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Chapter 558 Walter's Bloody Rise to Power
Anyone with eyes could see that the undefeated Black Robe Squad had been almost completely wiped out today.

However, they were not destroyed in a real battle, but in the terrifying alcohol battlefield of the Russian mafia—it turns out that the fighting race in the cold, frozen land may indeed have vodka flowing in their veins, perhaps less than one percent of their blood.

Ma Zhaodi, who looked refreshed, shrugged. He was the only one who was alright at the moment—after all, he was there to get others drunk, not to be drunk, so all the drinks went into the store. He didn't actually drink much, but he just looked like he was drinking.

"That's enough. When those people got really into it, they even pulled out a PPSh-45 to play Russian roulette."

Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes: "Luckily I reacted quickly and unloaded all the bullets from the magazine and the chamber. Tomorrow when they sober up and remember that they were planning to play a death round with submachine guns today, they'll all have to call me their savior—I already told you I was here to gather intelligence, why did you all have to come here?"

The butcher finally finished vomiting. He turned around and carried the collapsed Kimiko out, sneering, "I didn't hear a calm and cautious super agent gathering intelligence on the phone. I only heard some birdman drinking and singing at a party, making it seem like a festival."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd joined an organization."

"I didn't join before today, but I joined after today."

Ma Zhaodi also helped pull the breast milk and Frankie out of the car: "After today, we'll most likely be considered one of our own by these people—although I don't really need their help."

"So what exactly did you ask?"

"Several members of this group met with Edgar yesterday."

"Who?"

The butcher was startled: "Stan Edgar? That old geezer from the Vought Company?"

"More or less." Ma Zhaodi mumbled, "He said something to those members, and then they left New York and went to Russia."

Why Russia?

The butcher frowned, utterly perplexed: "What connection does Vought have with Russia?"

"Oh, in a sense, yes."

Ma Zhaodi asked, "Didn't your old flame in the CIA tell you that after Sagewood captured Storm Woman, they found some very horrifying information in her house?"

"What information? Wasn't what happened in the sage forest terrifying enough?"

"Hard to say."

Ma Zhaodi started the car and asked, "Do you know the founder of the Water Corporation?"

"Frederic Walter."

The butcher said impatiently, "The Water Company has publicized his heroic deeds thousands of times. A highly respected patriotic scientist, a pillar of our country who fled persecution and devoted himself to our cause. The story is so fake that it makes people want to vomit."

"Yes, Storm has a true version of the story."

Ma Zhaodi replied, "He is Jewish, but he earned his doctorate from the University of Munich in Bavaria, Germany, and is a super genius in genetics."

The butcher's expression changed.

“The Seele who failed the World War II exam appointed him as the chief physician of the Dachau concentration camp in 1939—at that time, Walter was already researching compound five.”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the car sobered up. Kimiko, Breast Milk, and Franky sat up straight, listening to the astonishing information that Ma Zhaodi was giving.

“As you all know without me saying it, a Jewish scientist who can conduct such a crucial research project under the direction of the German Führer must have a very pure stance and ability, so pure that the Germans would accept him—coincidentally, his Jewish identity became the key to his later escape from Germany.” Ma Zhaodi paused.

"Walter obtained far more 'experimental materials' in the concentration camp than Storm obtained in the Sagewood Forest, enough to support him in testing the initial version of Compound 5—you can probably guess who the first user of the initial version of Compound 5 was."

"Xie'er?"

“Seele doesn’t want the original version, Seele only wants the most perfect version.” Ma Zhaodi shook his head: “Let me be blunt, Wot married a hot German female member and injected her with the first version of Compound V.”

The butcher was startled: "Storm Woman?!"

"That's right. They found her wedding photos with Walter in Storm's house, as well as photos of key figures like Seele and Heinrich. They were even on good terms with each other."

"How old is that monster woman?"

"Born in 1919, you're old enough to be everyone's grandmother—or great-grandmother, anyway, it's terrifying, brother."

“Wait a minute,” Franky couldn’t help but ask, “Then why weren’t they purged? And weren’t there blood feud squads during World War II? How did Vought become an American ally back then?”

"Walter is a smart man with a sharp mind. In 1944, he realized that something was wrong and that Seele seemed to be going to lose, so he took his wife and went straight for the kill."

Ma Zhaodi chuckled: "He was probably one of the most successful 'resource-seeking' types. After arriving in the United States, he transformed into a patriotic scientist, helping to create superhumans to fight against Germany—Roosevelt was overjoyed and granted him a pardon."

"And then a Jew from the original Spicy Crispy camp became one of the most successful entrepreneurs in America?"

Breast milk sighed: "This joke isn't funny at all."

Please do not use the word 'original'.

Ma Zhaodi spoke up again: "I don't know what the higher-ups at Vought are thinking, but judging from Storm's notes, she has never forgotten her position."

Wow, this is amazing?

Franky's eyes lit up: "If the CIA exposes Walter's remnants of his gang, they're doomed!"

"It's hard."

Ma Zhaodi spoke up again: "Edgar is probably just fooling Storm, using her as a pawn to perfect Compound V. Only Storm herself is a true die-hard fan. Walter just needs to make one more righteous cut."

"So what does this have to do with Russia?"

"Although no superhumans appeared in the Soviet Union during World War II, the one who knows you best is always your enemy. Given the Soviet Union's intelligence capabilities, I don't think Compound V, which was moving between the United States and Germany, could have escaped the other side's intelligence network."

At this point, Ma Zhaodi stopped the car, pulled Franky and Breast out, and walked into the stronghold like carrying two chickens.

The butcher followed closely behind.

"You mean, the Soviet Union had the intelligence and the capability to steal Compound V?"

“No, ordinary Compound V wouldn’t make Edgar go out of his way to find it at this time.”

Ma Zhaodi asserted: "This must be something quite important, related to Vought back then, and capable of solving Vought's current predicament—and it's right here in Russia."

(End of this chapter)