Chapter 6: A True Man!
If you were Translucent, your Superpowers would allow you to convert your entire body's skin into a carbon material, bending light 100% to achieve complete invisibility.
Not only that, but the defense of your carbon skin is also extremely formidable, with a hardness comparable to diamonds.
Bullets, blade strikes, explosions, impacts, flames...
You could even cosplay LeBron James falling from a high-rise or being run over by a car, and still be able to stand steadily as if nothing happened and say that line: "Man! What can I say?"
But standing in front of you right now is a runaway test subject with Heat Vision identical to Homelander's, his eyes glowing with red light, about to blast you.
What would you do?
To this, our Translucent gave his answer.
"Shit! I surrender! I'm willing to do anything for you, I'll suck your dick! You can have my junk too, just don't kill me, please don't kill me, I beg you!"
Yes, you read that right; Translucent immediately knelt in surrender at the speed of light.
As a member of The Seven, Translucent's abilities are neither particularly strong nor particularly weak.
Relying on his ability to turn invisible, Translucent often sneaks naked into women's restrooms, locker rooms, and bathrooms to peep at the bodies of those women.
But at the same time, he is a thorough coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Just like a moment ago, when Translucent saw Grace, he showed off his arrogant side.
But now, facing the Heat Vision about to be fired by Ian, Translucent knelt in surrender at the speed of light.
Because his skin cannot withstand this terrifying Heat Vision; under such terrifying rays, he would truly die!
But even though Translucent knelt, Ian had no intention of letting this guy go.
He hates this kind of coward the most—effeminate, surrendering the moment anything happens.
"What the hell is the use of a coward like you living in this world? Living is just a waste of air; you should just fucking die!!"
Sizzle!!
The terrifying ray suddenly tore through the air currents and, under Translucent's desperate gaze, slammed fiercely into his junk.
Almost without any dispute, a bloody hole instantly appeared in Translucent's critical lower body area.
"Ho...ly shit!!"
Translucent let out a miserable scream, clutching the bloody hole in his lower body helplessly, his face deathly pale, and collapsed directly to the ground.
The fuck, why doesn't that guy opposite play by the rules?
Don't international conventions state that you can't kill someone who has surrendered? He had already surrendered, so why was the guy in front of him still attacking?
Ian paid no heed to Translucent's wailing and surprise, just as a boy wouldn't care how much toilet paper he used when masturbating.
To him, if a person cannot live standing, they should at least die standing, using their own will to prove their strength.
Much like the poem Ian likes very much— "The strong pass is like a wall of iron, yet with firm strides, we are conquering its summit."
Fearless of obstacles, forging ahead with a strong will—this is what it means to be strong, this is what it means to be a true man!
Not like this coward Translucent, who is arrogant when meeting the weak, timid when meeting the strong, and even begs to die on his knees!
"Oh no! Save me, save me, please save me, I... I don't want to..."
Translucent's face was deathly pale, lying on the ground clutching his bleeding lower body, wailing in pain.
At this moment, he was still displaying that pathetic, weak posture, unaware that Ian was already sick and tired of this guy.
Sizzle!!
Two more Heat Vision rays shot out fiercely, and Translucent's head exploded like a watermelon, killing him on the spot.
"We need to leave this place first and find a safe location where we can develop the drug."
Dr. Vogelbaum glanced at the corpse on the ground and said quickly.
"Otherwise, Vought International will send stronger superpowered individuals and an Armed Squad."
As the chief scientist of Vought International, Dr. Jonah Vogelbaum is a smart man; he clearly knows that he and Ian are now in the same boat.
At this moment, he has no choice but to see it through to the end, otherwise, he will face liquidation by Vought International.
Therefore, they must escape from here before the people from Vought International arrive; otherwise, once those guys get here, they are dead meat.
As a former high-level executive at Vought International, he knows the methods of CEO Stan Edgar and just how powerful this company is.
Relying solely on Ian's abilities, it is simply impossible to contend with them.
However.
"No, you are wrong, Dr. Vogelbaum."
Ian shook his head, walked slowly into the gradually opening elevator, and pressed the button for the 99th floor.
Dr. Vogelbaum and Grace stepped in, looking at him with puzzled expressions, seemingly not understanding what Ian meant by what he just said.
"What's wrong?" Dr. Vogelbaum asked. "The enemy is strong and we are weak, isn't running away the right thing to do?"
"Who said we are weak?" Ian raised an eyebrow and asked back.
Dr. Vogelbaum was stunned, staring intently at Ian. He could clearly see that on the other man's sharp-featured face, there was not a shred of fear, only a kind of... faint anticipation and excitement?
