Seeing the figure walking out of the room, Edgar kept backing up. Almost without thinking, he gave a sharp shout, "STORM!"
Whoosh!
A strong wind suddenly rose outside the window, blowing a large number of documents inside the room into the air. Papers scattered everywhere, and quite a few were plastered against the black figure by the wind.
The figure turned his head and looked out the window.
The sky outside the building had already changed color. Patches of gray-black clouds had appeared from nowhere, piling up above the R&D base.
Within the clouds, lightning surged wildly. In an instant, thunder roared and lightning flashed.
Amid the raging wind and dark clouds stood a figure. From the silhouette, it was not hard to tell it was a woman.
As the woman swung both hands down with force, spots of lightning flickered inside the clouds, each one the size of a truck tire.
As they shone, they burst out silver electric serpents, densely packed, baring fangs and claws, radiating and spreading outward in all directions.
Those lightning spots quickly gathered together, forming an irregular patch of light. From within that patch, streak after streak of lightning tore down through the air. Wherever those thick and thin bolts passed, there was a faint burnt smell in the air.
The lightning shot toward one of the windows of the R&D building. During the process, it kept merging, shrinking in size, but its brightness and temperature rose rapidly.
When a bolt as thick as an arm blasted into the window, the glass shattered and melted at the same instant. It did not even have time to turn into liquid before it evaporated into wisps of greenish smoke.
As soon as lightning had begun raging in the sky outside, the fat David and the president had already crouched under a desk or into a corner, holding their heads.
When that bolt of lightning blasted through the window, it shrank further. Its front end stretched and sharpened, like the tip of a sword, stabbing straight at the black figure in a flash.
But just before it hit, the lightning blade seemed to strike an invisible wall and suddenly stopped in midair.
Then the air in front of that figure twisted violently, making the tyrant-like figure look slightly blurred. After that, a blazing orange-red flame rose, as if something had exploded inside the room.
With a bang, waves of fire burst outward. Countless documents caught fire and burned. Cracks split across the walls. Computer screens and various instruments shattered, black smoke rising from them.
At this time, the blade formed by lightning had clearly dimmed a lot. With no more obstruction, it struck the tyrant's figure.
Yet that figure did not even sway. If someone had looked closely, they would have noticed that between the lightning blade and the figure, there was still a barely noticeable gap.
But that tiny gap made it seem as though the blade and the figure were separated by an entire universe.
No matter how powerful the blade was, if it could not hit its target, what did that power matter?
The lightning then swelled, as if the one controlling it could no longer maintain its condensed state. Light filled the room. Bolts of lightning left crooked streaks in the air, blasting irregular black holes into the walls, instruments, and ceiling.
The next moment.
Boom!
The entire room exploded.
Flames burst rapidly out from the windows of each room, sweeping across the entire floor. After the explosion ended, the building's fire alarm was finally triggered. The sprinkler system started up, trying to extinguish the flames inside.
Edgar coughed violently. Suddenly he felt wind brushing across his face. He removed his smoke-blackened glasses and realized he was in midair.
He and David were being carried by the black figure, descending toward the ground. Then both of them were thrown onto the ground.
The black figure looked up at the sky. The dark clouds were gradually dispersing, but the woman from earlier was nowhere to be seen.
"She ran pretty fast."
From inside the faceplate came a familiar voice.
Edgar's whole body trembled. Then he muttered, "Impossible! Impossible!"
At that moment, the faceplate lifted, revealing a sharply defined face with blond hair and blue eyes.
Homelander!
Edgar's body went weak, as if all his strength and courage had drained away. He collapsed onto the ground, his mind blank.
"Where did you get that armor?"
The president had roughly guessed why Homelander was not dead. The reason had to be that suit of armor.
He was right.
Earlier at the orphanage, after realizing that his abilities had been greatly weakened and even sealed by the suppressant, Alex retreated into the thick smoke and took out the Tyrant armor.
In addition, he discovered that although the suppressant could weaken his innate abilities, the powers produced by the Talent Capsules were not within the suppressant's range of effect.
That was probably because the suppressant targeted his original genes, while the Talent Capsules were foreign substances. Clearly, the person who invented the suppressant had no idea he carried these external gene fragments.
Even so, Absolute Hit and Self-Replication could not change the situation at the time.
Moreover, the appearance of the suppressant made Alex suspect that Edgar was involved.
If Edgar wanted him dead, he would not rely only on a group of criminals.
So Alex used a duplicate to draw Black Noir out, then used the Tyrant to kill him.
After that, he used Black Noir's phone to reply to Edgar.
The most interesting part was that because Black Noir was mute, Edgar had no reason to doubt the message Alex sent.
Of course, it was also possible that Edgar had great confidence in his suppressant. That revealed one thing. The product had already undergone human testing.
And it most likely worked on other superhumans as well.
At this moment, watching the Tyrant armor on Alex's body fade and disappear, Edgar hurriedly stood up.
"Homelander, please listen to my explanation!"
Alex smiled and helped him up, then pointed at the sky, "Was that your secret weapon just now?"
Edgar's eyes flickered. Then he said, "Yes. Stormfront. She's a superhuman who can rival you."
"Rival?"
Alex laughed, "Don't flatter yourself. That woman couldn't even burn a single hair on my head. And now she wisely chose to run."
"What does she have that can compare to me?"
Edgar nodded quickly, "Yes. Your power is admirable. You…"
Alex raised a finger and placed it in front of his lips, making a gesture for silence.
Then he said, "Mr. Edgar, you've really gone too far."
"First, on the night Manhattan fell, you reached your hand into my Seven."
"And today you set up a plan to kill me."
"I'm guessing it's because of the superpower suppressant. That's why Invisible Man had confidence in your plan. Otherwise he wouldn't have stood on your side, and I should have gotten word in advance. Am I right?"
Edgar nodded repeatedly.
Then he said, "Homelander, I know I made a serious and extremely foolish mistake!"
"For that, I can make compensation."
"I'll give you all of Vought's shares. At the same time, I can continue managing the company for you without charging any fee."
Alex patted the president's shoulder and said, "Maybe your value isn't as high as you think."
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