Pentagon A conference room deep underground.
There are no floor-to-ceiling windows like Manhattan in the room that overlook the entire city. There are only thick cement walls and dazzling cold-color incandescent lights.
The air is always filled with the smell of dryer oil unique to the filtration system.
Edgar was wearing a crisp suit, holding a cup of black coffee specially provided by the military in his hand, and stood quietly in front of the tactical screen on one wall.
Even in this environment, he tried hard to maintain his dignity.
But he doesn't regret his choice.
Especially since Madelyn called him a few days ago
She said that late that night, Lynn walked into Vought Tower quietly.
Not only did that man avoid all security systems, he even sat calmly on the leather sofa in her Vice President office for a while.
Lynn didn't go on a killing spree, he just left a greeting that was neither salty nor bland, and then left.
Edgar lowered his head and took a sip of the black coffee in his hand, the bitter liquid spreading on the base of his tongue.
He twitched the corners of his lips and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh with a bit of self-deprecation.
Madelyn doesn't know what Lynn is doing on this trip, but Edgar knows as well as Ming Jing.
That man was there to find out.
If he Stan·Edgar was still sitting in that President’s Office office last night, I'm afraid he would have turned into a broken corpse that fell from a height of several hundred meters.
Once upon a time, he, the capital helmsman who made all the changes in North America and was in charge of the power of a huge empire, was reduced to a rat that did not even dare to return to his old nest and could only hide in underground fortifications to survive.
This feeling of being defeated over and over again and being bitten away bit by bit is not a good feeling.
This sense of disparity is disappointing.
But there was no regret or fear in Edgar's eyes.
As an old fox, how could he not understand that in the face of absolute force, head-on confrontation is the stupidest choice.
As long as the huge military project in his hand is not completely completed and the trump cards that can bring down the gods are not formed, he will never take another step into New York.
Not only him, but also the core scientific research team of Vought International, and all the production lines related to New Compound V, had also been moved overnight by him to several secret military bases guarded by heavy troops.
What is left in Vought Tower now is nothing more than a group of civilian personnel who were pushed on the table to attract firepower.
"Sir, the press conference has already begun."
Duke, who had been standing in the shadows and in an invisible state, whispered a reminder, and then the huge screen on the wall of the conference room jumped to the screen.
The screen shows the global live broadcast channel of Vought News Network.
A press spokesman in a suit and leather shoes is standing on the podium, behind him is a diagram of a biohazard that has been deliberately rendered in dark red.
Edgar raised his chin slightly, admiring the script written by himself.
To deal with the unreasonable group of monsters like Lynn, simple force is not enough, and the entire chess game must be completely muddied.
On the TV, the spokesman's voice was deep and passionate. "After day and night investigations by Vought International and Federal Bureau of Investigation, we finally found out the truth about the recent Outsiders attacks in Queens, Brooklyn and other neighborhoods."
"This is not a terrorist attack, but a vicious infectious disease caused by unregistered wild mutant animals. These dangerous creatures hiding in deep mountains and forests and urban sewers carry a highly lethal mutant virus. Once ordinary people are bitten or exposed to them, they will lose their minds in a short period of time and turn into violent monsters with infinite strength."
This is of course a big lie, and it perfectly puts the blame on the innocent Fantastic Beasts for the fact that gangsters Eddie and Old Qiao went crazy because of injecting compounds a few days ago.
But for the panicked people, they don't need the truth, they just need a target to vent their fear.
The spokesperson on the screen paused and revealed the real highlight of the day:
"In order to protect the safety of the country and the people, Vought International has officially issued a reward to the whole society. No matter who you are, as long as you can provide clues to these wild mutant creatures, or directly capture them, alive or dead, Vought International will purchase them with high cash without any upper limit."
"In addition, Vought International is willing to open special cooperation channels for those capable and large-scale security groups or civil society groups. As long as they sign a gambling agreement, members of the organization can obtain new defensive medicines that can enhance physical fitness from Vought International in advance at extremely low prices. You can take the medicines first, and then use the captured mutated animals to offset the bill."
This is the real killer move of Edgar.
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.
When money and the supernatural power that can make people reach the sky are on the table at the same time, and they can get on the bus first and pay for the ticket later.
Those gangsters, mercenaries and underground organizations hiding in the dark will definitely become a group of mad dogs that can kill even their own fathers for their bones.
The heavy airtight door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside, and a white officer with the rank of major walked in quickly, holding a thick list that had just been printed out in his hand.
"Mr. Edgar, your strategy worked. The hotline has been paralyzed five minutes ago."
The major handed the list to Edgar with unconcealed excitement in his tone, "Just now, a dozen of New York's largest local underground societies contacted us through intermediaries and signed the highest-level gambling agreement."
Edgar put down the coffee cup in his hand and flipped through the list twice.
"Especially this organization called Bigfoot Gang."
The major pointed to the name circled in red pen at the top of the list.
"They are a huge gang that has been entrenched in the New York underground all year round and has a Japan ninja background. Their leader not only signed the largest share of the hunting contract in one go, but also directly took away a full two hundred boxes of New Compound V."
"Very good."
Edgar looked at the name Bigfoot Gang on the paper, closed the list with satisfaction and threw it on the table.
He doesn't care if these people are Japan ninjas or street gangsters.
Once these thousands of people inject those diluted new reagents into their blood vessels and experience the wonderful taste of crushing steel with their bare hands, they will completely become Vought International's cheapest consumables in order to pay off their bills.
This group of greedy hyenas will turn over every sewer and remote old forest in New York, forcing all the monsters and monsters hiding in the dark into the sunlight.
Edgar picked up the cup of cold black coffee again, turned to look at the reward hotline that was still scrolling on the screen, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
The storm has already started. Next, it depends on how Lynn and those little cubs can survive this greedy carnival.
He leaned back on the cold chair, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed a moment of peace.