This guy is excited? What is he excited about?
Vogelbaum was puzzled.
Normally, when offending an organization and power much stronger than oneself, shouldn't one run as far away as possible?
Furthermore, they are currently inside the Vought International building, surrounded by danger, yet Ian here is not only not nervous but actually showing an excited look. Why is that?
"Dr. Vogelbaum, why would you think that when facing Vought International, we should be running away right now?"
Ian extended his right hand, spread his fingers, and then suddenly clenched them, as if holding the entire world firmly in his grasp.
"Is there a possibility that I am stronger than them, stronger than you all imagine, and that it is actually they who should be running away?"
Vogelbaum and Grace were both stunned, standing there, looking at Ian with his confident smile in disbelief.
This guy, is he crazy?
In fact, Ian really isn't crazy; he truly has this confidence.
Since absorbing the energy from Grace's tumor, he has realized that his strength and abilities have become much stronger than before.
If Ian's strength was 10 when he first arrived here using the body of the Ian from The Boys, then after absorbing the energy from Grace's tumor, his strength reached 13.
And in Ian's view, Homelander is a 9, so he doesn't need to worry about Homelander or those armed personnel from Vought International at all.
The only thing he needs to worry about is a nuclear bomb.
This is the ultimate weapon capable of destroying any carbon-based life form.
Ian doesn't know if he can solo a nuke with his own body's defense.
After all, he was defined as a Level 3 Mutant over in Marvel; although his body defense is strong now, and he possesses Heat Vision and Energy Absorption abilities, his body's recovery ability is still relatively average.
If he were to be injured by a nuclear bomb, it would probably be very difficult to recover.
However, this is the headquarters of Vought International; unless a necessary, serious accident occurs, it is impossible for a nuclear bomb to explode here.
In this way, Ian can naturally be unscrupulous here with peace of mind.
"Uh... forgive me for speaking bluntly, Mr. Ian," Dr. Vogelbaum asked with some confusion. "What are you going to do next?"
"Of course, it's to kill people first, and then... take control of this place."
Ian spread his fingers, a glint of malevolent ferocity flashing in his eyes.
He doesn't have that much time to create an organization, or join some bullshit organization to fight against Vought International.
If there is any place best suited to develop a drug that surpasses compound v, it is naturally Vought Internationalheadquarters.
So, he, Ian, is going to fight the entire fucking Vought International all by himself!!
Beat them into submission, and then turn Vought International into an obedient dog at his feet!!
Ding!
At this moment, the elevator doors slowly opened.
Cold gun barrels, pitch-black and smelling of gunpowder, were aimed at Ian the moment the doors opened.
But before these soldiers could react, Ian had already made his move.
"Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Chapter 7: The Veteran Superhero Black Noir
When the rampaging test subject pulled down his pants, cradled his privates in his right hand, yelled something about a sword, and then sprayed with all his might, everything became horrifying.
The soldiers facing this rampaging test subject were losing their composure; in all their years alive, this was the first time they had seen a monster that killed with its privates.
Which idiot researcher created such a terrifying monster?
At this very moment, facing Ian's Ultimate Bladder Sword, these soldiers didn't even have time to pull their triggers before they were decimated by the urine, which contained terrifying energy.
The soldiers behind them turned pale, looking at the terrifying test subject in front of them with horror.
How could this still be considered one of those superhuman test subjects? It was practically some kind of living, terrifying monster.
It was simply not something that human power could contend with.
So, they resorted to external forces!
"Quick! Use the Screamer No. 1 ultrasonic concussion grenade, let this yellow-skinned bastard sober up and learn who the master is here!"
The squad leader, Gulliman, roared. She was Brazilian, with bronze skin and a tall figure, having come to Americato grind for many years before becoming one of the squad captains for Vought International.
Seeing that monster killing with urine, she was naturally filled with fear.
After all, she wasn't one of the superhumans in The Seven; she had no powerful Superpowers and was just an ordinary person.
Getting splashed by the urine would cause injury, or even death.
But even so, relying on her years of combat experience, she still calmly commanded the soldiers who hadn't yet broken down.
They had brought sonic weapons specifically designed to counter superhumans, and with Black Noir's support, there was no way they couldn't subdue this rampaging test subject!
As Gulliman gave the order, the terrified soldiers sprang into action, pulling black grenades from their waist pouches, pulling the pins, and throwing them toward Ian.
The ultrasonic concussion grenade was a weapon Vought International specifically designed to target superhumans.
Once detonated, it could release 20kHz+ high-frequency ultrasonic waves, creating resonance in enclosed spaces, with an intensity sufficient to rupture a superhuman's inner ear, induce nausea and vomiting, and cause temporary incapacitation.
