Chapter 192 "Use blood and fire to gain shock and awe"
conference room.
After turning off the display screen that covered most of the wall, Lango rubbed his brows tiredly.
Two hours ago, he held a brief video conference with senior officials from the judicial and law enforcement circles, co-chaired by Colonel Mallory and Congressman Newman.
Of course, this brief is for people like Newman who have to face multiple meetings every day, but for Lango, the past two hours have been a torment. If he had to choose, he would rather fight with the people of his motherland again. , and do not want to deal with these big figures in the military and political circles for a long time.
But the result is still good, and both parties have reached a certain tacit understanding.
"Use superhumans to fight superhumans."
In the face of those superpowers who violated the law and discipline under the Vought Corporation, the authorities have not failed to try to bring them to justice in conventional ways, arresting and trying them as ordinary criminals.
However, these beings who have completely ignored the law are undoubtedly an unmatched disaster for ordinary police officers. They have had many tragic cases where hundreds of police officers died heroically, but still failed to capture the superhuman criminals.
The amount of pensions spent each year as a result of these incidents is huge, and more seriously, it greatly damages the image and prestige of law enforcement agencies in the eyes of the public.
If things go on like this, it will inevitably affect the election results and trigger a series of chain reactions, which they are trying to avoid.
Even if the superhuman criminal is successfully captured, new problems will follow:
The government has not set up a prison specifically to detain super criminals, so even if they are caught, where will they be imprisoned?
You must know that many states in North America do not have the death penalty. If such dangerous individuals are put into ordinary prisons, the risk of their escape is extremely high, which may trigger prison riots, and then they will suffer a huge loss.
Therefore, not only were they not disgusted with the actions of Lango and his team, but with the guarantee of Colonel Mallory, Congress and law enforcement agencies gave [The Log Cabin] broad authorization and privileges.
The vivid description is that if superhumans are treated as a black group, then [Woodhouse] law enforcement officers can directly "empty their magazines" if they find that the other party has a tendency to resist.
However, in view of Vought's deep background and the strategic value of Compound No. 5, the government is still unwilling to conflict with it head-on.
Therefore, this "villain" role naturally fell on the shoulders of [Woodhouse].
To support the operations of [Chalets], the government provides a variety of assistance including law enforcement licenses and funding.
Of the annual appropriation of up to $30 million, the first $10 million has been received and is sitting on the company's books.
Compared with the Walt Company, this money may not be as much as the salary of a movie made by Motherland or Queen Maeve, but it is enough for the start-up [Woodhouse].
Speaking of which, Colonel Mallory felt a little embarrassed, thinking that such an allocation was too meager compared to the risks and sacrifices undertaken by the members of [Chalet].
After all, in the eyes of outsiders like them, what Lango and his friends are doing is betraying their own superhuman race and arresting their compatriots, and it is extremely dangerous. If the allocation is small, it is inevitable that the employees' salaries and benefits will also be reduced. The post-sacrifice pension will be below average, and the value behind it is seriously inconsistent with the return received.
But Lango didn't think it mattered. These so-called law enforcement officers in the company were almost all prisoners he picked out from the [wooden house] in the original world. Most of them were dark creatures. It was useless to give them money. It would be useful to let them out for some ventilation. They are already considered gifts.
Putting aside the operational funds provided to Butcher and the others, as well as the daily expenses to maintain the company's operations, Lange even believed that he could embezzle more than 20 million every year.
"Then we will implement the plan you planned, Lange?" Newman sorted out the documents and looked up at Lange.
"Of course, just wait and hear the good news."
Lango clapped his hands confidently and then announced, "OK, that's the end of today's meeting."
After nodding to a few people, he yawned and prepared to go out. He had promised Mavis to take her around the neighborhood. It was the first time for the little bat to come to the new world and he was very curious about it.
Rango felt that this place was no different from the previous New York, except that there were fewer man-eating monsters and more killing superhumans.
"Rango."
Colonel Mallory hurriedly stopped him, came to him, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of anxiety: "What you promised me before"
"Don't worry, Colonel."
Lange patted her shoulder and smiled: "You should give me some time to prepare. If nothing happens, you will be able to continue to be your grandma before long."
Mallory was not fooled easily this time. This was the second time Lango delayed her. She looked obviously impatient, "Don't forget, you made a promise to me."
Lango paused before leaving. After thinking for a moment, he gave a clear answer: "Just wait, no more than a week at most, and I will definitely give you an answer."
After finishing speaking, he strode out of the conference room, leaving Colonel Mallory and Newman standing opposite each other.
Newman's face remained calm without any disturbance. As the head of the new White House office, she is undoubtedly a qualified politician who knows when to remain silent and when to ask questions.
However, it seems that the cooperation between Colonel Mallory and Lango is not as stable as reported by the outside world. This is good news.
night.
On the broad rooftop like a hanging garden on the top floor of the company, an uninvited guest fell from the sky.
