The recruitment staff member, who had kept his eyes fixed on the four figures the entire time, suddenly felt his pupils contract and his heart lurch.
They had appeared out of thin air, then vanished into thin air!
When the four had appeared so strangely earlier, he had reassured himself that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But now, witnessing the bizarre sight of instantaneous teleportation again, every last shred of that hope shattered.
One word instantly filled his mind-Mutants!
Meanwhile, on the ninety-ninth floor, the top floor of Vought Tower.
Solomon stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze calmly sweeping over the empty street below. A faint trace of regret flickered in his eyes.
When the White Queen's telepathic probe had reached him earlier, he had blocked it, then used the opening to invade her mind in turn.
Sensing danger and realizing her probe had been obstructed, the White Queen had immediately withdrawn with the others. Her reaction had certainly been fast enough.
"What a shame."
Solomon murmured softly, his heart full of regret.
The Black King had not been wearing the Mind Stone-Control Helmet and had been completely unguarded.
Had he stayed just a few seconds longer, Solomon could have invaded his consciousness directly, taken control of him, and copied his energy absorption ability.
He had been a hair's breadth from success.
Still, regret aside, Solomon remained composed. There would be other opportunities.
His decision to establish Vought International himself as part of his plans had indeed been the right choice.
He had originally planned to seek out the Black King and his fellow Mutants later. He had never expected them to come knocking before he even made a move.
From now on, why would he need to go to the trouble of finding Mutants? They