Faced with Shaw's promise, Emma Frost felt not the slightest joy or excitement. Only icy indifference remained in her eyes as she forced a faint smile onto her face, responding perfunctorily.
She knew better than anyone that Vought was no ordinary company, but a deadly den that would devour them whole.
Setting aside the mysterious boss she did not even dare probe, A-Train alone, with his overwhelming power, could wipe them all out in an instant.
Moreover, since Vought's Seven was a team of seven, A-Train could not possibly be its only powerhouse. Six other top-tier fighters of the same caliber had to be lurking within it.
Once their whereabouts were exposed, she and Azazel would die here in an instant.
Shaw's empty promises were laughably hollow in the face of mortal danger.
But Shaw did not care whether anyone lived or died. All he cared about was his own power and ambitions of conquest.
His instruction to bring back at least one vial carried an unspoken meaning: their lives did not matter. As long as he got the compound, any sacrifice was worthwhile.
As for whether his subordinates could use the compound to increase their strength, he had never given it any thought.
A chill surged through Emma Frost's heart, but she revealed none of it. She quietly slipped out of Shaw's embrace and reined in all her feelings.
"There's no time to waste. Let's leave now. Vought's boss seems to be away at the moment. This is our best chance. Azazel, take me somewhere near Vought Tower."
Azazel nodded in acknowledgment. Crimson smoke instantly surged up and enveloped them both. A moment later, they vanished into thin air, leaving only wisps of red smoke slowly drifting through the empty cabin.
After the two left, the fervent smile on