He looked at the surrounding environment with a complicated expression. Empty wine bottles were scattered on the table, and two barbecue machines dripping with grease were placed in the corner. There was still a faint aroma of alcohol and barbecue in the air.
The people of the motherland frowned slightly. Is this the [Wooden House] headquarters specially established to target superhumans?
"You came a little later than I expected." A voice sounded from the stairs.
The next second, Lango appeared in front of him.
This guy still looks that casual and uninhibited, holding a cigar in his right hand, holding a dog leash in his left hand, and underneath the chain is a
When the people of the motherland saw it clearly, their faces were full of disbelief, their eyes were filled with anger, and laser rays instantly condensed in their eye sockets, almost erupting out.
His girlfriend, who had disappeared in the storm for many days, now had mutilated legs, was wearing a tight-fitting rubber suit, her mouth was tightly stuffed with an alloy ball, and she was bound by chains, like a bitch, being led by Rango at will.
"Hey? Don't look at me like that. This was not my idea." Lange spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
To be honest, the current state of the storm really had nothing to do with him. After the female Nazi's leg was torn off, he handed her over to the gang in the cabin and asked them to control this guy.
In the end, I don’t know if those monsters had been with Quagma for a long time, and they had developed such a vulgar habit under their influence, dressing up Storm like a horse-riding Starfury.
And because of this woman's special physique, they specially prepared a round alloy ball and stuffed it into her mouth as a ball.
But fortunately, it was done just to satisfy their bad taste, and it was not really treated as a Star Fury. After all, the model alone was completely different.
"Woo~oooo!"
When Feng Feng saw the people from her motherland, a glimmer of life flashed in her eyes. She tried desperately to convey a message for help, but the alloy ball and chain in her mouth made her only whimper vaguely, and her saliva fell from the corner of her mouth, looking extremely helpless.
Seeing this, she became anxious, and purple lightning began to surge from her arms, trying to break through the restraints on her body, but just as the lightning flashed
Snap——!
Lango slapped him out without hesitation. Storm suddenly fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and the electric light on his body dissipated, as if his will was completely defeated.
"Don't feel bad, buddy." Lange advised the motherland who was still in a dazed state: "You have been with her for so long, haven't you noticed yet? This woman is a Nazi fanatic at heart. In just a few minutes Before, she was still trying to convince me to join forces with you to carry out a genocidal plan in the East and Africa, dreaming of letting the glory of Aryan shine on the earth forever. "
The motherland took a deep breath, glanced at the storm, and spoke in a low and questioning voice: "Are you doing this just to get back at me?"
Lange shook his head gently, with a helpless smile on his lips: "John, I have always regarded you as a friend, how can I retaliate against you?"
Hearing the long-lost name "John", the eyes of the motherland trembled slightly.
This name brought back memories of his childhood. It was the name given to him by scientific researchers in the laboratory. He didn't expect that Lange also knew this secret.
From this point of view, this newly established [Woodhouse] has already collected a lot of superhuman information. "I just want to tell you," Lango's tone became serious, and he looked directly into the eyes of his motherland, "It is really not a wise choice to become an enemy of me for such a woman who is corrupted by extreme ideas. "
After saying that, as if to further prove his point, he gently stroked Storm's head, which was wrapped in tight rubber clothing, and then ordered her in a contemptuous tone: "Now, kneel down and serve me. Make me comfortable, I’ll consider letting you go.”
Feng Feng was stunned when he heard this, and turned his eyes to the motherland opposite. Seeing this, Lange smashed the woman's head straight, "Don't look at him, this is the headquarters of my company, and you know very well who lives in it. Do you think he alone can save you from leaving?"
The motherland man said nothing, as if waiting for the other party to make a choice.
At this time, the whole person was wrapped in gelcoat, and only the eyes, nose and mouth were exposed. Storm's eyes were slightly closed. When he opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he moved his broken leg between Lango's legs.
Although the chance was slim, she didn't mind giving it a try. When she thought about the guys who were responsible for imprisoning her before, even though they were from Nazis and had killed countless people with their own hands, she couldn't help but tremble in fear. Those guys were not human beings, and they were all It's a complete ghost.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes flashing with a complex and charming light. Just when she was about to lower her head, two blazing lasers cut through the air like lightning and hit her hard on the back.
The gelcoat melted instantly due to the high temperature, revealing her hard skin. Although it was burnt to blood red and even wisps of burnt smoke came out, she was not fatally injured due to her extraordinary physique.
She turned her head to look at her motherland in disbelief. This man had held her hand a few days ago and promised to join forces with her to control the Watt Company, and finally carry out genocide against black and yellow people. But now because of
Facing her questioning gaze, the motherland's eyes did not waver at all, but instead strengthened the laser ray in her hand. As his anger increased, the intensity of the laser also increased. Finally, with a shrill whimper, Storm's heart was mercilessly penetrated, and she fell to the cold ground with eyes full of unwillingness and despair.
