In the underground pumping station, screams and creepy chewing sounds were mixed together, echoing back and forth in the empty cement pipes, but soon, these sounds were completely drowned out by the dense gnawing sounds.
Those three fringe Superpower people who were sent by Vought International to do the dirty work couldn't even survive five minutes in this dark place.
Compound V gives those sewer rats a reproduction speed, crazy appetite, and tenacity that far exceed those of their kind.
When the last bit of the smell of blood dissipated in the sewage, this group of mutated monsters with red eyes did not stop. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to flow deep underground along the ventilation ducts and water channels like gray tides.
Their target is very clear, it is a huge source of vibration several hundred meters away.
New York City Subway F Line.
At this time, the atmosphere on the top floor of Vought Tower seemed to have solidified.
On the huge screen in President’s Office's office, the three vital sign signals belonging to the sewer hunting team have completely turned into a straight line without fluctuations.
Madelyn stood in front of his desk, clutching the tablet in his hand tightly.
Even though she had always been ambitious and tough-minded, there was a layer of cold sweat on her forehead at this moment.
Stan·Edgar crossed his hands and supported his chin. There was no sadness or anger on his expressionless face. He just looked at the black screen coldly.
The three marginalized people who earned a basic salary died as soon as they died, and they didn't even need much pension. What really made him feel troublesome was the mess that followed.
"President, the situation is out of control."
Madelyn swallowed and tried his best to keep his voice steady, but there was still a hint of trembling in his tone, "Those mutant rats are approaching the F Line subway tunnel. If those things bite through the separation wall and rush into the carriage, once there are large-scale civilian casualties, the military and government will never let us go. The company's stock price will completely collapse within ten minutes of the opening of tomorrow."
Edgar closed his eyes and quickly calculated all the cards that the company could use in his mind.
Looking for Lynn?
This idea only stayed in Edgar's mind for a second before being rejected.
Lynn holds the trump card John, but that man is too smart and protective of his shortcomings.
If you ask Lynn to help wipe your butt now, Vought International will not only bleed heavily, but may even completely lose his right to control Vanguard Camp in the future.
Unless absolutely necessary, Edgar would never want to touch that trump card.
"What other adult heroes are currently under the company's name New York, and have no public events scheduled?"
Edgar opened his eyes and asked calmly.
Madelyn was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at the schedule in his hand.
"The heroes who are currently popular are all out in the field making announcements and filming movies. The only ones who stay at the headquarters... are only the few people left by Payback Team. Gunpowder is at Brooklyn's shooting club today, and Crimson Earl's Wife has just finished recording a new song in the recording studio downstairs."
Hearing the name Payback, a cold light flashed in Edgar's eyes.
Ever since the Nicaragua mission in 1984, when captain Soldier Boy disappeared, this once-incomparable ace team has long ceased to exist in name only.
The remaining members have relied on their previous qualifications to dominate the company over the years.
Gunpowder is addicted to guns and alcohol, and Crimson Earl's Wife is a coward who only asks for high appearance fees.
They are like blood-sucking parasites sitting on the giant beast Vought International, consuming tens of millions of dollars of the company's budget every year to wipe their butts and pay them salaries.
"Inform them that there is an urgent mission."
Edgar stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling Manhattan, "Tell them that there are a few stray experimental animals underground that need to be cleaned up. If they can solve it, the contract amount for next year will be doubled."
"But the president..." Madelyn hesitated, "The monsters down there can even bite through Rock's defense. Although Gunpowder and Mrs. Earl are senior, their bodies have been hollowed out by drinking and sex over the years. If something happens to them down there..."
"Madelyn, you have been sitting in this position for so long and you still can't learn how to do a simple arithmetic problem."
Edgar turned his head and his cold eyes fell on Madelyn.
"If they succeed in burning those rats to ashes, F Line subway's crisis will be over, and the company will be safe and sound. If they fail, they will be chewed to the bone by those things in the sewer..."
Edgar straightened the cuffs of his suit and said, "Starting from tomorrow, the company will be able to save 40 million US dollars in useless expenses every year by cleaning up these waste products that should have been eliminated long ago. For Vought, it will also be a good deal with a guaranteed profit."
Madelyn was trembling all over.
Looking at the man in front of her who was so calm that he was almost cold-blooded, she suddenly felt a chill running down her spine. She immediately bowed her head in response and quickly exited the office.
Half an hour later.
Manhattan Lower Manhattan, in front of a hidden sewage outlet blocked by yellow warning lines.
A luxurious Vought International car was parked on the roadside.
The car door opened, and Crimson Earl's Wife, wearing a bright red tight-fitting suit and an exaggerated fur coat, walked out with a frown on his face.
She was wearing a pair of huge sunglasses and holding a glass of iced latte she had just bought.
Next to get off the car was Gunpowder. He was wearing a tactical suit full of ammunition bags, chewing gum in his mouth, and carrying a modified heavy-duty Assault Rifle in his hand.
"What the hell kind of mission is this?"
Crimson Earl's Wife looked at the smelly sewer outlet and covered his nose with disgust, "Madelyn Did that stupid woman have water in her head? She actually asked me to wear this tailored suit to Sewer Drilling to find some experimental monkey? My nails were just done this morning!"
"Stop complaining, Mrs. Earl."
Gunpowder pulled the gun bolt, making a crisp sound of metal collision. His tone was full of indifference, "Edgar promised to double the contract. As long as we go down and shoot a few shots and find the monkey who took away the compound, we can go to the best bar to have a good drink at night."
In their eyes, this is just a boring errand.
What kind of mutated monsters and what kind of deadly threats are completely alarmist to them who once stood at the top of Superheroes.
The comfortable and luxurious life they have enjoyed in the past few years has long made them forget what real danger feels like.
"Okay, okay, finish it quickly. The air in this place makes me want to puke."
Crimson Earl's Wife rolled his eyes and threw the half-drunk latte on the side of the road. He didn't even bother to put on any protective equipment. He stepped on the pair of red leather boots with stiletto heels and walked reluctantly towards the dark underground passage.
Gunpowder was chewing gum and following behind with a gun.
They complained about the stench of the sewers and the inhumanity of the company's senior management. They did not hide their arrogance and just walked into the deep darkness that even the light could not penetrate.