I was bored so uploading some more...
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"Finally, someone who isn't an idiot."
Even though the idea wasn't original, Russell nodded in approval.
At least Edgar knew what it meant to be prepared for danger in times of peace.
'Butcher, Hughie, and Soldier Boy, after taking Temporary Compound Five, could briefly suppress Homelander when working together.
Excluding the difficult-to-control Soldier Boy, if there were six or seven more temporary Superhumans at the level of Butcher and Hughie, perhaps Homelander wouldn't even have a chance to escape before being taken down?'
Thinking of this, he asked indifferently.
"How long will Temporary Compound Five take?"
"The finished Temporary Compound Five, if we don't consider solving the severe side effects that damage the body, will likely take a year and a half to two years to complete."
Thump thump!
"Too slow."
Russell wasn't satisfied with this timeframe and tapped the table.
Even though he knew that in the plot, Temporary Compound Five wasn't mass-produced from the lab until Edgar was brought down, meaning it did indeed take that long.
"Sir, if we invest resources and hire people to expand the laboratory scale regardless of cost, it might be completed within three to five months."
Edgar gritted his teeth and stated.
Vought had always been a biopharmaceutical company, and the research into Temporary Compound Five was a top priority, always receiving the highest level of resource investment. However, due to a lack of pressure, the research wasn't rushed.
Mainly, scientific research can't be rushed.
It's not like throwing ten times the money and people at it can speed up the project tenfold; there will always be a limit.
"Go do it."
Russell nodded.
He knew this was likely the fastest speed. Perhaps the resource allocation for the Temporary Compound Five research project in the coming period would even temporarily affect the normal operation of other Vought departments.
But he didn't care, even though Vought had become his private property.
Moreover, once Temporary Compound Five was developed, all costs would be recouped.
"Sir, you've met everyone on the board of directors, but there's also a woman with a special status in Vought's management..."
Edgar didn't turn around and leave immediately, hesitating.
"A woman... Stormfront?"
Russell guessed who he was talking about.
Stormfront, the wife of Vought's founder, an old relic who had lived since the last century, had a crazy obsession with the Aryan master race theory.
"Stormfront is the oldest elder in the Vought family, but because of her stubbornness, paranoid madness, and the cold education that was practically torture from childhood, all her children fell out with her after growing up and eventually joined forces to expel her from the board of directors.
She doesn't have a single share left, and it's said she has been living in seclusion in Germany for years."
Edgar introduced Stormfront's detailed situation.
The Vought family also didn't care where Stormfront was, wishing she would hide as far away as possible, so no one knew where she lived.
"Since originally she only had influence at Vought based on the little affection from her children and descendants, and her children didn't really want to see her before, let alone now..."
Having gone to many places and mind-controlled many people in one go today, Russell tiredly pinched his brow.
Edgar nodded in agreement, just wanting to remind Master that Vought had such a person.
"However... go investigate her anyway. Tell me where you find her."
"Yes, Sir."
Russell knew this woman wouldn't stay put. In the subsequent plot, driven mad, she would return to find Homelander, attempting to control him with emotion and build an Aryan Superhuman army to conquer the World.
But Vought was already his company, and he certainly wouldn't let her mess around.
Right, about that.
Russell remembered something and narrowed his eyes.
"Homelander seems to have been leaking Compound V for his own selfish reasons, supporting Terrorist groups, wanting to create Superhuman Terrorists to further highlight his importance and attract more fans."
If Superhuman villains appeared, some ordinary Superheroes who had been acting for too long might not be able to handle them. While Homelander was also always acting, his innate stats were there, and he could still easily deal with those Superhuman Terrorists that other Superheroes couldn't handle.
"Furthermore, with his Oedipus complex, he also wanted to successfully push forward the bill for Superheroes to enter the national defense system, to make Vought Vice President Madelyn, a woman no longer young, look at him with new eyes."
He snorted coldly.
Killing two birds with one stone, truly a good plan.
But now, all of that was his property!
It seemed that Vought Superheroes entering the national defense system would greatly benefit Vought.
But only with Compound V were there Superhumans in this World. The Compound V formula was more important than anything else; any possibility of leakage must be cut off!
...
Inside The Seven's council hall, outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows were the bustling streets of New York City. The morning sun shone through the glass onto the conference table inlaid with gold lines, seemingly a beautiful day.
At the usual weekly meeting, Queen Maeve and Black Noir were all present. The Deep, Starlight, and A-Train, whose legs were broken, were also summoned.
Madelyn walked in quickly in high heels. Her fitted black professional suit outlined her capable figure, and she held a stack of unsigned documents in her hand. Looking at the cloaked figure who had called the meeting, her eyes were like those of someone looking at a troublesome child.
"Homelander," her voice carried a hint of impatience, "I have seventeen contracts waiting to be reviewed. It better not be about trivial matters."
Homelander stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to everyone. The golden eagle on his shoulder gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He didn't immediately respond to Madelyn but slowly turned around, a faint smile hanging on his lips.
"The Deep." He called out lightly, like summoning an obedient dog.
The Deep swallowed, his fingers nervously rubbing the cuff of his green scale suit, but he still obediently got up and pulled a metal box from under the conference table.
"Uh... this..." he stammered, his gaze shifting between Madelyn and Homelander.
Maeve and the others' faces showed confusion, not knowing what Homelander was going to do or what was in the box.
"Open it." Homelander commanded, his tone unquestionable.
"Let them see what Translucent looks like now."
The hesitant The Deep took a deep breath and lifted the box lid—
A foul stench assailed them.
Inside the box, Translucent was reduced to only an empty, bloody human skin. All his other flesh and organs had been completely corroded by strong acid, as if it were the work of some perverted killer.
Madelyn's pupils suddenly contracted. Startled, she stumbled back, nearly knocking over a Water glass on the table. Documents slipped from her fingers, scattering across the floor with a rustle.
Although she was Vought's Vice President, holding great power and commanding all the Superheroes, she spent all day in her office and had truly never seen such a bloody scene.
"Oh God..." Starlight jumped up from her chair in fright, covering her mouth, her stomach churning.
Maeve's brows furrowed. A flicker of shock crossed her eyes, but she quickly returned to her usual stern appearance.
A-Train sat in his wheelchair—his legs were still in casts, wrapped in bandages below the knees. His face turned pale as he looked at the human skin.
This couldn't help but remind him of the attack he suffered a few days ago. He couldn't resist touching his throbbing legs, and the cold, devil-like hooded figure flashed involuntarily in his mind.
"To dare to attack a member of The Seven... Was it... was it him?"