More than a dozen ultrasonic concussion grenades were thrown at Ian and the other two; the power of such an attack was self-evident.
It seemed that Vought International's top brass no longer cared whether Vogelbaum and Grace lived or died.
After all, the strength Ian had displayed was indeed greater than that of many others, and in the eyes of the top brass, he was an asset belonging to their company.
However, when these grenades were thrown, what kind of result would there be when facing Ian, who possessed Energy Absorption, laser eyes, and super defense?
To this, Ian provided his answer.
Boom! Hum!!
The kinetic energy from the explosion and the sonic energy released were immediately absorbed by Ian at 25% efficiency.
These energies were gradually absorbed and converted, gathering within Ian's body, causing his physique to become scorching hot and his strength to increase a bit.
"Returning this to you! Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Without any hesitation, Ian's combat instinct drove his body to reflexively counterattack. The terrifying power, having just been absorbed, was converted and then erupted, gushing out with Ian's movements.
"Ah! My leg!!"
"No, I don't want to die... ugh, ah!!!"
"No, he's a monster, he isn't even afraid of sonic weapons!!"
"..."
Almost in an instant, under the impact of the terrifying energy, Gulliman's armed squad was completely wiped out.
Only she remained, a lone commander standing on the spot, staring blankly at the terrifying figure before her that resembled a demon.
Gulliman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the severed limbs, remains, and bloodstains covering the ground, and then looked at the expressionless, terrifying figure before her.
As if she had seen something incredibly absurd, she suddenly started laughing.
Her laughter was extremely harsh, immediately drawing the attention of Black Noir, who was in the shadows.
Black Noir glanced at Gulliman indifferently, his face devoid of any expression.
He could feel that Gulliman's harsh laughter was filled with despair.
The kind of despair that comes from realizing that no matter how you struggle, you cannot survive and can only face death with resignation.
But was Gulliman the only one in despair?
Of course not.
In fact, the moment Black Noir saw Ian tanking more than a dozen ultrasonic concussion grenades, his expression also turned grave.
As a veteran superhero, Black Noir was born in the 1960s and became a superhero during the same period as Soldier Boy.
In his early years, he was a member of Payback, proficient with blades, guns, and staffs, skilled in infiltration and assassination. He not only possessed super physical strength but also rapid regeneration; he could be considered a true veteran superhero.
Yet even so, Black Noir couldn't guarantee that he could tank more than a dozen ultrasonic concussion grenades without changing his expression.
This point alone was enough to make Black Noir heighten his vigilance.
He leaned against the doorframe, using the wall to shield his body, then took a deep breath, his peripheral vision locked tightly onto Ian, who had just killed Gulliman.
Seeing Ian turn his back, Black Noir gripped the alloy katana in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
This was it—the perfect opportunity to move and subdue this guy!
Black Noir's heart tightened, and he immediately stomped his foot, his figure moving like lightning as he shot out.
Whoosh!!
The sharp blade instantly tore through the air, erupting with a fierce whistling sound; even the light refracted from the ceiling's incandescent lamp was severed, reflecting an unstoppable, chilling gleam!
Seeing that Ian had no reaction, Black Noir felt a surge of joy, and the blade in his hand hacked fiercely onto the opponent's shoulder.
In his view, since Stan Edgar wanted to capture this test subject alive, he had to spare the target's life. Hacking at the shoulder would severely injure the target and cause them to lose combat capability without being fatal—it was the best choice.
However.
Clang!!
As if hacking into the hardest metal in the world, the katana in Black Noir's hand couldn't advance an inch, and it even cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.
It wasn't until the fragments began to fall bit by bit that he reacted, quickly retreating to put some distance between himself and Ian.
But even so, Black Noir was still utterly stunned.
What on earth... was going on?
...
"Master Ian, watch out!"
When Black Noir rushed behind Ian, Grace exclaimed, quickly issuing a warning.
But Ian acted as if he hadn't heard, not caring in the slightest about the sneak attack from behind.
In fact, Ian had long since discovered Black Noir's tracks and knew this sly dog would come out to ambush him.
But at this moment, with his strength tripled and the enhancement of his energy, his defense was even more formidable than before.
So he didn't care at all whether Black Noir would ambush him.
To put it in gaming terms, if you had built dozens of armor items and the enemy assassin wasn't even dealing damage to you, would you care about them?
That was exactly what Ian was thinking right now.
However, after being struck by Black Noir, he quickly turned around. Looking at the retreating Black Noir, Iantilted his head and suddenly said:
"Huh? A punching bag has arrived? Just in time to test exactly how much strength I have now..."
