It was a weapon of genocide in the truest sense, an ultimate killing machine that had nearly driven the world's mutants-and even all of humanity-to extinction!
Who could have imagined that the brilliant geneticist who would one day strike terror into mutants across the world had now been thrown out by a few shortsighted capitalists like a homeless stray?
Solomon slowly uttered the name.
"Bolivar Trask."
Trask shot up from the bench. Though he did not even reach Solomon's chest, he could no longer spare a thought for that. An unbelievable, feverish light burst from his bloodshot eyes.
"You're from Vought?! You... you want to buy my DNA bionic prosthetics technology?"
Solomon chuckled and shook his head slightly.
"I'm not interested in those things of yours. Trask, what interests me is you."
Solomon leaned forward slightly.
"This world is crawling with professors who call themselves genetics experts, but you're the only one I'd personally invite to join Vought. I'm Vought's boss, Solomon."
Trask's thin body jolted, his eyes widening into circles in utter shock.
Vought's boss?!
The man behind gathering mutants from all over the world and turning superheroes into the world's most profitable industry?!
A figure who existed only in rumors about the most powerful business empires had actually appeared on the street late at night, just to invite him?!
"M... me?!"
Trask's voice cracked with excitement, carrying the humility of someone who had long been looked down on.
"I've only done a little fringe research in genetics. I'm nowhere near as good as they say..."
Solomon smiled and patted Trask on the shoulder.
"No, Trask. Your potential far exceeds your own imagination. You just lack a platform big enough to support you."
Solomon's voice was like a devil's whisper.
"Join Vought. Whatever you want, I'll give it to