Marge stood on the steps, squinting his eyes in discomfort.
The sunshine in the afternoon is so good that it makes people's eyes sore.
There was no interrogation, no torture, not even a superfluous cross-examination.
The sergeant just waved his hand expressionlessly and told her she could go.
Marge Go down the steps and walk along the street.
An advertisement for Homelander holding shampoo is playing on the big screen on the street corner.
The wanted notice with black letters on a red background that was still being broadcast 24 hours a day yesterday, together with the photos of her and Duke, disappeared overnight.
The passing patrolman was holding a cup of coffee, his eyes just glanced at her casually, and he continued to chat and laugh with his companions.
Ten years of running away and ten years of being on tenterhooks are like a soap bubble in the sun that bursts with a pop.
She is finally free.
But Marge stopped at the intersection and looked at the traffic coming and going, but felt cold all over.
She didn't know where to go, and she had no place to return.
There is a convenience store across the street.
Marge pushed the door open and walked in. The welcome bell on the door rang loudly.
She walked through two rows of shelves, walked to the innermost refrigerator, opened the glass door, and took out a bottle of mineral water.
Just as the cabinet door was about to close, her hand paused.
He stretched his fingers back and took out a second bottle of water.
She walked to the cashier with two bottles of water and placed them on the counter.
The cashier took a QR code scanner and scanned the first bottle, and was about to get the second bottle.
Marge stared blankly at the two bottles of mineral water on the counter.
The shocking pool of flesh and blood in the restaurant flashed through my mind, as well as the appearance of Duke before his death.
The boy who always had the habit of following her invisible and asking her to hand him a drink of water was no longer there.
"Sorry."
Marge's voice is a little hoarse.
She stretched out her hand, took back one of the bottles of water, and put it back on the shelf next to it, "One bottle is enough."
I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of cold water. The cold liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, but I couldn't suppress the empty feeling in my heart.
Marge opened the door and walked out of the convenience store.
"I thought you would find a place where no one was around to hide and cry, sister Marge."
A smiling female voice came from the side.
Marge stopped.
Neuman was wearing a khaki windbreaker, leaning against the corner of the convenience store's exterior wall, looking her up and down.
Speaking of which, Neuman was quite generous and even let Melmouth follow her.
Marge Tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle and just looked at them coldly.
"You are really capable of doing this."
Neuman stood up straight and took two steps closer.
"It was all on the news. I originally thought that you two have a deep love for each other, but I didn't expect that you were all just pretending. In order to survive, you actually blew up Duke as a certificate of surrender for Homelander."
Neuman sighed and pretended to shake his head.
"Our eldest sister is still as cruel and ruthless as ever after all these years. No wonder she became Mr. Edgar's most capable assistant back then. But to be honest, I really feel a little heartbroken over the death of Duke."
The smile on Neuman's face became even brighter.
Just one day ago, she and Mesmer thought that Marge was a fool who was willing to sacrifice everything for his younger brother, and the plan to win over him had completely failed.
But now, the situation is completely different.
Duke died, Marge was released, and is now wandering the streets like a wandering ghost.
This proves that although Homelander accepted her certificate of nomination, he did not take a fancy to her at all and just threw her on the street like garbage.
In the eyes of Neuman, the current Marge is a villain who is willing to sacrifice everything for power and survival, but has no way out.
This is the perfect time to win her over.
Faced with Neuman's self-righteousness, Marge still remained silent.
It hurts, so there is no need to peel it off and show it to unrelated people.
"Okay, don't hold on."
Seeing that Marge was silent, Neuman lowered his voice and showed a mysterious expression.
"Let me tell you a secret. Join us. Homelander actually did not inject that Original Compound V at all. He gave the medicine to someone else!"
Neuman stared at Marge's face, waiting to see her look of shock and disbelief.
As a result, Marge still looked as normal... Is this any surprise?
Neuman was stunned for half a second, thinking that Marge was mentally numb due to the tragic death of Duke, and continued to throw out his chips.
"Think about it, Vanguard Camp was disbanded many years ago, and there is no news of any of those core members, and no one has been found. Now the forces under Homelander, that is, the ordinary Supe that Vought International uses to make money, are all low-end combat forces."
Neuman clasped his fingers, his eyes wild, "Their high-end combat power is only three in total: Homelander, Black Noir, and the unknown Supe who was newly injected with First-Generation Potion."
She leaned closer to Marge and spoke confidently.
"And here, we not only have a secret trump card, our Doctor is also a Supe injected with Original Compound V! There is no such disparity in strength at all."
Marge stared at Neuman's eyes for a while and finally spoke.
"What is the purpose of your organization?"
Neuman As soon as he heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
In her understanding, when Marge asked such a question, it meant that her heart was moved.
"It's very simple."
Neuman raised his chin, "Establish a new order in which the elite Supe will rule the world."
Marge Looking at her smug look, she suddenly felt a little funny.
"I know a place where you can achieve your goals too."
"Where?" Neuman raised his eyebrows.
Marge did not answer, but continued to ask.
"Do you think you are an elite Supe?"
Neuman was asked and pondered for a moment, then smiled naturally:
"Who can survive that New Vanguard Camp hell, who is not an elite?"
Marge nodded and threw the mineral water bottle into the trash can on the roadside.
"Since you are an elite."
Marge dusted off his hands:
"Then why don't you apply for Vought International?"
"Yes."
Memmes looked thoughtful, obviously he was thinking seriously.
Neuman interrupted his thinking with a slap.
This idiot!
"Because Vought this building is about to collapse. This is not alarmist, nor is it our blind confidence."
Neuman said seriously, "This is a fact. In a few years, Supe will disappear completely along with Vought."
Marge raised her eyes, and she had to admit that Neuman was very good at breaking chapters.
(End of chapter)
[Reminder]
"From ten years ago to today, the number of Supe of All-America has fallen into negative growth. There are fewer and fewer new Supe, far fewer than the dead Supe."
"Doctor suspected, Homelander stopped the production of Compound V."
"For some reason, he wants to eliminate all Supe at their source."
"So we can't sit still and wait for death. We must eliminate Homelander, the traitor of Supe."