Solomon slowly removed the heavy metal helmet, closed his eyes slightly, and reached up to rub the space between his brows.
Although his mental power had long since reached level 5, bearing the torrent of thoughts from billions of people around the globe in an instant, while precisely screening the genetic differences between Supes and ordinary people amid an ocean of noise, still placed a slight strain on his brain and left it aching.
He opened his eyes, his gaze returning to its still, unruffled coldness.
Glancing at Homelander, who stood respectfully awaiting orders beside him, Solomon instructed coldly:
"Tomorrow, find any high-sounding excuse and notify every registered Supe to assemble at their nearest Vought branch. Have them stay put there and await orders."
Homelander immediately nodded furiously. This sort of administrative coordination was child's play for Vought as it stood now.
"No problem. I'll have Ashley take care of it right away."
After accepting the task, Homelander couldn't help letting his gaze drift toward the oddly shaped machine.
Honestly, he had no idea what this jumble of fiber-optic cables and metal casings was for, but anything Solomon valued so highly had to be an extraordinarily powerful piece of equipment.
He swallowed and asked tentatively:
"Sir... are you satisfied with Cerebro's performance?"
An irrepressible flicker of curiosity flashed deep in his eyes. Could he put it on and give it a try too?
Solomon needed only a glance to see straight through this overgrown infant's ridiculous little thoughts.
"This machine amplifies the user's psychic power until it reaches every corner of the globe."
Solomon's tone was flat, yet carried a bone-piercing chill.
"However, I suggest you put that misplaced curiosity of yours to rest. Anyone but me who touches this thing will die."
Solomon looked at Homelander with a cold