Manhattan, Vought Tower.
The revolving glass door of the lobby on the first floor was pushed open, and cold wind mixed with rain poured in.
Marge carried Edgar's body on his back and stepped step by step on the smooth mirror-like marble floor.
The rain mixed with the dark red blood flowing out of Edgar's chest, dragging a long water mark on the ground.
Duke covered the wrist that was crushed by John and followed behind with a pale face.
His invisibility ability could no longer be maintained due to severe pain and physical exhaustion, so he could only grit his teeth and walk in silence.
The Vought hall, which originally had security patrols 24 hours a day and was bustling with people, was now empty.
The receptionist at the front desk had already left, and the security personnel had also withdrawn.
There was too much noise over there at Pentagon. The top executives at Vought International were either caught or running for their lives like mice. The entire tower turned into a lifeless shell in less than an hour.
Marge walked to the large sofa in the center of the hall and carefully placed Edgar's body down.
She stretched out her hand, straightened Edgar's muddy collar, and gently closed his unblinking eyes.
Her movements were very light, as if she were taking care of a sleeping family member.
After doing all this, Marge stood up and turned to look at Duke next to him.
"You stay here and guard the boss."
Marge's voice was very soft, and no emotion could be heard. "No matter who comes in, don't make a sound and hide yourself."
Duke was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat, but he still nodded vigorously.
In this nightmare night, Marge is the only big sister in the hearts of the remaining children New Vanguard Camp.
Duke will not have any doubts about her words.
Marge walked to the elevator deep in the hall alone.
The elevator door slid open to both sides silently, Marge walked in and pressed the button leading to the deepest part of the underground.
As the elevator descends, the sound of wind, rain and thunder on the ground is completely isolated.
The underground laboratory area is completely different from the empty tower above.
The lights here are pale and bright, and the thermostatic system makes a low hum.
In the sterile glass rooms on both sides of the corridor, dozens of scientific researchers in white coats are busy in front of microscopes and centrifuges.
These people have been locked up hundreds of meters underground all year round, and have to eat, drink, and relieve themselves in the laboratory.
Their only mission is to concentrate on research, but they know nothing about the news that Vought Empire has collapsed on the ground and the super soldiers have been wiped out.
Marge walked through the corridor expressionlessly.
Several researchers passing by saw her blood-stained clothes and were stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered their heads and continued walking.
In their eyes, Marge is the shadow next to the president, appearing covered in blood, but it is just another shady cleaning task carried out above, which is not what they, the scientific researchers, should ask about.
Marge traveled smoothly and stopped in front of the heavy airtight door at the end of the corridor.
This is the core laboratory of Vought Tower.
A few months ago, this place was no different from other laboratories. They were working day and night to develop the normal version and the military version of Compound V.
But since Stormfront was beaten to a disability by John on the rooftop of Manhattan, and finally died in front of Edgar, the top priority here has changed.
Edgar transported Stormfront's body here.
In the past few months, this laboratory has stopped all other projects and only does one thing:
From the corpse of Stormfront, reverse engineer Original Compound V.
The airtight door verified Marge's iris, made a deflating sound, and slowly opened.
On the operating table in the center of the laboratory, there is a silver thermostatic password box.
A chief scientist with thinning hair was holding a data report and staring at the box with a fervent face.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the scientist turned his head and saw that it was Marge. He immediately came forward excitedly.
"Miss Marge! You came just in time. Please inform Mr. President immediately. We succeeded!"
The scientist was dancing with excitement, pointing to the silver box,
"After three months, we finally removed all the impurities and perfectly peeled off the most original gene chain! Original Compound V, the extraction is complete!"
Marge walked to the console and looked down at the box.
"Open."
She uttered two words coldly.
The scientist did not dare to neglect and quickly entered the password.
The lid of the box popped open, and a cold white mist rose up.
In the center of the shock-proof sponge lies a small glass test tube.
The test tube was not filled with the clear blue liquid of ordinary Compound V, but a dark red potion that was extremely deep and as viscous as flowing blood.
Just looking at it, you can feel a power that makes your heart beat faster.
"Only this one?" Marge asked.
"Only this one."
The scientist wiped away the sweat of excitement,
"The cell activity of Stormfront has been completely exhausted. This medicine is truly unique. Its power is absolutely beyond imagination. However, Mr. President has explained before that the side effects of this medicine are still unknown. Clinical experiments on animals and discarded samples need to be conducted first..."
The scientist hasn't finished speaking yet.
Marge reached out directly, took out the dark red test tube from the freezing tank, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his tattered coat.
"Thank you for your hard work, keep working."
Marge didn't take a second look at the scientist, turned around and walked out.
The scientist froze on the spot and opened his mouth, but looking at Marge's straight back, keeping away from strangers, he finally wisely swallowed his words.
Ten minutes later.
The elevator made a crisp reminder sound in the lobby on the first floor.
Marge stepped out of the elevator, and the air in the lobby was colder than before.
Duke is still squatting next to the body of Edgar like a dutiful sentinel.
Seeing Marge coming out, he endured the severe pain in his wrist and stood up.
"Marge, found it?"
Duke looked at her and asked softly.
Marge stopped.
Through the fabric of her coat, she felt the temperature transmitted by the cold test tube attached to her chest.
That is the most terrifying legacy of Vought International in the past hundred years, and it is a magical medicine that can make anyone crazy.
Marge looked at the boy in front of her who was shaking in pain, but still obeyed her words.
She slowly shook her head.
"No."
Marge's tone was calm, "The laboratory is empty, nothing is left."
Duke After listening, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask even half a word.
For him, Edgar is dead, and Marge's words are the truth.
Since Marge says no, then it means no.
"Let's go."
Marge stepped forward, bent down, and carried Edgar's heavy body on his thin shoulders again.
Duke followed her silently.
Two little silhouettes walked into the overwhelming rainstorm outside.
No one knows where they went with the bodies.
Heavy rain washed down the streets, quickly washing away the blood stains they left behind.