The next moment, he strode forward, quickly rushing to Black Noir's front. The airflow was ripped apart as he violently raised his leg and kicked explosively toward the opponent's lower body.
Black Noir's pupils contracted sharply, and he blocked with his hands in front of him, defending with all his might.
Bang!!
A terrifying force erupted with a boom, instantly shattering the air. Shockwaves flew as Black Noir was sent flying backward like a cannonball, hitting the wall with such force that it shook violently and cracked with intricate, spiderweb-like fissures.
Black Noir slid down from the wall and collapsed onto the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood from behind his mask.
But strangely, he felt excited.
Unprecedented excitement!
You have to know, ever since being bullied by Soldier Boy, Black Noir had always maintained the image of a cold-blooded killer and had never lost his composure.
But now, fighting this rampaging test subject actually made him this excited.
So excited that... even his junk had inevitably popped a tent, damn it!!
"Seems like the strength is alright. But since Black Noir has shown up, that bunch of dog-ass top brass at Vought International must also be observing the situation here through the surveillance cameras, right?"
Thinking this, Ian raised his head and looked at a camera on the ceiling with a flashing red light pointed directly at him. He grinned, revealing his ghastly white teeth.
"Everyone, prepare to welcome your new master!"
Chapter 8: Smart People Are Always in Control
The current time is 8:37 PM on March 10, 2019.
Do you believe that there is someone in this world who can kill another person with pee?
Stan Edgar didn't believe it at first. As the CEO of Vought International, he held immense power and ruled the roost; even The Seven, led by Homelander, had to listen to him.
He knew all too well what these super-powered individuals created by compound v were capable of.
Although these guys had powerful Superpowers, under the deliberate control of Vought International, every single one of them had obvious character flaws. Even with great power, they were still weaklings to some extent.
Stan Edgar never thought they were that strong. After all, in the eyes of smart people, these fools were very easy to control.
But now, he seemed to see a much more arrogant and unreasonable fellow.
That guy not only killed his men with pee, but even mocked him and provoked the company he belonged to.
Although Stan Edgar didn't really care about this, he felt that he needed to give the guy a proper warning.
It wouldn't do for Vought International's assets to be disobedient.
"Madelyn, send the second squad to disrupt him with sonic weapons, and assist Black Noir in capturing this rampaging test subject."
Stan Edgar said expressionlessly to the tall, blonde Madelyn Stillwell beside him, who was wearing a red dress adorned with black patterns.
"Holy shit! Sir, do you really think Black Noir plus another Armed Squad can defeat that guy?"
Before Madelyn could reply, A-Train, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but step forward and butt in.
He was a Black man wearing sunglasses and a blue skin-tight suit, with bulging muscles, giving off a strong superhero vibe.
But at this moment, A-Train's face was filled with panic. After all, he had just seen how Ian fought those armed personnel.
The opponent's defense and attack methods were definitely something he couldn't match, and A-Trainbelieved that Black Noir stood absolutely no chance against that guy.
Didn't they see that Black Noir had just rushed up to launch a sneak attack, only to be kicked flying by him?
With the opponent's strength, sending a few more squads of armed personnel over would be utterly useless!
"Of course I know it is a futile effort."
Surprisingly, Stan Edgar still maintained his elegant posture. There was not a trace of panic on his face; instead, he exuded a calm confidence of someone who had everything under control.
As a smart man, he had already gained a general understanding of Ian's abilities and strength when he watched the surveillance footage earlier.
"This rampaging test subject has Super Durability, can withstand bullets and high-explosive armor-piercing shells, can kill people with pee, and can release Laser Vision just like Homelander."
Stan Edgar said calmly, exuding the composure of a superior, which temporarily suffocated Madelyn and A-Train beside him.
"But A-Train, you are being a bit too panicked. This makes me doubt whether letting you join The Seven was a mistake."
A-Train glanced at Stan Edgar, momentarily at a loss for words.
In fact, he felt that this fried-chicken-loving Black old man had gone a bit crazy. Things had fucking escalated to this point, and he was still sending people to their deaths?
What the hell did this old bastard want to do?!
"Okay, I've sent the word. But Stan, do you need me to notify Homelander to come over?"
After tapping on her phone a few times, Madelyn looked up, smiled at Stan Edgar, and asked.
After all, Homelander was the core of The Seven and the strongest superhuman asset of Vought International.
As long as Homelander was dispatched, that rampaging test subject would be subdued in an instant and obediently listen to Vought International.
That was why Madelyn asked Stan if they should send Homelander.
