The old general snorted coldly, "They do obey absolutely, but now, they are obeying the military's orders!"
"Really?"
Edgar chuckled, "Since I can make them obey you through the neural controller in the potion, then naturally... I can also make them obey me."
These words were like a muffled thunder that struck the old general's head hard.
Before the old general could react, Edgar just spat out a word.
"Turn around."
The moment the order was given, a horrifying scene occurred in the entire corridor.
Those hundreds of Mutant Soldiers who originally pointed their guns at Edgar, their bodies instantly stiffened as if they were being held by invisible puppets.
The next second, there was no hesitation or resistance.
Whoa--!
Hundreds of heavy machine guns turned in unison, and the black muzzles were instantly aimed at the old general standing among them, as well as several close officers behind the old general!
Not only that, through the ventilation ducts in the underground corridor, you can even clearly hear the terrifying roar of tens of thousands of super soldiers stationed inside and outside Pentagon, pulling the bolts of their guns at the same time!
An army of tens of thousands of people completely changed hands at this moment.
The old general's rosy face instantly lost all its color and became paler than paper.
He stood stiffly on the spot, looking at the Mutant Soldiers that surrounded him tightly, and cold sweat fell down his forehead like a waterfall.
As long as Edgar utters one more word, this powerful military figure will immediately be beaten into a puddle of flesh.
"You... you damn capitalist..."
The old general's lips trembled violently, and a desperate and angry roar came from his throat, "How dare you leave a backdoor in the military's medicine! You are crazy! This is treason!"
"Don't put it in such a bad way, General, this is called risk hedging."
Edgar Put his hands back into his coat pockets, and with steady steps, he strolled up to the old general who was pointed at the gun.
He stretched out his hand and straightened out the somewhat crooked general's star badge for the old general, and his tone was so gentle that it was creepy.
"I have already thought about the press release for you tomorrow morning."
Edgar looked at the old general's fearful eyes and softly pronounced his fate:
"Mutant Soldiers of America couldn't bear the cruel oppression and exploitation of the top military officials, so a tragic mutiny broke out in Pentagon. The old general unfortunately died on the spot in order to suppress the rebellion... General, for the benefit of America, your excuse is perfect."
"Stan Edgar! You must die a happy death!"
The old general collapsed completely and cursed desperately.
Edgar didn't even move his eyebrows. He turned around and walked towards the passage with Marge.
"Open fire."
Bang bang bang bang bang--!
Deafening gunshots exploded in the underground corridor, and the dense firelight instantly swallowed up the desperate curses of the old general.
Edgar walked into the passage without looking back.
Virginia's heavy rain seems to flood the whole world.
Under the night, Pentagon, this fortress that symbolizes the highest military power of America, has been completely reduced to a Shura field soaked in blood.
The regular military officers, civilian personnel and Security Department team originally stationed here were completely purged in just half an hour after the mutiny occurred.
The people taking over here are nearly 20,000 Mutant Soldiers injected with Full-Version New Compound V.
Edgar continuously summoned all the troops stationed in surrounding military bases and secret training camps to Pentagon.
Twenty thousand monsters over two meters tall, with skin covered with thick horny scales or bone armor, armed with heavy firearms and individual missiles, surrounded the square, main roads and all entrances and exits outside Pentagon like an iron barrel.
The rain hit their cold barrels and hard scales, splashing a layer of white mist.
The breathing sounds of twenty thousand people gathered together, like an ancient beast dormant in the darkness.
Pentagon On the apron on the top floor.
A heavy-duty transport helicopter painted with a black stealth coating has started, its propellers roaring deafeningly in the heavy rain and whipping up violent airflow.
Edgar stood outside the helicopter door.
Marge held a large black umbrella and stood quietly beside him, shielding him from the wind and rain.
In the cabin behind them, there were a dozen children in uniforms sitting.
These are the children of New Vanguard Camp.
After witnessing the cruelty of the underground laboratory, they were completely brainwashed by Edgar with the false concept of family, and are now Vought International's most loyal trump cards.
They looked through the portholes at the rainy night outside with horrified eyes.
But no matter how scared they were, they restrained themselves from making any sound so as not to cause trouble to their father.
Edgar was in no rush to board the plane.
He put his hands in the pockets of his cashmere coat and looked down through the rain curtain at the densely packed army that surrounded the entire Pentagon.
There was a hint of helplessness and a somewhat absurd smile on his face.
Now, this mutant army, which is enough to Cleansweep any conventional military force in the world, only obeys his instructions.
In a sense, Edgar has completed the most incredible coup in history.
As long as he sits in Oval Office now, the entire United States of America will truly become his own capital empire.
He can change the laws at will and turn the entire country into an arsenal of Vought International.
This should have been the most glorious coronation moment for capitalists.
But he could only stand here, blowing the cold wind, waiting for an escape helicopter.
Just because of the blond boy in Long Island Estate who always likes to wear a hoodie, and the Chinese man who sets a lot of broken rules.
If there was no Lynn, if there was no John, he Edgar would be the uncrowned king of this country today.
"Sir, aren't you leaving yet?"
Marge looked at the lightning flashing from time to time on the distant skyline, and his voice was tense.
"Wait one more minute."
Edgar glanced at his watch and spoke calmly.
He is waiting for Duke.
Duke went to deal with Madelyn. Counting the time, it's time to come back.
As soon as everyone arrives, he will take off immediately, leaving this mess to the 20,000 Mutant Soldiers below.