New York Suburban, Godolkin University.
Several young students walked past Lawn talking and laughing, creating a relaxed and peaceful Campus atmosphere.
Neuman was walking on the path with a gloomy face.
Half a step behind her, followed by the embarrassed Mesmer.
Mesmer's shirt had a big tear, and the fabric around his abdomen was stained dark brown by dried blood.
His whole body was hunched over, his head was sulking all the way, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
"When you get to Doctor later, you'd better straighten your tongue and be ready to explain."
Neuman didn't even turn his head, and spoke in a very low voice, "If I hadn't dragged you back from the roadside, you would be a stinking corpse now."
Mesmer still didn't say a word, just clutching the bloody corner of his clothes tightly with his fingers.
When passing by the central fountain, several passing junior students saw Neuman.
"Neuman Hello, senior sister."
A boy wearing glasses said hello with a red face.
Neuman The gloomy and cold look on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
She smiled, nodded gently to several students, and her movements were full of propriety and elegance.
It wasn't until she turned around the flower bed and walked up the steps of the main building that the smile on her face fell instantly, as if her mask had been lifted.
The two walked through the empty hall and skillfully turned into a file room at the end of the corridor with a sign indicating that no one should enter.
Neuman walked to the third row of bookshelves, reached out and pressed under the baffle.
With a slight mechanical clicking sound, the bookshelf moved to both sides, revealing an elevator that could only accommodate two people.
The elevator goes all the way down.
With a ding, the metal door slid open to both sides.
Different from the bright Campus above, the underground laboratory is filled with dazzling cold white light and a faint smell of disinfectant. It seems that every laboratory is like this.
In front of the operating table, a young man in a white coat was flipping through the physical examination report in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps, the man did not look back.
"Doctor."
Neuman put away his posture outside, lowered his head slightly, and said with obvious apology in his tone, "Sorry, we couldn't bring Marge back. Everything was going smoothly. It's all this idiot's fault."
She turned around suddenly and kicked Mesmer in the leg.
Mesmer was already weak, but this kick made him fall to his knees with a thud, lying on the smooth tiles in a helter-skelter state.
"He ruined everything."
Neuman pointed at the fat man on the ground and quickly recounted all the changes that had occurred on the way back.
The young man put down the report sheet in his hand and turned around slowly.
He looked coldly at Mesmer lying on the ground.
"Say it."
Doctor's voice was gentle, but there was an invisible sense of oppression, "What on earth did you see in Marge's memory."
Mesmer was lying on the ground, his whole body trembling with fat, but he bit his lips and remained silent.
Doctor sighed and took a step forward.
"Mesmer, you know my temper. If you really don't want to speak, I can directly control you, pry your head open, and go in and read your memory myself."
Doctor squatted down and looked at Mesmer's face covered in cold sweat, "But in that case, your body may always belong to me."
After hearing these words, Mesmer's last psychological defense was completely broken.
"I said! I said!"
He raised his head in panic, his voice trembling uncontrollably,
"I saw something hidden in her backpack, and I was fascinated by it... I wanted to keep it for myself."
Neuman frowned and sneered, "What can make you even risk your life?"
"The first generation..."
Mesmer swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, "It's Original Compound V."
As soon as these two words came out, the entire laboratory fell into dead silence.
Neuman's eyes widened suddenly, and he took half a step back with shock on his face.
She simply couldn't believe her ears.
Wasn't Original Compound V completely destroyed along with the formula decades ago?
Original Compound V still exists in this world!
After the shock, an uncontrollable panic instantly crawled across Neuman's back.
On their way back, they had already learned about what happened to Brooklyn through the news.
Duke died and Marge was arrested on the spot.
Neuman's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Homelander got First-Generation Potion..."
Her face turned pale, "If he injects that first-generation drug into his body, what kind of monster will he become? What else can we use to fight against him?!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned around suddenly and slapped Mesmer hard on the face.
The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the laboratory.
"You self-centered idiot! How much trouble have you caused us for your own selfish interests!"
Neuman was so angry that he was shaking all over, and he wished he could just use his power to crush this fat man's head.
"Okay."
Doctor raised his hand, interrupting Neuman's anger.
He slowly stood up and looked at the windowless wall of the laboratory with his deep eyes, as if his sight could penetrate the thick soil and directly see the distant New York night sky.
The expression on his face was a little confused, and he shook his head slightly.
"Don't panic, Homelander did not inject that First-Generation Potion."
Neuman was stunned, and the hand raised in the air stopped.
She looked at Doctor with a puzzled face.
"My perception network covers the entire America."
Doctor frowned, as if he had encountered something beyond his understanding, "Just now, there was an additional Supe fluctuation in my perception."
He turned his head and looked at Neuman and Mesmer on the ground.
"United States has one more Supe, and this Supe... is standing next to Homelander at the moment."
At this time, everyone was silent.
No one can understand why Homelander did not inject himself with Original Compound V, which has attracted countless people.
After a long silence, Doctor took a deep breath, and the smile on his lips became stronger, "Thankfully I was worried for a while, but now I can rest assured."
"That's good."
Neuman looked at the moody Doctor and asked weakly, "So, what is the ultimate weapon that can destroy Homelander?"
In fact, Neuman never thought that this sudden, so-called Doctor could kill Homelander.
Neuman even felt that he was painting a cake for himself, just like he was painting a cake for Marge at that time.
The boss draws cakes for his employees... just listen to it and enjoy it.
After she got acquainted with Doctor, she checked this man's information through various channels, but nothing happened.
So in her mind, the Doctor in front of her is just a powerful Supe that has not been recorded.
No matter how powerful you are, how can you be as powerful as Homelander, who is recognized as the strongest?
If he is stronger than Homelander, can he still live in Godolkin University?
Doctor seemed to have guessed what Neuman was thinking. He smiled and asked Neuman, "You have known me for so long, do you know my name?"
Melmus raised his head and pricked up his ears.
Neuman was stunned for a moment, "What is your name?"
"Thomas·Godolkin."