After all, Homelander was currently out with Queen Maeve and two other members of The Seven, executing a mission to rescue a crashed plane.
If they notified Homelander, the plane and its passengers would likely not survive.
"No need,"
Stan replied. Squinting his eyes, he stared intently at the screen in front of him and said in a deep voice,
"Although this test subject's abilities are indeed strong, it doesn't mean we are weaker than him in any way."
"Madelyn, the biggest difference between humans and beasts is that we humans possess wisdom and use our brains to fight our enemies."
"Smart people are always in control."
However, the moment his words fell, Black Noir, who was fighting Ian on the screen, was instantly decapitated. Shot in the neck by Ian's Ultimate Bladder Sword, he turned into a corpse and collapsed to the ground.
"Are you still in control now?" A-Train asked weakly. "Shouldn't we run away?"
Stan Edgar: "..."
He took a deep breath, his expression remaining unchanged, and said,
"Everything is under my control. He must have a purpose for coming to this 99th floor. We will wait and see. Trust me, smart people are always in control."
...
"Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
The terrifying, energy-filled liquid instantly tore through the air, splashing out and slicing right through Black Noir's neck.
Black Noir's face, hidden beneath his mask, was filled with disbelief and utter terror. He never expected that just as he was getting excited, he would be instantly killed by Ian.
After taking out Black Noir, Ian's face remained completely calm. To him, this was merely a test.
A test of how strong his current power actually was. Besides, Black Noir's death in the show was incredibly pathetic.
The first-generation Black Noir was crippled by Soldier Boy and then killed by Homelander, essentially suffering a double-kill by the father-son duo.
The second-generation Black Noir was even killed by that guy, The Deep, dying in a truly pathetic way.
This left Ian with little sense of achievement even after killing Black Noir, just as a person wouldn't feel happy over the life or death of a few ants.
However, Dr. Vogelbaum and Grace behind him rejoiced in their hearts and let out a sigh of relief.
The moment they saw Black Noir appear, the two of them thought they were doomed, fearing that Ian might be defeated by Black Noir and turn into Vought International's plaything to be fucked by anyone.
They hadn't expected Ian to actually be this strong. Just as he said, Black Noir was like a little girl in front of him, completely defenseless, and was directly peed to death.
"Let's go. Take us to Vought International's core office now, and let those guys learn the way of the world."
"Only the strong can control everything."
Ian turned his head to look at the two behind him and said.
Dr. Vogelbaum nodded and then walked ahead of him to lead the way.
The three of them walked along the corridor, turned a few corners, and arrived in front of a door.
Next to the door was an identification plaque with several large words written in English:
"[Executive Area, President's Office]"
Chapter 9: One Smart Person Is Enough!
A-Train felt as though he had never experienced such a tormenting moment; even when he first learned that he had become a member of The Seven, it was only a fleeting moment of excitement.
At this moment, he was standing in the CEO's office, waiting alongside Edgar and Madelyn for the arrival of that runaway test subject.
He felt an unprecedented sense of torment.
This torment was like habitually opening a porn site before bed, thinking you'd have a quick wank before sleep, only to find that you just couldn't finish.
He had never been like this before; even when facing Homelander, he had only ever broken out in a cold sweat.
But now, A-Train discovered that his "member" was standing at attention.
Seeing his reaction, Madelyn, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but step back a few paces, her eyes filled with a deeply hidden disgust as she looked at A-Train.
As Stan Edgar's assistant and a Senior Vice President at Vought International, she managed the superhumans in The Seven and knew exactly how perverted these guys were.
Seeing the state of A-Train's lower body, she felt as disgusted as if she had just swallowed a dead fly.
This was a life-or-death moment, yet this guy was still thinking about such filthy things; he was truly a pervert among perverts!
A-Train naturally felt the flash of disgust in Madelyn's eyes, but he couldn't explain himself at that moment.
Could he really say that his "member" was standing at attention because of the monster outside who killed people with urine?
That sounded even more perverted, didn't it?
"Are we just going to stand here and wait to die?"
He finally couldn't bear the eerie silence any longer and asked Stan Edgar, who was standing next to him, his face filled with a mixture of questioning and confusion.
"Sir, I admit that your wisdom is unparalleled and you never panic, but if we just stand here and do nothing, it is highly likely that we will be pissed to death by that monster who kills with urine."
"Who said we aren't doing anything?"
Stan glanced at him indifferently, his face remaining as calm as a deep, still well, as if the Ian outside was just another superhuman he could easily handle.
"A-Train, your panicked state disappoints me. I had assumed that as a member of The Seven, you would be braver and use your brain more."
