Basement.
Neuman The phone in his pocket vibrated.
Taking it out and looking at the name on the screen, Neuman stopped smiling.
She didn't say hello to the people in the room, turned around and walked up the wooden stairs, opened the door and walked outside.
Marge leaned against the wall and quietly put down the water glass in his hand.
She didn't make any footsteps, like a silent cat, she followed close to the dark wall and stood in the shadow behind the door, holding her breath.
Neuman walked to a deserted alley and pressed the answer button.
"Doctor." Neuman's voice was very low.
Godolkin's laughter came from the other end of the phone.
"I just got the news that at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, Homelander will hold a press conference at Vought Tower."
Neuman heard this and his pupils shrank.
"Things turned out just as Doctor expected."
A smile appeared on the corner of Neuman's mouth, "Since Vought is ready to accept the move, let's go back now."
"Neuman, tomorrow is a big day."
Godolkin's voice became muffled in the receiver, "Whether you reach the sky in one step or die without a whole body, it depends on tomorrow. Are you ready?"
"Of course, Doctor."
Neuman's eyes flashed with excitement, "When you and I first met, and you told me your plan, I was always prepared for this day to come."
"Very good. Remember, don't leave any clues before returning to college."
"Don't worry."
Neuman crushed a dead leaf on the ground with the toe of his shoe, "Butcher's fiancée, when we brought Butcher to Chicago, that is, when the public opinion on the Internet was just fermenting, I had already hired a killer to go to the hospital to deal with it. There is no proof of her death."
She paused and then reported, "As for the videos and comments on the Internet, Mesmer and I were not personally involved in the whole process. All the financial flows and contact records have been passed through many times. No matter who comes to check, they will never be able to find us. But there is one thing..."
"What?"
"Something happened. The hacker Frenchie disappeared."
Neuman frowned, "I'm probably addicted to drugs and I don't know which street I went to to have fun."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then Godolkin hummed disdainfully.
"It's just a poisonous insect. Don't worry about him. He won't be needed in the next plan anyway."
Godolkin paused and his tone suddenly turned cold. "By the way, don't forget to deal with Butcher too."
"Of course, I'll make him disappear completely."
Neuman agreed with a smile.
She never noticed Marge hiding in the shadows.
Before Neuman hung up the phone, she turned around and Silencio returned Basement.
Butcher is sitting on the sofa in the corner, lowering his head and wiping Pistol.
Seeing Marge approaching, the movements of his hands stopped.
Butcher's back tensed instantly, his finger rested on the edge of the trigger, and his eyes were filled with vigilance.
Marge stopped two steps away and looked down at the man.
Butcher always thought that as long as he defeated Vought, he could go back to find his fiancée.
But he had no idea that the woman named Becca had long since turned into a cold corpse.
Marge sighed in his heart.
Butcher is a poor man.
If the news of Becca's death were told to him now, this mad dog would definitely lose his mind immediately, pull out his gun and rush to fight for Neuman, which would be no different from committing suicide.
Marge faced Butcher's wary gaze, leaned down slightly, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Run away."
Butcher frowned.
"I just heard Neuman calling outside."
Marge looked into Butcher's eyes and whispered, "She said that all potential threats must be dealt with now."
Butcher's pupils suddenly contracted.
Potential threat?
At this juncture, who else but him, an uncontrolled outsider, could be there?
What's even more terrible is that if Neuman really wants to clean up all hidden dangers, then Becca is still lying in the hospital...
A chill suddenly ran up Butcher's spine.
He didn't have time to verify the truth or falsehood, and he didn't have time to ask why Marge helped him.
He only knows that if he continues to stay here and wait, not only will he die, Becca will definitely not be able to survive.
"Thank you."
Butcher quickly stuffed the gun into his lower back, whispered a thank you in the direction of Marge, then bent down and walked towards the back door on the other side of Basement without hesitation.
His tall figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the dark passage.
On the sofa not far away, Mesmer was putting his hand into the packaging bag.
Hearing the movement at the back door, he raised his head and saw the back of Butcher leaving.
Mesmer The fat on his face shook.
He stared blankly for two seconds, then silently looked away, took out a large piece of potato chips from the bag, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
At this time, Neuman pushed open the wooden door of Basement and walked down the stairs.
She walked straight to the center of the room and cast her gaze to the corner.
The sofa is empty.
"Where are the Butcher people?"
Neuman turned around and glanced at Marge by the wall and Mesmer on the other side of the sofa.
"I don't know."
The two of them actually spoke in unison.
One is cold and calm, while the other is a bit unclear because the mouth is full of food.
Marge's hand holding the water glass paused slightly.
She turned her head and glanced at the fat man sitting over there with some surprise.
Mesmer didn't even raise his head.
His fat, oily hands were digging into the bag of potato chips, taking out a large piece of potato chips and stuffing them into his mouth, chewing them.
Marge looked away and sighed silently in his heart.
It's really a standard grass-roots team.
This idea has gone through Marge's mind many times.
Counting Frenchie and Butcher, these people together are simply a model of each having their own agenda, oh... and herself.
What is unexpected is that just a few people actually forced Vought into a desperate situation.
But she really didn't expect that Mesmer, a fat man who usually seemed to have no scheming and followed Neuman like a yes man every day, would actually pretend to be stupid.
But it seems reasonable.
A few days ago, for Original Compound V, this fat man turned against Neuman without hesitation and wanted to kill Neuman.
How could a person who randomly modifies other people's memories really be just a greedy idiot?
He is just used to hiding himself under that harmless mask.
Neuman looked at the two silent accomplices in front of him, his face turned cold.
Of course she didn't believe that the two living people didn't see how Butcher slipped away, but it was pointless to pursue a lost dog that had lost its use value now.
She snorted coldly from her nose, turned around and walked towards the stairs.
"Take your things and follow me. Now go back to Godolkin University."
Neuman's footsteps did not stop, and the sound echoed in the empty Basement,
"Tomorrow is a big day. By then, your goals, mine, and Doctor's goals will be achieved, and all grudges will be cleared."