"Look"
Lange shrugged lightly and looked at Feng Feng's body, "Like I said, this woman is just a puppet controlled by extreme thoughts, and she will do whatever it takes to survive."
The red light in the eyes of the motherland gradually faded away, replaced by deep anger and determination.
He sneered and pointed directly at Lango: "You teamed up with the government to start a company targeting superhumans. You are not my friend, you are me, us, the enemy of all superhumans. You are a traitor! You betrayed your Race, your countrymen!”
"Ha ha."
Lango laughed and responded nonchalantly: "Believe me, buddy, everything I did had nothing to do with superhumans, it was all to deal with Walter Company."
"Walter represents superhumanity!" The people of the motherland shouted.
"That's why I want to destroy it." Lango's tone was full of sarcasm, "I've seen the news. Because of reasons you don't understand, the support rate has dropped significantly. The Super Seven even promoted Starlight. Once you become co-captain, your voice has declined again.”
"Oh, right." He then raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I heard that she has some dirty information about you. If it is exposed, no fans will support you anymore, and you will become That poor guy who no one cares about and doesn't love anymore, just like you did in your childhood."
The motherland man looked gloomy and said angrily: "If it weren't for you, I could have torn off that woman's limbs one by one and forced to find out the whereabouts of those dirty materials."
After hearing this, Lange immediately shook his head and said seriously: "Victims who lose limbs will go into shock. If you want to interrogate, you must start small, fingers, toes, ears."
“Enough!!!”
The motherland man interrupted sharply and pointed his finger at Lange, "You keep saying that you treat me as a friend, but what you do is clearly targeting me everywhere!"
"Well"
Lange shrugged, and what he said was not bad. The ultimate reason why he was shy and called brothers to his motherland was to make him turn against Walter's senior management, so he could only put him in a difficult situation and then blame him. On people like Edgar.
But you definitely can’t say that when facing people from the motherland.
He put on a sincere face and said softly: "John, you misunderstood my original intention. Everything I did was aimed at Walt. You are Walt's biggest superhero, so it is inevitable that you will Got caught up in it.”
He slowly approached and patted the motherland man on the shoulder in an almost affectionate manner. His tone revealed unquestionable determination: "Neither I nor [The Cabin] are your enemies, Walter, nor that damned one." The White House office is your enemy."
"Businessmen and politicians are going back and forth with each other, and they are using tricks frequently in order to eliminate us superhumans and consolidate their status!"
“And I, [Woodhouse], was born to break this situation.”
"But the [Wooden House] you built will kill a lot of superhumans!" He responded coldly, his eyes blazing. "Don't think I don't know. You have at least more than fifty crimes and evidence against superhuman beings. They will be the first to die when the time comes."
"So what?" Lange spread his hands and asked: "Those are just empty shells of power, beasts without wisdom and moral restraint. Their existence will only cause more disasters. And I am working for the future of superhuman beings." Clear away the obstacles so that the truly strong can lead us to the light.”
The motherland people frowned when they heard this, but did not speak to refute. They just stared coldly at the man in front of them.
He didn't like this guy named Lango. He could count the reasons on one hand, but he had to admit that there was some truth in his remarks.
This complex emotion made him wary and curious about Lango.
Seeing this, Lange struck while the iron was hot, and his tone became more solemn and full of temptation: "Sooner or later, you and I will be like outdated stars and old toys, put on the horse's rack by those businessmen and politicians, as if we are not Tools for leveraging value.”
"Aren't you angry about that, Co-Captain?"
The motherland finally spoke, her voice low and powerful: "I'm angry, but so what?"
"Haha." Lange smiled, a smile that promised victory: "What if you join forces with me? How about working together to change this situation?"
He put his hands on the shoulders of the motherland, stared at this guy closely, and said in a bewitching tone: "Use blood and fire! Get shock and awe! Kill him at the critical moment until he bleeds like a river!"
"Finally, you and I will have a duel, and we will decide who is the final winner at the cost of life and death!"
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The eyes of the motherland became extremely complicated at this moment. When he looked at Lango, he seemed to see another version of himself, a crazier and more unruly version of himself.
"Am I wrong?"
Lango asked him back: "Don't tell me you don't want to control Walter. A group that uses superhumans as a tool to make money. The leader should also be a superhuman, what do you think?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
After hearing what he said, the people from the motherland shook their heads and laughed, with emotion in their expressions, "Too F*cking Right! That's what I want to do most."
Lange also smiled and said: "I'm looking forward to it. Think about what we can do together. It will definitely exceed the imagination of everyone in the world."
Then the two continued to talk about some things. Although the people of the motherland were still wary and hostile towards him, at least this guy was able to listen to his words.
Perhaps it was because of Lango's equal strength, or perhaps because he was dissatisfied with the high-level policies of Walter Company.
At least the conversation between the two was quite harmonious, except of course the corpse on the ground with its heart penetrated.
After a while.
When the figures of the motherland gradually disappeared into the sky, Lange finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.
Idiot.
If only the ancient gods were so easy to fool.
(End of chapter)