"But now... you are just like a bug, and even..." Stan's gaze shifted downward, catching sight of A-Train's aroused lower body. "In this situation, you can still feel sexual desire for Madelyn? You are truly disgusting."
A-Train desperately wanted to explain that his condition was a result of fear, but Stan Edgar didn't give him the chance, continuing:
"I have already discerned his intentions; he is very likely here to negotiate with us. So, A-Train, as long as we hold the bargaining chips, we will not die."
"Furthermore... you have been removed from The Seven. I will select a superhuman similar to you to replace your position."
"As for what comes after, you should head back to the black neighborhoods in Brooklyn."
Before A-Train could argue, a sound came from the direction of the door.
Bang!! The door was sliced clean in two, then fell to the ground under the force of gravity, kicking up clouds of dust.
Amidst the slowly dissipating smoke, three figures gradually appeared in everyone's line of sight.
Following this, Ian, who was in the lead, strode up to the desk, his gaze sweeping indifferently over A-Train, Stan Edgar, and Madelyn Stillwell inside the CEO's office.
"What do you want?"
Stan Edgar did not change his expression, maintaining that same calm and composed look on his face, as if nothing could move him.
And in fact, that was true; this year was 2019, and he had already become the CEO of Vought International back in 1980.
Nearly forty years as CEO had allowed him to see all sorts of people: superhumans, scientists, and even the politicians standing at the very pinnacle of America.
If even those big shots couldn't cause his emotions to fluctuate, then the Ian standing before him certainly wouldn't either.
Furthermore, he felt he had already guessed what Ian was after.
"The entirety of Vought International."
Ian plopped down into the chair, crossed his legs, and made himself comfortable, looking at the black man before him with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course."
Stan Edgar nodded, maintaining his nonchalant expression, and said noncommittally.
"Although Vought International is a company that manages superheroes, if its controller were a superhuman, I believe it would set a new trend internationally."
Ian glanced at the black man in surprise, seemingly not having expected the other party to agree so readily.
"You are very smart."
Edgar raised an eyebrow: "Of course."
It seemed he had successfully pacified this runaway test subject.
"But one smart person is enough!"
What did that mean? Edgar hadn't yet processed it.
Ian shrugged, his eyes suddenly glowing with a crimson light. A thick beam instantly tore through the air, directly blasting Stan Edgar's head into pieces.
Bang!! Like a large watermelon dropped and shattered on the ground, countless blood-red fluids and soft tissues splattered everywhere.
Even the air was polluted by the pungent odor, assaulting the noses of everyone present.
"Holy shit!!"
A-Train was stunned by this scene. Having previously seen Stan Edgar's composed, calculated demeanor, he had assumed the man had some sort of trump card to deal with this guy.
Yet, he never expected that the moment this test subject arrived, he would kill Stan Edgar outright.
This was the CEO of Vought International, for God's sake! He managed countless superhumans, possessed unimaginable wealth, and could even chat and joke with the biggest politicians in America.
And such a big shot had just died right here?
A-Train felt as if it were all a bit unreal, but the fact that his "member" was even more rigid than before clearly told him that Stan Edgar was truly dead!
Madelyn, standing beside him, was also startled; she had never imagined that things would turn out this way.
Madelyn suppressed her discomfort and looked at Ian, whose expression remained unchanged. Swallowing hard, she asked, her voice trembling:
"Do... do you not know who he is?"
"Of course I know. Stan Edgar, CEO of Vought International, and the man behind The Seven."
"And you killed him despite knowing that?"
It was Dr. Vogelbaum who asked this. He, too, had been frightened by Ian's actions, never expecting the man to kill Stan the moment he arrived.
He had assumed the two parties would engage in negotiations!
"Of course," Ian nodded, speaking nonchalantly. "I killed him, and I know exactly what I am doing."
As a transmigrator, although Ian hadn't watched much of The Boys, that didn't stop him from knowing about Homelander, the "Chicken Man," and the other characters.
Through their brief exchange, he already knew that Stan Edgar was a man with nerves of steel and superior intelligence.
And such a man was destined to interfere with his plans moving forward.
So, just when the man thought he had everything under control, Ian killed him outright.
Of course, there was another reason: Ian despised the man's attitude of treating superhumans as commodities. It was no different from those bastards in the Marvel Universe who had stripped him of his humanity.
And more importantly—he was a black man.
"I have to admit, he was indeed a smart man, but one smart person is enough."
Just as he had said before: he had been submissive enough in the Marvel Universe. Now that he had come to the world of The Boys and possessed absolute power, if he didn't strike hard, wouldn't his arrival have been for nothing?
