American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

“Mr. Edgar, I’m wondering if I could change jobs, or even leave, because I’m finding it hard to take it anymore…”

A fat man squeezed through the door, closed it, and pleaded pitifully.

The one who came in was a two-bodied superhero from the Vought Corporation. His ability was to transform into whatever he wanted, taking on their appearance.

However, there are also significant side effects. His ability prevents him from transforming into his desired target for an extended period of time.

Otherwise, his body would experience excruciating pain, making him feel like he was dying of pleasure.

Initially, after the Invisible Man died, in order to conceal the news of his death and not affect the popularity of The Seven.

He then began to transform into an invisible person, occasionally appearing in public to dispel doubts, which was bearable.

After all, he was only transforming into one person, but the death of the locomotive immediately doubled his workload.

What truly caused him pain and despair was Homelander's perverse demand: to transform himself into the likeness of Vice President Madeline and have sex with her.

Even more so, it can transform into the appearance of the people of the motherland.

Several times, due to the intense pain, he was unable to maintain his form and return to his original appearance, and even thought that he would die under the laser eyes of the Homelanders at any moment.

Under such high pressure, the dual-body person, who was doing several jobs, was on the verge of collapse.

“If you don’t want to do it, you can leave.” Edgar flipped through a document on the table, tapped his pen, and said calmly.

Edgar was well aware of Homelander's shady dealings; he was just a psychologically twisted experiment born of a lack of love.

Compared to the two-bodied man, Homelander is currently of greater importance.

As he said, the two-bodied man could have stayed, but before he left, Walter would thoughtfully send him an urn containing his ashes.

“Mr. Edgar, why can’t you just have a staff member wear a helmet like Black did? I helped Walter before, during the military bill, those congressmen…”

Before the two-bodied man could finish speaking, a stern gaze swept over him, causing him to stop speaking abruptly, sweat beading on his forehead…

He simply couldn't bring himself to say the rest of the words.

"If I hear another word about this from you, you will probably never see the sun rise the next day."

Edgar put down the documents in his hand, his words carrying a hint of danger.

The two-bodied man did indeed play a significant role in the military legislation that would allow superheroes to join the Department of Defense.

But this is not a basis for the other party to claim credit or threaten.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Edgar..."

Upon seeing Edgar's gaze, the two-bodied man instantly understood and dared not mention any more arrangements.

He bent down and backed away, walked to the door, and quietly opened it before exiting and closing it again.

Silence returned to the room, and Edgar narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the two-bodied figure.

The Seven's loss of three players in quick succession is indeed unprecedented.

If this isn't handled quickly, it will be a major blow to the popularity of Vought International's superheroes.

At that moment, his gaze also fell upon the document on the table.

It was a proposal, a proposal from several shareholders behind the Water Group.

Given the current crisis facing the Vought Group, there is a proposal to repackage Liberty and reintroduce her as Storm Girl to the forefront, adding her to the Super Seven.

He had read the document several times, and the proposal was impeccable in terms of direction, process, and timing.

It's safe to say that as long as he signs his name, the proposal will be implemented perfectly.

The Vought Group's Super Seven team could potentially take another step forward.

After all, she was the widow of the founder of the Vought Corporation and the first superhuman to be injected with Compound V by Federico.

Her storm-like abilities are always astonishing and impeccable.

The problem is that this free woman, who miraculously maintains her youthful appearance, is a Nazi racist who inherited Federico's legacy.

When she joined the Super Seven, she was probably constantly thinking about how to get herself out of the team.

However, it must be said that, currently, this free woman is probably also the perfect target to restrain the Homelander.

Edgar, squinting in his office, pondered the question. After some hesitation, he finally signed his name.

Shortly after signing his name, Edgar made a phone call.

"Did you receive the item, Bob?"

“Mr. Edgar, as you should know, I have already retired, and I cannot complete this task. Besides, doesn't Mr. Edgar have plans to specialize in pharmaceuticals…”

"I'm used to having a backup plan."

“Then I can’t help you with that. You know, Homelander almost killed me because of Bega! I won’t, and don’t want to, create another monster like that.”

Then came the sound of the phone being hung up.

Edgar's mood did not change as a result; instead, he turned his attention to another person, Dr. Carlton.

“Mr. Edgar, the genes you sent are too perfect…”

An excited voice came from the other end of the microphone, which even Edgar in the office could hear.

“Dr. Carlton, I need to act quickly,”

Hearing the voice on the other end, Edgar smiled calmly, his gaze falling on the Seven's photo on the wall inside the room, his tone even:

"The dark uniform is still missing a true master!"

Chapter 45 [Harris's Green Grassland!]

"Our current combat strength is still somewhat lacking..."

Having experienced the last battle, Pei Yuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional about his new residence.

Last time I went to the FBI's black jail, I killed the train engine, a group of FBI agents, and a big purple guy who appeared out of nowhere.

The results were decent, but still a little lacking.

[Multiverse Role-Playing System.]

[Template unlock progress: 22.1%]

[30.0% of skills will be unlocked in the next stage.]

[Ability: ▼]

[Destruction Ray: LV2 (13.4%)]

【Superhuman Physique: LV2 (15.2%)】

【Super Evolution: LV2 (6.5%)】

[Playing Value: 1862]

Pei Yuan opened the panel and glanced at it. The last battle had given him a little over a thousand role-playing points, which made his ability to gain role-playing points by sunbathing, which he felt was rather speechless, pale in comparison.

However, it is currently impossible to elevate any of these aspects to a higher level.

After all this time, what Pei Yuan now desires is the ability to move quickly, such as Homelander's flight or the speed of a train.

He has found that it is relatively easy to get into battle now, but it will be more troublesome when he gets out of the battlefield.

For example, in the last battle with the FBI, although he killed the Purple Giant afterward, such a big commotion occurred in the Black Prison at the base.

The FBI couldn't possibly be unaware of this. The reinforcements arrived quickly, and as he dealt with one wave, another would come. The situation was so unmanageable that he was getting a little annoyed.

Just like how mosquitoes can't kill people, but people can't stand the constant harassment and bites from mosquitoes.

After stretching his limbs, the door opened, and the sound of a key turning in came from outside. Harris then walked in carrying a pile of food.

"Boss, I think I've spotted some CIA agents around here..."

After putting down the food in his hand, Harris said with a somewhat serious expression.

Upon hearing this news, Pei Yuan was somewhat surprised. It seemed that the FBI's actions had also attracted the attention of the CIA, since they were both from the same organization.

It looks a bit strange if you don't pay attention.

It seems that the CIA has uncovered something and has begun a targeted and conscious search for him.

To be honest, what struck him as odd was the other party's slow pace.

"Have you made arrangements for the smuggling boat?"

Pei Yuan opened the bag Harris had brought and found a roast chicken inside. He took one, tore off a leg, and started gnawing on it.

Harris also picked one up and started eating. He wasn't used to this oriental-style roast chicken, but he had to admit it had a unique flavor.

“I contacted a group through my connections, but to be honest, I don’t know if those guys are reliable, since there’s an intermediary in the middle.”

As for the reason for looking for a smuggling boat.

If he didn't have complete confidence in the abilities of the Asian boss in front of him, he would probably think that the other party was thinking of running away now.

"That's fine to ignore."

If they're unreliable, Pei Yuan will make them reliable.

Running away is obviously out of the question.