Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 559 Who Doesn't Eat Beef

"So you're planning to go straight to Russia?"

"You can run, but there's no need."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand, rejecting the butcher's plan.

“The round trip takes too long, and we have almost no reliable information, mostly just guesses—in other words, the risks of this operation are unknown, intelligence support is almost zero, and the benefits are also unknown.”

He summarized briefly: "Going directly to Russia when you know nothing is a bad idea. The worst possibility is that we will run into a heavily guarded secret base with multiple superhuman enemies, find the Russian president sitting inside waiting to negotiate with Vought, and then be wanted on the spot as a terrorist and criminal who provoked a diplomatic incident."

Seeing the astonished expressions on the faces of the Good Black Robe Squad, Ma Zhaodi added, "Don't laugh. I've never doubted the bottom line of Vought Corporation's integrity. If they can't stay in the United States, they can probably reach an agreement with any country. Russia is one of the better ones."

Franky then asked instinctively, "What's the best possibility?"

"It is about stealing a super weapon that can change the world's understanding of humanity—or some kind of virus or serum specifically for superhumans—under the protection of a group of ordinary soldiers armed with ordinary firearms. In short, it is something that can eliminate superhumans physically, mentally, or through superpowers."

Ma Zhaodi concluded, "In short, it must be something that can get Walter out of his current predicament."

“If you’re talking about a superweapon that could change the world’s understanding of humanity, I can understand that—although it sounds unlikely to exist.” Breast milk added, “What good would a weapon against superhumans do for Vought? There are no superhumans in the CIA.”

"Isn't this a very simple logic?"

Ma Zhaodi countered, "What is Walter's fundamental problem now?"

"They couldn't clean up their own mess, they exposed too much dirt on them, which led to an official investigation and public outcry." Breast milk stroked her chin thoughtfully: "The nature of the dirt is so serious that this shitty company is about to go under—haha, just thinking about it makes me want to laugh."

"Yes, but not entirely—the real issue is Superman and Homelander."

"What?"

"What he means is that Superman is not under Vought's control at all, while Homelander, who was under Vought's control, was rendered useless."

Butcher seemed to connect the dots thoughtfully: "Thinking back, I've gone to the CIA countless times before, and those idiots always told me this—that without solid evidence, it's absolutely impossible to investigate Vought, and even with solid evidence, it's absolutely impossible to investigate Homelander—this restriction was only removed after Superman appeared."

Breast milk and Franky understood immediately.

“You see, that’s the situation,” Ma Zhaodi replied. “If Homelander wanted to, he really could slaughter the whole of New York and the whole of Washington. Nothing could stop him. Even nuclear bombs couldn’t hit him because he might actually be able to grab the warhead and throw it back.”

“Walter is the only shackle that ensures he serves the United States—or rather, that he won’t do whatever he wants in the United States.” The Butcher sneered, “Until Superman appeared and crippled Homelander with a catheter in his bladder, the entire CIA was scared out of its wits like a coward who had lost his balls.”

"That's right. So if there were a serum that could kill superpowers and help Edgar kill Superman, then Homelander would still be the strongest superpowered person in the world."

At this point, Ma Zhaodi picked up his phone, glanced at it, and suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. "Ah, I was held up a little by the gangsters; I almost forgot I had things to do." "Hey, don't rush off—"

Franky quickly stood up: "Let's get this straight, what are we going to do with the stuff from Russia? If that old bastard Edgar really gets his hands on it, and Superman is really killed, then won't the CIA release Madeline? We'll be finished then."

"Superman doesn't kill people, that's an ironclad rule."

Ma Zhaodi shook his head at Frankie: "I know what you're trying to say, but we can forget about this plan—and think about it for a second, Vought uses Compound V like it's a lottery. Even without Homelander, there's no guarantee they won't pull out some kind of ancestor or something. Believe me, they can always find someone who doesn't eat beef."

"Then at least we can prevent Edgar from getting that thing, right? Aren't you and Superman friends? We can't just sit by and watch him get killed."

"Oh, we basically don't need to worry about that—"

Ma Zhaodi turned around and smiled.

"Whatever countermeasures Edgar and the Soviet Union took against superhumans, or whatever serums, viruses, or high-powered weapons they created to target Compound V, it doesn't matter."

"why?"

"Because those things could never defeat Superman."

When the car drove out of the abandoned parking lot, it was no longer the old Toyota.

It was replaced with an old Ford Mustang.

The reason for switching to a Mustang is similar to that for Toyota. Both of these models are extremely common in New York, with a large number of them, making them easy to recognize but difficult to identify. After being aged, they can be driven on the street and merge into the traffic, still looking like a drop of water blending into the ocean.

"I was hoping to use this model for a few more days. There's really nothing I can do about it."

As Ma Zhaodi drove, he thought about the Russian gang he had visited earlier that day. He hadn't invited Butcher and Franky, but they had shown up anyway, making it clear to the gang that his face was completely exposed. Even though he had disguised himself, there was still a slight possibility that he would be implicated by Franky and his group.

He didn't know what to do about it, but since the CIA had already made its move, and Walter was under immense pressure and overwhelmed, he figured this level of exposure wouldn't go unnoticed—it would take at least a few days to investigate, right?
Ma Zhaodi silently considered the current situation, and after driving for a while, the car turned out of the city and headed towards the far suburbs.

"Clark is a Kryptonian. His abilities come from Kryptonian genes and solar energy, not from Compound V. So any serum or virus targeting Compound V would be completely ineffective against him. However, if it were a weapon, perhaps there would be a chance of a miracle?"

But the combination of Ma Zhaodi and Superman is not afraid of any high-tech weapons, because as long as it is technology, the three-wheeled vehicle can always do something about it - if they don't know how it was made, they can certainly know how to dismantle it.

The car drove into the woods on its own. Ma Zhaodi didn't plan to drive too close, so he put the tricycle back in the store and drove stealthily to the location.

Through the high gray wall, Ma Zhaodi could hear scattered voices.

(End of this chapter)