With that thought, Ian turned to look at A-Train and Madelyn before him, baring his teeth in a threatening grin.
"You two should have both seen it just now: before Stan Edgar committed suicide, he drafted an agreement transferring all his shares and the position of CEO to me."
At this moment, in the eyes of A-Train and Madelyn, Ianappeared like a demon from hell, ruthlessly pronouncing the fate of both them and Vought International.
"So now, I am the new CEO of Vought International—and your master!"
Chapter 10: The Electro-King Ian
March 11, 2019, 9:30 AM.
New York, Manhattan, Vought Tower, 99th floor, conference room.
Madelyn hadn't slept all night and had arrived at the conference room early.
The image of Stan Edgar's death last night still lingered in her mind.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Stan's head exploding like a watermelon, with all sorts of messy things flying everywhere.
That scene was even more bloody than anything in a horror movie.
She couldn't help but glance out of the corner of her eye at the man sitting in the main seat of the conference room.
Clearly, just yesterday, the other party was on a killing spree in Vought Tower, even taking out Black Noir with urine, and killing Stan.
But today, he sat there as if nothing had happened, wearing a gentle smile as he looked at all the directors present.
This made Madelyn feel somewhat absurd, as if everything that happened last night was just a nightmare.
It seemed as if Stan had really committed suicide and left a will letting this young Chinese man inherit everything.
"Distinguished directors, my name is Ian, and I am the new CEO designated in Stan's will."
"Just yesterday, our Mr. Stan Edgar despaired of this world."
"So he chose to commit suicide and unfortunately left this world."
"Before he died, he drew up a will, transferring all of his shares to me and appointing me as the new CEO of Vought International."
As he spoke, Ian's gaze swept lightly over Madelyn, Tek Knight Robert, and Dr. Jonah Vogelbaum, who were sitting at the conference table.
These were members of the Vought International board of directors, and the board's consent was required for a change in CEO.
Ian continued, "That is the situation. I control the largest share of Vought International, and I, Ian, shall serve as the new CEO. I have finished speaking; who is in favor, and who is against?"
As his voice fell, a somewhat chubby middle-aged white man sitting diagonally across from Ian frowned slightly.
"Mr. Ian, before today, we didn't know you, and... why did Edgar die? Are you saying it was suicide just because you say so?"
His name was Antonio Henry, and he used to be in the news media business.
Later, he joined Vought International, specializing in superhero news, and was also one of the important shareholders.
"Of course."
Ian nodded, not caring at all about their suspicions.
When you possess absolute power and sit at a table talking with these ants, whatever you say goes.
This is the absolute right to speak brought about by power.
To Ian, everyone present was just a group of ants.
What is most important to him now is to have the people at Vought International develop a drug more powerful than compound v.
To complete the last dying wish of the "The Boys" Ian and completely merge with everything of his.
"Whatever I say goes."
Upon hearing this, Antonio immediately showed a look of disdain on his face and then sneered:
"Whatever you say goes? What a big mouth, kid, who do you think you are?"
"Even when Edgar was still alive, he didn't dare talk to me like that. What do you think you are..."
"Annoying fly, shut the hell up!"
Swoosh!!
Before he could finish speaking, Ian's eyes suddenly flared with crimson light.
A terrifying, searing beam suddenly tore through the air and struck Antonio's head hard.
With a bang, Antonio's balding head exploded instantly.
The other shareholders present were all stunned when they saw this scene.
What the hell is going on?
Is this guy Homelander?
Or did Edgar clone Homelander before, and then got killed when he went on a rampage?
Various questions appeared in everyone's minds, but they never got an answer.
Ian didn't care at all about the act of killing someone just now.
In fact, before holding this board meeting, he had already had Grace prepare all the information on these people.
Like Antonio, whom he had just killed so casually.
On the surface, he looked like a business tycoon, but in secret, he had imprisoned dozens of teenagers in the basement of his villa for his own pleasure.
He was simply a nightmare for teenagers.
This made Ian recall the saying—boys should also protect themselves when they are out and about.
Why are there so many perverts in America?
Ian complained in his heart, but his gaze did not leave the guys in front of him.
"Is there anyone else who opposes what I just said?"
Hearing this, the shareholders looked at each other.
They knew, even without thinking hard, that it was highly likely Stan Edgar did not commit suicide at all, but was killed by the guy in front of them.
Just like killing Antonio, it was as simple as crushing an ant.
And if the other party wanted to, they, the shareholders, would also vanish in an instant.
Don't look at them as having billions of dollars in assets and being glamorous big shots on the outside.
But when faced with this kind of power that humans cannot resist, they are nothing.
