An invisible psychic force flowed out silently and entered the leader's brain. Before he could react, all his memories from the past year unfolded before Solomon's eyes, page by page like a book.
The more he saw, the deeper his brow furrowed.
So the world of The Boys had already fallen into this much chaos.
It really was a complete mess.
The conflict between supes and ordinary humans had gone from online shouting matches to bloody violence in the streets.
Vast quantities of Compound V had flooded the black market. Unregistered, unaffiliated supes were springing up all over the world. Some formed gangs and seized neighborhoods to rule as petty tyrants; others smashed things in the streets whenever their emotions flared. Trouble was everywhere.
Vought International had long since dismantled every barrier to recruitment. In the past, hiring a superhero under contract meant investigating three generations of their family, testing the stability of their powers three times, and conducting a six-month background check.
Now, anyone with powers could walk up to a recruitment station, submit an application, and sign a contract and start drawing a salary on the spot. Even casting such a wide net, the supes they recruited could not fill even half the vacancies left by the rebellion.
The Seven were now just like firefighters, racing around the world without a break. Every day, they were either suppressing riots in one city or catching fugitives in another neighborhood. They did not even have time for a cup of coffee in their top-floor offices.
But even with them working themselves to death to keep things under control, the ordinary people on the streets were not buying any of it.
Every bit of blame fell on Vought. Protesters carrying signs blocked the entrance to Vought Tower, denouncing Vought for creating