Manhattan Lower Manhattan The stench is overwhelming in the main sewage channel.
Gunpowder spit out the tasteless gum in his mouth on the oily water, picked up the specially modified heavy-duty Assault Rifle in his hand, and aimed it at the dozens of pairs of scarlet eyes that lit up in the darkness.
"I thought it was some weird monster, but it turned out to be a group of rats that grew up eating sewer garbage."
Gunpowder sneered disdainfully and pulled the trigger directly.
Deafening gunfire exploded in the closed underground passage.
The large-caliber bullets had an orange-red tracer, like a small metal Stormfront, instantly tearing apart the batch of mutated rats rushing at the front.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a thick layer of dark red blood foam immediately floated on the dirty water.
"Get it done, I'll just say that Madelyn woman is making a fuss out of a molehill."
Gunpowder blew the gun smoke proudly.
Crimson Earl's Wife, who was standing behind him, didn't even raise his hand.
She looked at the drop of sewage splashed on her red high-heeled shoes with disgust, and complained sharply, "Is this what you call a good deal? Gunpowder, you'd better clean up these disgusting things quickly. The smell here makes my brand-name perfume useless. I don't want to stay here for a second longer."
"Relax, Mrs. Earl. It will be over soon."
Gunpowder changed a magazine and prepared to go forward and reload the rats that were not dead.
But as soon as he took a step, the water under his feet suddenly rolled violently.
In the depths of darkness, there are no longer dozens of pairs of eyes, but hundreds of pairs of scarlet light spots, like a sea of red stars spreading in the sewer.
Accompanied by a numbing sound of dense climbing, swarms of mutated rats followed the walls, pipes and even ceilings, sweeping towards them like a gray tsunami.
Gunpowder's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pulled the trigger frantically. The barrel of the gun became red and hot from the continuous shooting.
The bullets can indeed break the bodies of these monsters, but there are too many of them.
Compound V gives them a crazy appetite that is not afraid of death.
Several huge mutated rats jumped up from the wall, their sharp claws directly tore Gunpowder's Tactical Vest, and bit his shoulder.
"Ah!"
Gunpowder let out a shrill scream, and the heavy rifle fell into the sewage.
He tried to pull the mice off his shoulders with his hands, but more mice had climbed up his trouser legs.
The jagged teeth that could even bite through Rock's defense easily devoured his flesh and blood.
"Get away! Stay away from me!"
Crimson Earl's Wife finally realized that something was wrong. She screamed in horror and pushed forward with both hands.
Two blazing high-temperature fireballs exploded in mid-air, burning a dozen rats that rushed toward her into charcoal.
But this insignificant counterattack completely angered the rats.
The rats stepped on the burning corpses of their companions and pounced on the woman wearing a red tights one after another.
Crimson Earl's Wife wanted to turn around and run away, but the stiletto heels she wore for good looks suddenly slipped on the slippery moss, and she fell heavily into the smelly sewage.
"Help! Carter! Madelyn! Pull me up!"
The big star who was so high in the past is now rolling and struggling in the muddy water of the sewer, and his proud fireball looks so ridiculous in front of the endless swarm of rats.
In less than half a minute, the screams of Gunpowder and Crimson Earl's Wife were completely drowned out by the dense gnawing sounds.
Vought Tower top floor, President’s Office office.
Madelyn looked at the two high-level vital sign signals that disappeared instantly on the screen, and the blood in his body seemed to run cold.
"President, the people in Payback... are all dead."
Madelyn's voice couldn't stop shaking.
She finally understood that Edgar's so-called "arithmetic problem" was not only cold-blooded, but also messed up.
Edgar is still sitting on the chair, but his hands tightly clasped together reveal that his mood is not as calm as it appears.
"How is the situation with F Line subway."
Edgar's voice is as cold as ice.
Madelyn immediately calls up the monitoring screen of the municipal pipe network.
The thick concrete isolation wall was now covered with dense cracks, and gray rat heads could even be seen gnawing crazily in the gaps in the wall.
"The wall can only hold up for three minutes at most, and a morning rush hour train full of passengers is on its way into the station."
Madelyn closed his eyes in despair.
Three minutes.
It was too late to even mobilize explosives to blow up the tunnel.
Once the train collides with the rats, the hundreds of ordinary civilians in the carriage will become a buffet for these mutated monsters.
Vought International The scandal of concealing animal experiments that led to tragedy will spread throughout the world within an hour.
Edgar was silent for five seconds.
Finally, the arrogant capitalist took a deep breath and reached out to pick up the red encrypted phone on the table.
At this time in Long Island Estate, the sun is shining brightly and the years are quiet.
A pot of rich tomato beef brisket is simmering in the kitchen, and the sound of simmering and the aroma of meat fill the entire living room.
Lynn is standing in front of the counter, patiently teaching Annie how to knead the dough into a cute bear shape.
John was wearing a clean white shirt, with his hands folded in front of his chest, standing beside him like a dutiful overseer, using Heat Vision to preheat the oven from time to time.
The phone ringing in the study room on the second floor broke the tranquility.
Lynn wiped the flour on his hands and smiled without any surprise.
"John, help me watch the fire and don't let the beef brisket stew."
Lynn rubbed the blond boy's head, turned around and walked up to the second floor.
Pushing open the study door and picking up the phone, Lynn didn't speak first.
"Lynn, I need you and that boy to go Lower Manhattan."
Edgar's voice lost its previous condescension, revealing a rare sense of urgency, "The things in the sewer are out of control. Payback's people failed to stop them. In three minutes at most, F Line subway will be overwhelmed by those monsters."
Lynn leaned on the window sill, looking at the green Lawn outside, with a relaxed tone as if he was discussing today's weather.
"President, I remember saying that I am just a nanny responsible for taking care of children. Our Vanguard Camp little guys are not yet adults and are not suitable to go to the sewers to do that kind of dirty and smelly manual work."
There was deathly silence on the other end of the phone.
Edgar is an extremely smart businessman, and of course he knows what Lynn is waiting for.
Lynn doesn't care about the life or death of those veteran heroes at all, he is just waiting for Vought International to put the biggest chip on the table.
"As long as this crisis is resolved."
Edgar gritted his teeth and made a concession in a deep voice, "From today on, all schedules, training plans and personnel deployment of Vanguard Camp will be decided by you alone. Board of Directors and Public Relations Department will never interfere in any of your decisions again. You are the only person in control of Vanguard Camp."
"Deal."
Lynn readily agreed.
This is exactly the result he wanted.
He needs to completely turn Vanguard Camp into a private domain that belongs only to him, and cut off all the disgusting tentacles of Vought International.
Hang up the phone and Lynn walks out of the study.
He stood at the top of the stairs, glanced at Reggie who was playing with Annie in the kitchen grabbing dough, and then glanced at Tommy who was sitting on the sofa chewing gum.
"John." Lynn shouted softly.
Almost instantly, John dropped the dough in his hand, flashed, and stopped firmly at the bottom of the stairs.
He raised his head, Azure's eyes shone with anticipation, and he knew Lynn had something to leave to him.
"Go and change into a pair of shoes that won't get dirty."
Lynn walked down the stairs, took the gray windbreaker from the hanger and put it on his body, "The big bosses messed up things, we have to go Manhattan to clean up the garbage in the sewer."
"Are you going to burn it to ashes?"
John's tone was excited and cold.
"Burn it clean, don't leave any smell."
Lynn pushed open the door of the Manor, and the early summer breeze blew in his face, "Hurry up, we have to come back for lunch."