Thousands of meters above the ground, the violent storm was completely isolated by the thick bulletproof glass.
Edgar sat quietly on the seat.
Through the huge hole below that was forcibly torn open by John, he could clearly see the bright flower of death rising at the end of the horizon.
The huge mushroom cloud rolled and expanded in the heavy rain, illuminating the entire Virginia night sky as bright as day.
The dazzling white light reflected on the lenses of Edgar's gold glasses, and also illuminated his ancient and unwavering face.
He won.
The price is not heavy.
Twenty thousand super soldiers, Marge and Duke, and the other children of New Vanguard Camp.
Even the military heart of America was all destroyed in the explosion.
But this is not a real destruction for capital. At most, it is just a cut to stop losses.
As long as the biggest variable, Lynn, is eliminated, the giant ship Vought International can still continue sailing.
As for how Homelander will go crazy after losing Shackles, that is a matter for the future.
He only needs to win once. That's enough.
It is much easier to deal with a crazy god who has lost his mind than a sober Lynn.
What's more, Homelander may not survive.
That's a nuclear bomb.
Edgar leaned back on the chair, and his tense back finally relaxed slowly.
He reached out and took out an exquisite cigarette case from the inner pocket of his cashmere coat, took out a Cuba cigar, and skillfully cut one end with the cigar.
Click.
The lighter burst into flames.
Edgar Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
However, the mellow and spicy tobacco aroma did not spread in the mouth.
Inhaling this cigarette into your lungs is like taking a sip of plain water with no texture.
There is no smell, not even the warm feeling of smoke across the throat.
Edgar frowned slightly.
Then, he noticed the second thing that was wrong.
The deafening roar of the engine in the helicopter cabin and the huge noise of the propeller cutting the air are rapidly fading.
It's like someone took the TV remote control and turned the volume all the way down little by little.
Less than three seconds.
The roar of the wind disappeared.
The high-frequency mechanical vibrations on the cabin floor disappeared.
The whole world fell into an eerie dead silence.
Edgar opened his eyes suddenly.
The seats in front of you, the broken cabin, and the bright mushroom cloud outside the porthole window were like washed watercolor paintings, ripples in the air, and then collapsed and dissipated like broken glass.
The cold rain hit Edgar's face without warning, instantly soaking his cashmere coat.
He was not thousands of meters in the air at all.
He was still standing on the water-filled tarmac on the top floor of Pentagon.
The black helicopter behind him did start, but the propellers did not rotate and the hatch was wide open.
The dozen New Vanguard Camp children sat quietly inside, looking ahead with dull eyes.
Marge fell into the water on the side, unconscious at some point.
Duke also had his wrist broken and was lying not far away like a dead dog.
And directly in front of Edgar.
The man wearing a long black windbreaker was holding a large black umbrella and standing quietly in the rain.
Lynn was not only unscathed, but even the hem of his coat was not stained by any mud or water.
Beside him, the blond boy John was floating with his feet off the ground.
He put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looked at Edgar who was stunned, and tried his best to pull up the corners of his mouth, as if he was trying his best to suppress a smile.
In the end, he couldn't hold it back and pursed his lips, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Edgar lowered his head stiffly and looked at his hands.
His thumb still maintained the pressing position, but there was nothing in his hand.
Everything that happened just now, that desperate comeback that made him think he could turn the tide.
It's all fake.
"This is impossible..."
Edgar's voice was dry, and his always calm face finally lost control completely at this moment, and his facial muscles spasmed violently.
"Nothing is impossible."
Lynn held an umbrella, stepped on the water on the ground, and took two steps closer.
"From the moment I stepped onto the tarmac, you have entered my world. I want to see what other cards you have up your sleeve."
Lynn looked at the capital tycoon in front of him who finally showed the attitude of a defeated dog, and said in a calm tone, "As for the touching life and death scene just now..."
Lynn turned around and glanced at John, who was still holding back a smile, and shook his head helplessly.
"I can't help it. I think you are too devoted to the performance. It would be really rude if I didn't let you finish the last self-righteous line."
John floated in front of Edgar, stretched out a finger, and poked Edgar's pale face unceremoniously.
"But to be honest, Big Boss, your lines are so cliche that I almost couldn't hold back my laughter."
Pentagon The wind and rain on the top floor seem to be lighter.
Edgar was kneeling in the stagnant water, his gray hair wet and sticking tightly to his forehead.
He didn't look at Lynn, nor at John, he just stared at his empty hands.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, but still tried to keep his spine straight.
For people like him, failure itself means death, and he does not need Lynn to pronounce his sentence.
"Lynn, you are right."
Edgar raised his head, and there was a trace of calmness in his eyes that he had never seen before:
"Family... is indeed an even more unreasonable thing than capital. I didn't lose unjustly."
Lynn said nothing, he was about to put away his umbrella and end it all.
"Sir..."
A soft cry with a broken feeling broke the dead silence.
Marge didn't know when she opened her eyes. She stood up unsteadily from the muddy water. Her originally rosy face was now as pale as paper.
She moved step by step behind Edgar, her eyes lifeless, as numb as a walking zombie.
Edgar turned his head, looked at the poor girl, moved his lips, and was about to say something.
Pfft.
The sound of the sharp knife penetrating into the flesh was clear and abrupt.
Marge held a dagger he picked up from Duke in his hand at some point. The black tip of the knife came out from Edgar's chest, and blood spurted out along the notch, instantly dyeing his coat red.