Roland shook her head again, a shrewd gleam in her eyes.
"This is already a very fair price. Of course, if your country is willing to purchase services for all its cities as a package, I can authorize rounding it down to fifty million dollars per city. However, I suggest you decide quickly. At this stage, we don't have nearly as many superheroes as you might imagine. Once word gets out that Vought is opening its services to outside clients, if other countries extend an olive branch first, we will naturally prioritize stationing heroes with them."
If it weren't 1962, this price would have been at least ten times higher!
Moira was visibly shaken, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Spending money was a minor matter. If money could keep these powerful mutants on American soil, it would be worth it.
But if other hostile countries paid to take the mutants away, it would be nothing short of a disaster for the United States' national security!
"I understand. I'll request instructions from my superiors immediately."
Moira took a deep breath and conceded,
"Then can we specify which heroes we want? Charles, Erik, Raven, and the others, for example."
Smiling, Roland shook her head for the third time.
"Not them. As Vought's top assets, they come at a different price."
Roland leaned forward slightly, her tone turning serious and firm.
"There's one more thing I must make clear in advance. All superheroes answer exclusively to Vought International's highest authority. They will never obey government orders that overstep your jurisdiction. Our heroes are here to protect public safety. As long as an incident falls within their duties, from petty theft and robbery to bank heists or hostage situations, they will respond when notified."
She tapped the documents on the desk