Godolkin University.
Thomas·Godolkin held Marge's right hand tightly with both hands, with a smile on his face.
"Welcome to join, Marge."
Marge looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly and took his hand out of his palm.
Godolkin is not angry at all.
He sat down slowly and glanced at the three people in the room.
"Since everyone is here, let's talk about the preliminary plan."
Godolkin Follow the path of good guidance,
"Our ultimate goal is to build a new world ruled by the elite Supe. Under this premise, Homelander must die. But the problem is, if he is killed by us in his current state of All-America hero, we will immediately become a heinous villain."
He leaned back in his chair and continued:
"What's more, we have to completely take over Vought International and resume the production of Compound V. Now the whole world is boycotting Vought. If our reputation is also bad, even if we kill Homelander and take over Vought, what we will take over will be just an empty shell that is boycotted by everyone and has no value."
Mesmer nodded repeatedly.
"So, our first step is to make him look bad."
Godolkin's eyes gradually became sharp, "Let him be infamous and pull him off the altar with your own hands."
The laboratory was quiet for a few seconds.
Marge folded his hands on his chest, looked coldly at Godolkin sitting on the chair, and raised his doubts.
"Let's not talk about whether our grassroots team can kill Homelander."
Marge's tone was a bit mocking, "Homelander, is there any dirty information?"
She has been on the run for the past ten years, but she is also very aware of Homelander's reputation among North America.
He was a perfect hero who even saved cats and dogs by himself, and could hardly find any flaws in his behavior.
Godolkin laughed after hearing this.
"Dirty information? If you want to find it, everyone will have it."
Godolkin stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the armrest of the seat, "Besides, the biggest black factor about him is that he is a Supe."
He looked at Marge and slowed down his speech:
"No matter how friendly and harmonious Supe and ordinary people get along on the surface now, the deep-rooted estrangement and worries in the hearts of ordinary people will never disappear. People who are not my race must have different minds."
"The reason why there is no outbreak now is that the conflict has not been intensified."
Godolkin stood up and walked to a whiteboard.
"Added fuel and jealousy, true and false, false and false, avoiding the important and focusing on the less important. Marge, you have been around Edgar for so long, how could you not know these public relations methods to incite public opinion?"
Marge pursed his lips and remained silent without speaking.
"What's more, things are different now than they were ten years ago."
Godolkin turned around and opened his arms,
"Now that we have entered the Internet age, the speed of information dissemination is too fast, and it is even easier to incite public opinion. There are always a group of netizens on the Internet who feel that everyone else is drunk and are sober, and like to be unconventional. Even if there is only one such smart lunatic among a hundred people, there are still one million out of 100 million netizens."
He walked up to Marge and looked directly into those lifeless eyes.
"Once this power is ignited, it is a fire that can destroy everything."
Godolkin showed a confident smile:
"Now that the direction has been set, our team still needs a pair of hidden eyes."
Godolkin said to everyone, "We need a top hacker to collect intelligence, preferably one who can bypass Vought's network firewall without anyone noticing."
Neuman thought for a moment and then spoke.
"I know someone who fits the bill exactly."
Neuman said in a firm tone, "He used to be a gangster, his name is Frenchie. This man is an all-rounder. It can be said that he does everything except serious business."
"Gangster?"
Godolkin frowned slightly, "Aren't they just a bunch of useless people wallowing in the mud? What use can they have?"
"Don't underestimate him."
Neuman explained, "Frenchie's talent is very high, and more importantly, he is an addict. As long as he is addicted to that stuff, people will have weaknesses, and if they have weaknesses, they will be more easily controlled by us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Neuman suddenly realized something.
She glanced at Godolkin with some embarrassment, then quickly changed her words and added:
"Of course, now that you are here, we don't seem to need to use those dirty tricks to control others."
"I'm not interested in controlling the brain of a poisonous insect."
Godolkin said with disgust on his face, "This kind of person will only dirty my hands. Since he is the person you recommended, you should deal with him yourself."
New York, Brooklyn area.
There is a lounge chair on the rooftop of an apartment building.
Frenchie is lying on it comfortably, sunbathing with his eyes closed.
He was wearing a clean white linen shirt, with the top two buttons casually unbuttoned, revealing healthy, slightly tanned skin.
There was no needle or tinfoil on the small square table next to it, just a glass of iced lemonade.
At this time.
There were a few more footsteps on the rooftop.
Frenchie slowly opened his eyes.
He saw Neuman standing a few steps away, and Marge and Mesmer following behind.
"A rare visitor."
Frenchie picked up the glass of lemonade with a bright smile on his lips, "You have brought so many new faces with you. It seems that you have made a lot of new friends over the years."
Neuman looked at the red-faced man in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"You look good."
Neuman looked him up and down and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so different from before. I almost don't recognize you."
"Yeah."
Frenchie took a sip of lemonade and squinted his eyes happily, "Since I completely quit that pile of garbage, I found that even Brooklyn's sunshine has become a lot brighter."
He put down the water glass, put his hands behind his head, and looked at Neuman.
"Let's talk, busy man. We haven't seen each other for almost five years. I came here specifically to care about my health."
Neuman didn't mince words, he just took the first two steps.
"Since you are so direct, then I will also say so."
Neuman looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I hope you will join our organization and we will overthrow Vought."
She originally thought that Frenchie would immediately become interested when she heard this goal.
As a result, the smile on Frenchie's face didn't even change.
"Not interested." He said three words clearly and neatly.
Neuman was stunned.
"Why?"
She frowned in confusion, her tone raised a bit,
"Have you forgotten? How much you hated Vought at the beginning, how many innocent people they killed for profit, didn't you always want to bury them completely?"
Frenchie looked at Neuman, smiled and shook his head.
"Things are different now, Neuman."
Frenchie sat up straight, with a bit of emotion in his tone,
"I did feel disgusted with Vought at the beginning, but what I felt disgusted with was Vought, who was ruled by Edgar and treated human life as nothing."
He looked at the quiet and peaceful streets outside the rooftop.
"After Legend took over, Homelander almost wiped out all the gangs and underground societies in America."
Frenchie pointed at his chest, "Including the gang I was a member of back then. He fell from the sky and Heat Vision burned my boss to ashes."
"He wanted to kill all of us present. I was lucky, so I hid in the sewers and luckily managed to save my life."
Neuman was even more confused after hearing this. "He almost killed you, and you still don't hate him?"
"Why should I hate him?"
Frenchie asked back, with clear eyes, "I know what we were doing were some shady things. We are all heinous people and we deserve to be killed."
He stood up, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and looked down.
Several half-year-old children were carrying schoolbags and chasing each other on the street.
"On the contrary, I am very grateful to him."
"It was he who pulled me back from the quagmire of darkness and the control of drug addiction."
Frenchie turned around, faced Neuman again, and spread his hands.
"Look at me now. I quit drugs, found a serious repair job, saved some clean money, and took in a few kids."
Frenchie picked up the lemonade and raised the glass to Neuman.
"Everything is getting better and better. I am already a normal person and I no longer want to get involved in your grandiose plans of killing and killing people."