"In fact, no one outside except the people in Long Island Estate knows about your death. I have blocked all news."
John lowered his head and explained.
"I just... I just think that you will wake up one day. I don't want you to find that the world has completely changed when you wake up. I don't want you to feel that this is a strange place when you walk in the company and that you feel out of place."
He paused and continued to explain:
"So I found a Supe codenamed Puppet Man. His ability is to create lifelike bodies. In the past ten years, I will let your puppet come to the company every month, have a cup of coffee, and sign a few pieces of paper."
Lynn Listening to these words, I felt a little emotional. This guy is really attentive.
The two of them pushed open the office door side by side.
Ashley was waiting inside early.
Following John's previous instructions, she has piled all Vought International's core confidential documents in the past ten years into categories on the large desk.
Seeing the two people coming in, Ashley glanced at Lynn's face, and he was suddenly surprised: Why do you feel that Lynn Director has become younger?
She didn't have time to think too much. She bowed respectfully and quickly left, closing the door behind her.
Lynn was sitting on the leather chair, flipping through the financial statements and production records.
After watching for a while, his movements stopped.
Lynn looked at the dazzling straight lines on the report, raised his head and looked at John standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with some surprise:
"You stopped production of Compound V?"
John turned around, not surprised that Lynn could discover the clue so quickly.
He knew that Lynn would definitely support him, so he nodded simply. "That's right, stop."
With that said, John pulled out a black hard-shell folder and handed it directly to Lynn.
There is only a large white letter printed on the cover of the document, "P".
Seeing this code name, Lynn's brows jumped slightly.
When he first took the position of Director more than ten years ago, he once intercepted a piece of incomplete top-secret information on Vought International's intranet, codenamed P.
At that time, there was only one effective piece of information he obtained: The company would have an extremely large amount of dark account assets every year, which would continuously flow into an unknown island deep in Pacific Ocean.
I didn't have the opportunity or permission to study it in detail at that time, but I didn't expect that this complete document would be in front of me now.
Lynn Open the black hard shell cover.
The first page is an overhead topographic map of the island, with densely packed ports and underground facilities marked on it.
As the paper was turned back, Lynn's originally calm face gradually darkened.
His suspicion about the raw material of Compound V was confirmed, and it was now in front of him.
The raw materials for making Compound V are not just Wizards.
But the extraordinary power of all natural existences in the world, Wizards, Outsiders, Onmyōji... etc.
The document states that all extraordinary powers in the world, whether they rely on magic passed down through blood or Qi through cultivation, are essentially of the same origin and originate from a substance that has not yet been uniformly named.
The experimenters extracted all this substance from the human body and used it as the pre-raw material for making Compound V, and transported it from this Pacific Ocean island to the United States native Vought Pharmaceutical Plant.
Pharmaceutical Plant catalyzed this substance and eventually became Compound V on the market.
In order to maintain the huge production capacity of Compound V, in the past few decades, thousands of Supe who have disappeared or been declared dead due to various accidents around the world have all been secretly transported to this island.
Lynn looked at the black and white photos attached to the end of the file.
In the photo, there are dozens of huge cylindrical glass containers, filled with human beings of various skin colors, and their bodies are covered with tubes for extracting liquids.
After a long silence, Lynn raised his head and stared at the tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.
"You did the right thing."
These four simple words made John's originally tense shoulders instantly relax.
He turned around and looked at Lynn, grinning.
Lynn stood up, walked to the water dispenser next to him, and got a glass of warm water for John, and then another for himself.
"However, this one-size-fits-all approach will have a lot of ripple effects, right?"
Lynn held the water glass and asked casually.
Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, not to mention cutting off the most powerful people in the world.
Who would have thought that North American Wizarding World, whom countless people admired, Old Minister, could collude with Vought, and as for other powerful people...
In the past ten years, one can imagine the pressure John has faced.
Hearing this, John restrained his meekness and fell into memories.
"That's right."
"Compound V stopped production, which means that only one less potion will be used in the world. Naturally, such consumables can no longer be sold around the world. Therefore, I directly asked Vought to announce to the outside world that it would stop all overseas potion supply and stop cooperation. All overseas branches were evacuated overnight and all returned to United States's homeland."
He paused for a moment, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"You didn't see the faces of those people at that time. Those scum from various countries who cooperated enthusiastically with Vought sent people to the Vought headquarters to see me."
"What they are afraid of is not the impact of cutting off supply on the country. They are afraid that Vought will reveal all the dirty things they have done when they cooperated with them in the past few decades. Of course they are afraid of ghosts knocking on the door after doing bad things. In order to clean themselves up, they decided to strike first."
John Looking back on those days, I couldn't help but shake my head.
"That's less than a week. The overwhelming news is all about Vought's scandal. Some are real, and some are fake ones made up by them. The mistakes that Supe, a subsidiary of Vought, made overseas, even eating the Overlord meal, were all magnified infinitely and burst out at the same time."
That was a global public opinion campaign against the Vought Empire.
"People all over the world are boycotting us. Almost on the same day, all overseas countries jointly issued a statement to expel all Supe under the name Vought."
John said calmly.
"Vought is stinky all over the world. Whether it is the movies we produce, peripherals, or superstars, as long as the word Vought is attached to it, it will be boycotted by the whole people in places other than United States."
Vought Empire, who once reached out to every corner of the world, was abruptly cut off from all overseas tentacles, and completely turned into an isolated island belonging only to North America.
Lynn closed the document and pushed it to the corner of the table.
Now Vought International is completely cleansed.
There are no more shady underground bloody transactions, no more activities to capture Supe all over the world.
The current Vought Empire is as clean as any regular multinational company on the streets of Manhattan... well, it can't cross borders.
Lynn raised his eyes and looked at John standing opposite.
The blond young man was lowering his head and playing with a pot of green plants on his desk, and his slender fingers were gently fiddling with the wide leaves.
His back was to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the warm sunshine outside created a bright outline on his broad shoulders.
"Very good."
John took back his hand, pulled two paper towels and wiped the water stains on his fingertips, turned to look at Lynn, with a relaxed smile on his face,
"Although all overseas markets have been lost, Vought can't starve to death just by relying on North America's basic base. Besides, I'll be happy to be free from having to deal with those politicians who are full of bad intentions."
He said it calmly.
He even shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
But Lynn looked into his eyes, how could he not see the unwillingness hidden in this boy's heart.
A hero who truly saved countless lives was isolated from the whole world because of greedy politicians and powerful people, and was reviled and boycotted by the uninformed global public.
This is so unfair.
Lynn just looked at John quietly.
Perhaps this gaze was too profound, and the smile on John's face gradually became unsustainable.
He subconsciously shifted his gaze and looked at the high blue sky outside the window, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.
"It doesn't really matter."
He turned his head, met Lynn's gaze again, and put on a big smile.
"Look, at least I am still the hero of All-America country. As long as I fly out, there will still be countless people cheering for me on the street."
"Besides, I still have you."
"As long as Long Island's family is still there, as long as you are still here, and you are still here, I will be very satisfied. I don't care what the whole world thinks of me."
Lynn looked at this big boy, who originally thought about retiring and lying down, but suddenly he knew what he should do.
When a child has been wronged, parents naturally want to seek justice for him.
A gentleman does not care about his deeds.
Regardless of the purpose behind John's actions, and regardless of what John thinks in his heart, what he has done over the years is worthy of the word "justice."
A just person should not be treated like this.