Godolkin University Underground.
Godolkin walked through the empty corridor alone and stopped in front of a metal wall.
He stretched out his finger and pressed a series of passwords on the panel.
Accompanied by a slight mechanical clenching sound, the thick metal walls moved to both sides, revealing a small and secret room Hidden Room.
In the center of the room, there is a huge transparent Cultivation Pod.
The light blue nutrient solution flows slowly inside the chamber.
The water bubbles gurgling upwards, and a slender figure floats quietly in the middle of the liquid, with intricate hoses inserted into his body.
Godolkin walked up to Cultivation Pod, raised his head, and greedily scanned the outline of the figure.
At this moment, his face was covered with an unconcealable enthusiastic smile.
He even reached out his hand and gently touched the figure's cheek through the cold bulletproof glass.
"Finally it's your turn, kid."
Godolkin lowered his voice, with a kind of morbid obsession in his tone, "My most perfect masterpiece, my lifelong pursuit, will soon be realized."
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.
Godolkin took back his hand, adjusted the expression on his face, and pressed the answer button.
The voice of Neuman came from the other end of the phone.
"Boss, we're ready."
Neuman spoke very quickly, "We have already edited that video, and the troll team is all in place. As long as you give the order, we can push the black material to the All-America hot search at any time."
"Very good."
Godolkin looked at Cultivation Pod in front of him, "Waiting for my news."
He hung up the phone and threw the phone on the metal table aside.
Then, he walked to the console and took a photo of the red pressure release button without hesitation.
Tsk--
A stream of thick white cold air spurted out from the top of Cultivation Pod.
The light blue liquid began to drain away and fall rapidly, and the thick glass hatch slowly opened outwards with a dull sound.
Above the ground, Godolkin University is a spacious green playground.
The afternoon sun is bright and dazzling.
Hundreds of Supe students wearing uniforms sat neatly on Lawn.
Principal Doug was wearing a crisp suit and stood on the high podium.
He stretched out his hand to hold the microphone, looked at the young faces in the audience, and cleared his throat.
"Children."
Doug's voice spread throughout the playground through the speakers,
"Look around you. Although the number of people sitting here is much smaller than back then, I can responsibly tell you that those who remain are the real elites!"
He took a few steps on the stage and waved his arms to encourage morale.
"No matter what the public opinion outside says, no matter what situation Vought is facing now, you must remember that your talents are the country's most precious wealth. I believe it won't be long before you graduate and join Vought International to contribute to the country and create your own glory!"
The speech was so impassioned that the students in the audience gave him a round of applause.
Doug paused for a moment, with a friendly smile on his face.
"Next, let's announce some good news."
He pressed his hands on the edge of the podium and raised the volume, "In three days, it will be the day when our Godolkin University welcomes new students, and at the same time, it will also be the traditional Homecoming!"
"This year's Homecoming, the school has deliberately relaxed the regulations. Everyone can bring their families to the school and enjoy this grand festival together."
Doug looked at the gradually brightening eyes in the audience and threw out the last and biggest surprise.
"Not only that, the school also spent a lot of money to invite Superheroess from Vought International to come to the school on the day of Homecoming and interact with everyone up close!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole playground was in an uproar.
The young Supes who were imprisoned in the school burst into deafening cheers and screams.
Under the sun, the young faces were full of excitement and anticipation.
Principal Doug looked down at the students in the audience with a smile, and his smile became even stronger.
An international flight to Brazil at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Lynn lowered the backrest, pulled down the sun visor, and was taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Oh no, his current name is Lin Chen, and his background is that of a rich second-generation Chinese who is too busy running around the world.
It's a bit embarrassing to say that he originally didn't want to fake his identity, but Black Noir told him that when the customs scan your passport after landing, and see that you are an executive of Vought, even an ordinary person will have to be repatriated immediately.
Lynn then asked Legend to get him a false identity.
This Brazil trip is not just a tour, Lynn has already set its goal.
He used Vought's highest authority to go through the list of people around the world who had participated in Vought's human trafficking.
When Edgar came to power, in order to maintain the network of interests, these overseas powerful people were given a lot of room for privacy.
Many transactions in the ledger do not record the real names, nor do they delve into the specific power and position of the other party. When checked, it looks like a mess.
But John's decisive move to cut off the confession solved this mess.
When such a huge chain of medicines and interests is cut off, whoever jumps the highest, whoever jumps in haste, and whoever scolds Vought the most internationally is the culprit.
Even if he is not the culprit, he is definitely inseparable from this industrial chain.
Follow the clues, simple and crude.
Lynn flew to Brazil this time, and the target has been locked on a senior executive of the Amazon Shaman Alliance.
Even if there is a risk of mistaken identity, Lynn is not worried.
There is a "boundary", and any strong mouth can be pried open without hurting innocent people.
The cabin was fairly quiet and you could clearly hear other people talking.
Across the aisle, from diagonally behind, could be heard the uncontrollable excited chatter of several young men and women.
"After getting off the plane, I first went to the hotel to put my luggage, and then went directly to the venue to queue up. When I arrived late, I couldn't even grab the supporting merchandise from the outside!"
"I'm so excited. I heard that even Governor from Brazil might go to watch it live."
"That's necessary, that's the new generation Rap Emperor! I even took half a month's annual leave, and came all the way Accio Brazil."
The young people chatted more and more enthusiastically, their voices full of admiration.
Lynn closed his eyes, listening to the energetic discussions, and changed to a more comfortable position and leaned on the back of the chair.