped back a few meters.
As for Eddie being thrown from behind by Soldier Boy and breaking his neck bone later, that is no longer important.
No one expected mass-produced infantry to defeat this monster.
This set of actual combat data is simply perfect and impeccable.
"Take this video to the technical department."
Edgar pressed the communicator and told the assistant outside the door, "Cut out all the scenes of Soldier Boy's appearance, leaving only the part where Outsiders destroyed the neighborhood and resisted the attack test, and then encrypted and sent it to Pentagon's veteran general."
After doing all this, Edgar leaned back on the chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and his eyes became deep.
The second half of the video was actually what really interested him.
He called up the Intelligence Network summary that Vought International had placed around Long Island's wealthy area.
Combined with last night's video, let's take a look at the recent seemingly insignificant surveillance captures near Long Island Estate.
A burly, shirtless man was repairing the wooden fence of the villa, clearing fallen leaves from the roof, and even sweeping snow in the yard with a big broom.
Edgar recognized the man at a glance.
Soldier Boy, actually betrayed Vought International, like a homeless man begging for food and clothing, he plunged into Long Island Estate of Lynn.
It stands to reason that if the ultimate weapon dug out from Siberia by the company at a huge cost went to the opposing camp, any senior executive would be furious.
But Edgar was not angry at all.
He picked up Black Tea and took a sip. The always gentle and calm face of Lynn replayed in his mind, and he even felt a sincere sigh in his heart.
Lynn's personality charm and domestication methods are simply an art that cannot be copied.
Being able to transform an old gangster full of violence and pride into an old man who is willing to chop firewood and wash dishes for two hot meals is a skill that Vought International psychology experts with annual salaries of millions cannot learn even if they study for another hundred years.
Edgar put down the tea cup and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Of course he was a little disappointed, but everything was as he expected.
Fortresses are often breached from within.
Lynn built Manor like an iron bucket. Those children were united and no outsiders could get in.
But now, Soldier Boy, an outsider who has forced his way in, is the best breakthrough.
When those people in Long Island Estate see this former tyrant lowering his stature and chopping firewood, repairing fences, and even helping wash dishes every day, they will inevitably relax their vigilance.
They will think that there is another converted family member in the family.
Edgar Open the drawer with a fingerprint password lock at the bottom of the desk.
Inside lay a black tablet and an old yellowed paper file.
That file belongs to an ancient name - Liberty.
That is later Stormfront.
Among Vought International's truly core top secrets, Edgar knows one thing:
Soldier Boy not only knew Stormfront, but during the long and chaotic years of this old gangster, Stormfront was the only woman he had truly loved.
They have similar arrogance and similar madness. In that ancient era, they were each other's craziest soul mates.
What is stored in the tablet is a surveillance video that only Edgar has.
The surveillance perspective is the top view of this President’s Office office.
In the picture, Stormfront, who was seriously injured, was lying on the carpet, while Black Noir, who was wearing a black suit, was holding a dagger and stabbed her heart calmly.
Edgar looked at the storage disk in his hand, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
The best way to make a person suffer is to first give him a home, and then let him watch with his own eyes that the family he just recognized kill the woman he loves most with his own hands.
In the afternoon of Long Island, the sun dazzled the snow.
Benjamin was wearing a gray Hoodie, with his hands in his pockets, walking slowly on the streets of the town.
Lynn's Lawn trimmer broke a part, so he stopped by the hardware store in town to buy a new one.
Benjamin is now very familiar with this kind of errand work. He even used the pocket money he earned yesterday to buy a pack of cheap tobacco at a roadside convenience store.
Just as he was carrying a paper bag full of parts and preparing to turn onto a shortcut leading to the Manor, a man wearing a dark gray jacket and walking with his head lowered hurriedly walked by him.
Their shoulders touched lightly.
Benjamin frowned and was about to curse a few words, but felt a slight heaviness in the pocket of his large sweatshirt.
The man didn't even look back and quickly disappeared into the traffic on the corner.
Benjamin stopped, looked around warily, then put his hand into his pocket and took out a player that was only the size of a palm.
Benjamin walked to a sheltered corner where there was no one around, leaned against the red brick wall, and looked down at the screen.
The moment the screen lights up, a very clear surveillance video begins to play automatically.
The location Benjamin in the picture looks familiar. It is the top-floor office of Vought Tower.
The outline of a woman who had lost her legs and was stained red with blood fell weakly on the carpet. Her incomplete features were recognized.
Liberty.
The woman he had hugged on countless nights, the only woman who could calm his raging heart.
Benjamin's breathing suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a tall man wearing black tactical armor appeared on the screen.
Black Noir.
There was no sound in the video, just cold images.
Black Noir walked up to Stormfront, pulled out the familiar tactical dagger, and without any hesitation, stabbed it directly into her heart.
Clean and tidy, like dealing with an unnecessary piece of garbage.
The player's screen dimmed and turned into pitch black, reflecting Benjamin's face that had completely lost all color.
Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blew through the alley, picking up a few dead leaves on the ground.
Benjamin just leaned against the wall stiffly, still holding the paper bag full of hardware parts tightly in his left hand, and holding the thin player in his right hand.