The top floor of Vought Tower, President’s Office office.
From the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have an unobstructed view of the bustling scene of Manhattan.
Stan·Edgar sat behind the large mahogany desk, holding a cup of black coffee in his hand, looking calmly at a financial report about Vanguard Camp's future business plan.
The atmosphere in the office is as cold as an ice cellar.
Jonah·Vogelbaum stood in front of the desk, leaning on crutches, his chest heaving violently with excitement.
"President Edgar, you must immediately terminate Lynn's privileges in Vanguard Camp!"
There was unconcealable resentment in the old scientist's old voice, "That Asia man is ruining my life's work! He actually let Compound V's most perfect product play games, eat junk food, and talk about ridiculous family bonds! Those things are weapons and bargaining chips for us to rule the future world, not the good babies in his private kindergarten!"
"Are you done, Jonah Doctor."
Edgar put down the coffee cup and crossed his hands on the table. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any waves.
Vogelbaum swallowed a mouthful of saliva and boldly took a step closer:
"I already have a perfect plan! We can use the media and the company's internal audit department to create some scandals about Lynn embezzling funds or mind-controlling those experimental subjects, and even making those experimental subjects hate him."
"As long as I drive him away and completely discredit him, I can naturally take over Vanguard Camp. I will bring John back to the laboratory and use the most high-pressure method..."
"Stupid."
Edgar interrupted him mercilessly, his voice was not loud, but it conveyed a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Jonah, you are an excellent chemist, but in terms of company management and business operations, you are as stupid as a child who has not yet been weaned."
Edgar stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the street below, "Do you think I don't know what Lynn is doing? Do you think I can't see those so-called family games?"
Vogelbaum was stunned. "Then why did you let him do whatever he wanted..."
"Because he is making money for the company and provides the most stable emotional control solution!"
Edgar turned his head and stared at the old scientist coldly, "What you did in the laboratory before made the boy named John nearly lose control several times. You built a nuclear bomb, but you didn't He knows how to install a fuse on him, and Lynn, he not only installed a fuse on this nuclear bomb, but also packaged him into a perfect idol that All-America people are willing to pay for."
Edgar walked back to his desk, picked up the financial report and patted it, making a crisp sound.
"Wall Street values stability and profit. Vanguard Camp of Lynn is now Vought International's most promising asset package. Now you come here and tell me that you want to destroy this asset package with some dirty tricks just to satisfy your ridiculous desire for control?"
"Edgar, I am doing this for the future of the company..."
"Get out of here, Doctor."
Edgar sat down again and opened the file without raising his head, "Go back to your Basement and study your test tubes. If I find you trying to interfere with the operation of Vanguard Camp with conspiracy again, I don't mind changing to a new chief scientist."
Vogelbaum's face turned blue and white in turns. He gritted his teeth and held the crutch tightly in his hands covered with age spots.
But in the end, he did not dare to contradict the actual person in power of Vought International.
He turned around and limped out of President’s Office's office.
It wasn't until he entered his own private elevator that the aggrieved and unwilling look on the old scientist's face was completely distorted into crazy resentment.
Capitalists only value immediate interests and do not understand what the ultimate art of science is.
Edgar Think Lynn's set of tender tricks can control that monster?
It's just a big joke.
Vogelbaum sneered and pressed the button leading to the deep underground isolation zone.
He wants to prove to Edgar that Lynn's so-called family bond is a time bomb that can explode at any time.
As long as a little external stimulation is applied, the boy who was packaged as an obedient angel by Lynn will immediately lose his disguise and turn into a bloodthirsty and out-of-control monster again.
By then Edgar will understand that only a cold laboratory and absolute pain are the only means to control monsters.
The elevator door slowly opened on the fifth underground floor.
This is one of the earliest secret laboratories of Vought International. The air is filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant all year round. The lights on both sides of the corridor are a bit dim, which is completely different from the glamorous office building above.
Vogelbaum walked through the corridor skillfully and opened the door of a file room.
In the room, a middle-aged woman wearing a white coat and meticulously combed hair was sorting through a pile of old video tapes and experimental records.
The woman has a cold expression, a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her whole person has a sense of stiffness.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the woman turned her head, stood up and lowered her head slightly. "Vogelbaum Doctor."
"Long time no see, Barbara."
Vogelbaum looked at the woman in front of him with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Barbara, used to be the most important person responsible for daily life of John when he was young.
Of course, this so-called responsibility does not mean telling children bedtime stories or cooking Huaxia dishes like Lynn.
When John was three or four years old, in order to test Compound V's tolerance limit and mental threshold, this woman named Barbara expressionlessly put the young John into a dark steel oven to heat it.
It was she who pressed the high-voltage electric shock button without hesitation and recorded the data of the child while he was writhing on the ground in pain.
She would even deliberately throw John's favorite stuffed toy into the incinerator in front of him to observe and record the boy's heart rate changes in despair and anger.
After completing these cruel experiments, she would use a cold and stern tone to tell John that everything was his own fault.
For John, this woman was the deepest and most inescapable nightmare in his childhood world.
She represents endless pain, isolation and the purest form of torture.
"Doctor, do you have any instructions for coming to me?"
Barbara pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his voice was calm and without any fluctuation.
Vogelbaum walked forward, running his dry fingers across the yellowed folders on the desktop that recorded John's early experimental data, with a dark light shining in his eyes.
"I need you to do me a small favor, Barbara, to be precise, to meet an old acquaintance."
Vogelbaum lightly knocked on the table, "I heard that our perfect experimental subject has been taught by the guy named Lynn to become a little superhero who knows how to love and tolerate. I am very curious about how strong this false emotion that was forcibly instilled is in the face of real fear."