Therefore.
These shareholders yielded to Ian's tyranny.
"You are right; only you can become our CEO, just like Cook from Apple."
Tek Knight Robert Vernon spoke first. He was wearing a suit, his speech and manners were elegant, looking every bit like a rich young master.
"Mr. Ian, I believe you will lead the entire Vought International to a more prosperous peak."
Other shareholders also chimed in, with fawning expressions on their faces.
In Madelyn's eyes, these guys seemed like they wished they could kneel down and lick Ian's shoes.
Thinking of Stan Edgar's death last night, she was still terrified.
If such a rampaging test subject took control of Vought International, what would our Vought become?
Madelyn felt a wave of gloom in her heart, unable to help but worry about her own fate.
She was a refined egoist; any decision she made would be based on her own interests.
Including previously deliberately getting close to Homelander and playing the role of his mother.
Since the other party could kill Stan and Antonio so casually, it was very likely he would kill her just as casually.
She needed to take some measures to keep herself safe.
Madelyn felt she had to tell Homelander and Queen Maeve about this, let them prepare, and assemble more superhumans.
As long as they killed this evil superhuman.
Then, she could let Homelander control Vought International.
And relying on her relationship with Homelander, she could imitate some empress dowagers from ancient China and rule from behind the curtain.
"Very good. Since you all think I am the well-deserved choice for CEO, then I won't be polite."
Ian nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. His eyes seemed to contain a lion, making everyone present tremble with fear.
"This is a new project, called compound vi, and its purpose is to research... better results than any compound v."
"The compound vi project needs to be launched as soon as possible, and we must increase the investment of financial and human resources. The entire focus of Vought International must be placed on this."
"I have finished speaking; who is in favor, and who is against?"
"I approve of advancing the compound vi project."
"I approve as well."
"Me too..."
Ian nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and he saw a hint of something unusual deep in Madelyn's eyes.
As if finding a target, Ian's gaze rested on Madelyn's face.
Her blonde hair fell onto her snow-white neck, adding a touch of charm.
"Very good. Since no one has any objections, you all may leave. By the way, Madelyn, you stay behind and perform oral sex on me."
With his strength, although he was only a Level 3 Mutantin Marvel, here in The Boys, he didn't have to eat beef and could do whatever he wanted.
After hearing Ian's words, Madelyn could only force a smile.
Under the pitying gazes of the departing shareholders, she reluctantly stood up and came before Ian.
Then she obediently knelt on the ground and began to serve the dragon from the East.
At the same time, the resentment in her heart grew deeper and deeper, wishing she could put Ian to death.
Just wait, as soon as Homelander and Queen Maevereturn, I will definitely make you pay!
...
Marvel Universe.
After Ian completed the first dying wish of the "The Boys" Ian, he merged with part of his abilities and essence.
Wisdom, ability, strength, memory... Ian even vaguely felt that his spirit had become more powerful.
Every time he merged with the essence of a dead Ian, he would receive an all-around boost, thereby stepping on his own left foot to climb higher.
And at this moment, although it was pitch black in the cell, Ian's eyes were exceptionally bright, comparable to 24k titanium alloy eyes.
In the cell next door, the Mutant teenager who had been beaten up by the prison guard Jimmy a few days ago was lying on the ground, his butt stuck high in the air, looking like a dead corpse.
Obviously, that Mutant teenager had also undergone all kinds of inhumane experiments and was finally tortured to death, becoming a zombie.
And after he died, Ian was also about to face the full treatment of the zombies.
Ian didn't want to die; he transmigrated to enjoy life, not to let others enjoy it.
So he raised his right hand to the collar on his neck, feeling the cold metallic texture of this Mutant Controller.
"The Mutant Controller essentially achieves the purpose of controlling Mutant abilities by suppressing the X-gene."
"But my Energy Absorption was obtained through another segment of DNA altered by compound v, perhaps I can exploit this bug."
"And... with my current Energy Absorption efficiency, I should be able to drain the electrical energy of this Mutant Controller, right?"
Thinking of it, he did it. Ian was never indecisive. He directly grabbed the collar on his neck with both hands and then exerted force.
Following that—
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!!
Countless blue electric arcs, like dense little snakes, bloomed at Ian's neck, helping him cosplay the Electro-King.
This current was a full 100,000 volts. If an ordinary person were shocked, they would have likely been sent to the afterlife.
But under the effect of Energy Absorption, 25% of these electric arcs were quickly absorbed. Although there were still arcs jumping and stinging Ian's body.
But with Ian's strong will, what was this mere current?!
Damn, Energy Absorption, suck it up!!