The smell of blood in the underground conference room was so strong that it made you sick.
The headless corpse fell on the keyboard, and blood dripped along the edge of the table and onto the carpet.
The remaining six Vought executives were kneeling on the ground, shaking like chaff and not even daring to breathe.
"The passages... are all open to you."
A supervisor shivered and pushed a laptop to the edge of the table, with a cry in his voice, "All overseas accounts, offshore trusts, and control keys of laboratories in various places are all here. We obey, absolutely obey..."
John leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the long string of Astronomy numbers jumping on the screen, without any fluctuation on his face.
"It would have been better if we had done this earlier."
He stood up and prepared to pick up the hard drive on the table.
At this moment, a frightened regional manager in the corner had a complete mental breakdown.
He looked at the brains and minced meat on the floor, shrank back, and murmured incoherently:
"Monster... you emotionless monster! Madelyn is dead, Edgar is dead, and Long Island's nanny is also dead. No one can control you anymore... We will all be killed by you..."
Originally he was just talking nonsense out of extreme fear.
But the words "That Long Island's nanny is also dead" seemed extremely harsh in this dead silence of Basement.
John's hand reaching for the hard drive stopped in mid-air.
He slowly turned his head, Azure's eyes locked on the face of the person in charge.
The face that was originally as calm as water was covered with a layer of frost that made one's soul tremble within a tenth of a second.
"What did you call him just now?"
John's voice is very soft.
The person in charge realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he covered his mouth in horror and shook his head desperately.
Zhi--!
Two red laser beams instantly pierced the person in charge's knee.
Accompanied by shrill screams, the person in charge fell heavily to the ground.
But this was just the beginning, John did not directly blow his head.
Heat Vision cut upwards bit by bit along his thighs, lower abdomen, and chest at a slow speed.
Fat and internal organs are burned violently at temperatures of thousands of degrees.
The person in charge writhed and wailed crazily in extreme pain, and struggled for more than ten seconds. It was not until the laser completely burned through his throat that the wailing stopped abruptly and turned into a charred body still emitting black smoke.
The remaining five executives covered their mouths tightly and knocked their heads on the carpet. Their tears and snot were mixed together, and they didn't even dare to look at them.
"His name is Lynn."
John put away Heat Vision and looked down at the charred mass on the ground, "You bunch of rubbish are not even qualified to mention his name."
After taking away the hard drive on the table, John didn't take another look at the living cash machines. His body turned into an afterimage, directly broke through the explosion-proof door of Basement, and disappeared into the heavy rain.
Manhattan, Vought Tower.
There was a thunderstorm outside.
The revolving glass door in the lobby on the first floor was shattered to the ground.
The air flow slammed into the center of the hall, and John landed with his feet, crushing the glass shards on the ground.
The whole building was as quiet as a huge tomb.
John sniffed.
In the smell of moist water vapor and dust that filled the air, his Super Smell accurately captured a faint but very familiar smell of blood.
It's the blood of Edgar.
John narrowed his eyes slightly.
He lowered his head and looked in the direction of the smell.
On the smooth marble floor, there is a drag water mark that has been washed away by rain, but the outline can still be seen.
Next to the water marks, there are two small series of muddy footprints.
A series of footprints were very heavy, obviously they were carrying something heavy;
The steps of the other set of footprints were a little staggering and frivolous.
"Marge, and that invisible kid."
What are they doing here?
Collect the corpse for Edgar?
John did not hesitate, following the water stains and footprints on the ground that were about to dry up, and walked all the way to the elevator deep in the hall.
The footprints disappeared at the elevator entrance, and the elevator floor showed that it stopped at the experimental area deepest underground.
John didn't even have the patience to press the password. He grabbed the closed alloy door of the elevator with both hands and violently tore it open to both sides.
With the harsh sound of metal breaking, the elevator door was forcibly pulled open.
He jumped up and jumped directly down the deep elevator shaft.
Boom!
John's feet hit the end of the underground laboratory corridor hard, and a big hole was made in the cement floor.
In the sterile rooms on both sides of the corridor, the scientific researchers who were still busy were frightened by the sudden loud noise and screamed repeatedly.
John Followed the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air and walked straight to the airtight door at the deepest part of the corridor.
He raised his foot and kicked it hard and hard, causing the heavy air-tight door to dent inward and fly out, knocking over a row of centrifuges inside.
The laboratory was in a mess.
The scientist with thinning hair was hiding under the console and shivering.
John walked over, grabbed the scientist's white coat, and lifted him into the air like a chicken.
"Marge What are you doing here?"
John's voice had no ups and downs, "Say one wrong word and I will burn your eyes out."
The scientist yelled incoherently, "She took the box!"
"What?" John frowned.
"Original Compound V!"
In order to survive, the scientist poured out all the secrets like beans, "Mr. President asked us to reverse engineer the first tube of the original potion made by Fred Rick and Vought from Stormfront's body!"
John's movements suddenly paused.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
Compound V can turn ordinary people into invulnerable gods.
It can make Muggle qualified to become Wizards.
What if it is the purest and original First-Generation Compound V?
Can it violate the law of death?
Can it revive a heart that has stopped beating?
Can you resurrect Lynn?!
This crazy conjecture was like a spark falling into dry wood, instantly setting off a huge fire in John's mind.
His eyes, which were originally as silent as water, suddenly burst out with an extremely fanatical light.
Lynn is saved!
As long as you get that potion, Lynn can come back!
However, this enthusiasm only lasted for less than a second, and John's face instantly became so gloomy that it seemed like it could drip water.
The potion was taken away by Marge.
"How long has she been gone?!"
John pulled the scientist in front of his eyes, the red light looming in his eyes.
"It's been... about half an hour!"
The scientist cried and replied, "They took the elevator up. I really don't know where they went!"
Bang!
John threw the scientist to the ground, turned around and rushed out of the laboratory.
He flew down the elevator shaft back to the lobby on the first floor like crazy, and rushed out to the street.
The strong wind brought heavy rain and beat down the whole face.
The entire Manhattan streets were full of water, and the rain washed away everything.
John closed his eyes and magnified Super Hearing and Super Smell to the limit.
The sounds of countless raindrops, distant police sirens, and sewer water flowed crazily into his brain.
However, under the cover of the heavy rain and mixed city smells, the smell of Edgar's blood, Marge and Duke had been completely wiped out on the streets outside the tower.
Duke has the ability to be invisible. If they hide deliberately, in such a big city and on such a rainy day, it is impossible to leave any traces.
What's more, half an hour is enough time for them to leave New York by any means of transportation, or even escape from United States.
The world is so big, how can he find it even if he searches endlessly?
Lynn's body can't wait that long!
John stood in the heavy rain, clenching his fists tightly.
"Damn... damn!"
But he was not carried away by rage.
Think about what Lynn would do.
Since no one can be found.
Then let hundreds of millions of eyes, all radars, and all cameras in the world come together to find it!
John suddenly raised his head and looked at the military helicopters flying in the direction of Pentagon in the rain curtain.
Vought International has become his treasure.
But what he needs now is not just a business empire, he needs absolute execution power and a global search network.
And there is only one thing in this world that has this ability.
state apparatus.