Virginia, Pentagon.
Edgar The red and green phones on the desk have been buzzing like crazy notes one after another in the past half hour.
"Boss! Transfer Station No. 13 was attacked... the gate was demolished! It's Telekinesis! Ah...!"
Toot toot...
"Mr. Edgar! Viper Gang's place has been picked! As soon as the people we sent to pick up the goods arrived, they saw headless corpses all over the ground. The surveillance was destroyed, but the wounds were cut with sharp tools!"
Toot toot...
"Help! The defense line of the main road collapsed! It was Heat Vision! Homelander came in! Our armored vehicles can't even hold on for a second..."
Boom!
There was a deafening explosion on the other end of the phone, followed by complete silence.
Edgar took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, took out a squarely folded handkerchief, and slowly wiped the lenses.
His hands were steady, without any trembling.
As the helmsman of the giant ship Vought International, when he heard the bad news that could make any capitalist have a heart attack on the spot, there was still no trace of panic on his face.
He just put his cleaned glasses back on and looked at the huge All-America electronic map on the wall.
The red coordinates on the map, which represent the core assets of Vought International, are being extinguished one after another at a devastating speed.
At the same time.
Vought International bio Pharmaceutical Plant Inside.
The piercing siren echoed in the empty factory building.
Hundreds of Mutant Soldiers poured out from various passages, raising their heavy firearms in an attempt to launch a final counterattack against the intruders.
But they didn't even get a chance to pull the trigger.
Lynn put one hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, stepped on the glass shards and bullet casings on the floor, and walked slowly along the main passage of the factory.
There seemed to be an invisible and intangible realm around him.
That is the power of "boundary".
Dozens of Mutant Soldiers had just rushed out from the corner. The moment they stepped into the fifty-meter radius around Lynn, their eyes suddenly became extremely frightened and distorted.
In their sight, there was no man in a trench coat at all, but they saw countless terrifying evil spirits crawling out of hell.
What's even worse is that the comrades around them have all turned into hideous man-eating monsters in their illusions.
"Monster! Die!"
The Mutant Soldierss had a complete mental breakdown. They turned their guns crazily and pulled the triggers on their companions.
Intense gunshots exploded in the factory building, and blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
Lynn Without even moving a finger, most of the soldiers who tried to stop him had already fallen to pieces fighting each other.
Occasionally, a few soldiers who were lucky enough not to fall into the illusion, or who resisted the illusion with their mutated physiques, tried to aim their guns at Lynn's back.
John was suspended in mid-air, not even bothering to look at them.
Stand behind Lynn, fly over, and punch him.
The two of them just stepped on the corpses on the ground and strolled through the factory.
Drop.
Lynn There was a slight vibration in his pocket.
He stopped and took out a black tablet from the inside of his windbreaker.
It's the communication equipment he asked for from Black Noir.
The screen lit up, and a text message with only one sentence popped up.
"Edgar is at Pentagon, do you keep your word?"
The sender is: Madelyn.
But when Lynn looked at this sentence, there was no surprise in his eyes.
He casually typed a few words on the screen with one hand and clicked send.
"Of course it counts."
The screen went dark again.
Lynn Put the tablet back into your pocket.
For Madelyn to betray Edgar at this juncture, Lynn had actually expected it for a long time.
When Edgar went to Russia to release Soldier Boy, the information was extremely tightly blocked.
But Black Noir got the information right away and even made preparations in advance to fight on Cross-sea Bridge.
Later, while Black Noir was washing dishes in the Manor, he told Lynn that the person who risked his head and revealed the top secret information to him was Madelyn.
Madelyn is an extremely complicated person.
In the underground laboratory of Vought International, she witnessed with her own eyes how Black Noir was treated as an emotionless weapon and forced to perform the most dirty and bloody cleaning tasks.
She knew very well that the essence behind Black Noir's mask was actually just an ordinary person who was somewhat simple due to brain damage and even retained some kindness.
Madelyn may have felt sympathy for Black Noir, and even felt that the two of them had the same problem to some extent.
They are all chess pieces that are suppressed by the mountain of Vought International and cannot control their own destiny.
Therefore, when she saw that Black Noir had the courage to completely break away from the control of Vought International, and even found a true destination in Long Island Estate.
This strong woman who has always put interests first could not help but feel a trace of jealousy and envy in her heart.
When Lynn took the initiative to contact Little John in the laboratory, she already knew what kind of person Lynn was.
A gentle person.
It is a blessing to live under the same roof with such people.
And she can trust her when dealing with such people.
"Let's go."
Lynn took back his thoughts, glanced at the factory area in front of him that had been completely cleaned up, and raised his chin at John in mid-air.
"Where to go?" John fell down.
"Pentagon."
Manhattan, Vought Tower.
Madelyn stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of Whiskey without ice in his hand.
Her fingers were trembling slightly, and the edge of the glass collided with her ring, making a small crackling sound.
She just put down the black communication tablet.
The words "Of course it works" on the screen are her only life-saving straw now.
She didn't want to sink with Edgar.
The terms of her transaction with Lynn are very simple. She does not ask to retain her position, she does not ask to take away wealth, and she does not ask for a bright future like Black Noir. She just wants Lynn to spare her life when he cleans Vought International.
But Madelyn didn't realize it.
Black Noir's hands were stained with blood, but he was just a knife held by others and had no choice.
But Madelyn is different.
For the sake of the future, in order to climb higher at the top of Vought International, Madelyn took the initiative to put his hand into the blood.
The bones she stepped on were all steps she had willingly laid.
Her current betrayal was not due to her conscience, but simply because she keenly sensed the crisis that Vought International was about to overthrow.
Jingle bells.
The landline phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Madelyn took two deep breaths, forced down his violently beating heart, walked to the desk, and picked up the receiver.
"Mr. President."
Madelyn Try to make your voice sound smooth.
"Madelyn."
Edgar's calm voice came from the other end of the phone, "The transfer station No. 13 is gone, and the core Pharmaceutical Plant is also destroyed. Now, the two people from Long Island Estate are rushing in the direction of Pentagon."
Madelyn had veins on the back of her hands, but she didn't answer.
"You have been with me for almost ten years."
Edgar's voice passed through the receiver and echoed in the empty office.
"From a researcher at the lowest level to Vice President of Vought International, to be honest, we are both teachers and friends, right?"
Edgar paused for a moment, then changed the subject:
"Madelyn, was it you who revealed my location to Lynn?"