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Chapter 568 Are there any masters?

"Madeline offered to cooperate?"

Ma Zhaodi, who was staring at his phone screen, suddenly looked up: "Madeline? That guy is actually willing to cooperate?"

"At least her exact words were that she was willing to cooperate."

The Butcher countered, "Is this really that surprising? We've almost completely exposed Walter's cards, leaving him like a naked man. A Nazi branch in Sagewood Forest and a closely connected superpowered congressman—these two points alone are enough to put Walter on the opposite side of most people."

Has Newman revealed a weakness?

"Unfortunately, no. Ever since they learned that Newman had problems, the CIA has intensified its surveillance of her—it's been a kind of warning shot, so much so that she's been behaving herself lately and hasn't done anything."

"Don't you suspect I might be wrong? What if Newman and Edgar aren't related?"

"Unlikely, because after Newman's actions became less aggressive, Edgar's actions became more aggressive, somewhat like a cornered beast fighting for its life, or a cornered dog jumping over a wall—anyway, he seemed unwilling to hide it."

"Or maybe it's just a distraction, preventing you from finding out what really happened and gaining anything?"

"Yes, you mentioned that Edgar also visited Dr. Vogbaum's house that day, and we investigated that lead as well."

"Did you gain anything?"

"The only thing we gained was that when we told Madeline that we were investigating Vogbaum, he immediately offered to cooperate."

That really shows a strong will to survive.

"But in reality, we didn't get anything out of Vogbaum. We were only able to convince Madeline that the Doctor had really turned against us because of information from Sagewood Forest and Lane. And that old guy Vogbaum is very smart, just as smart as Edgar, and he's also very rich. It seems like the CIA can't do anything about him now."

"You guys do a great job with the dirty work, but you just have to mess things up at this crucial moment."

"What 'we'?" the butcher said impatiently. "If it were only them, not me, I would have withdrawn from the CIA a long time ago."

"But you and their deputy director Susan Reiner were just a few days ago—waaaaah!"

Before Ma Zhaodi could finish speaking, the butcher rushed forward and covered his mouth, causing Bei Jia, who was watching from the sidelines, to look puzzled.

"Butcher, why are you reacting so strongly?"

"I advise you not to talk nonsense!" The butcher's voice trembled slightly as he covered Ma Zhaodi's mouth, carrying a faint sense of despair: "This is personnel information from within the CIA, it's a secret even to ordinary people. Don't let my wife and Ryan get into trouble!"

"well said!"

Franky immediately clapped his hands. What he said seemed reasonable, but his tone sounded a little strange: "I knew it. Butcher may seem like a good person, but he actually values ​​the lives of ordinary people. He really is a good person!"

"climb!"

The butcher decisively raised his voice: "Watch your tongue, Franky!"

Franky wanted to say something more to the Butcher, like, "Of course I'll keep my tongue in check, and I can even control my lower body," but seeing that the Butcher was about to start a fight if he kept talking, and with Beja looking on with the curious expression of a child, he stopped talking.

“Let’s talk about Madeline and Vogbaum again,” Ma Zhaodi brought the topic back on track. “I remember that according to Storm’s diary at the time, Vogbaum was mentioned.”

"Yes, after the death of Water Corporation's founder, Water, the next chief scientist of the company's research team participated in one of Storm Girl's delusions of 'perfect new humans regaining dominance over the earth and purging all inferior races,' and provided one of the most powerful execution foundations for it."

The Butcher chimed in, "The CIA showed me that diary. It said that Newtypes are superhumans, the evolved form of humans, and the leader of the Newtypes should be the most powerful and perfect superhuman—Homelander." "Vorgbaum created Homelander?"

Upon hearing this, Franky couldn't help but ask, "How come Superman didn't mention such an important person at all? Will Wot really allow him to retire?"

"No one in the Water Company will mention him again, because his identity is very important and needs to be kept secret, so very few people know about him."

Ma Zhaodi replied, "And I should correct you. It wasn't him who 'created' Homelander. The superpowers triggered by Compound V are all random. It was him and the others in the lab who 'discovered' this baby who had terrifying abilities from birth, and then conducted experiments and guided the baby, ultimately creating Homelander."

"It doesn't matter. Since this old man was involved in the entire process of Homelander and Storm's plan, he must know a lot of things."

The breast milk maker added, "But that guy doesn't want to talk, does he?"

"Yes, he really didn't want to talk."

The Butcher sneered, "But if I were to do it my way, he would definitely spill everything he knows—unfortunately, the CIA feels that it already has a great enough advantage over Walter, and the Doctor has a lot of social influence, so it doesn't dare to use any methods on him casually, and therefore it can't get anything out of him."

“Vorgbaum,” Becca suddenly spoke up, “I know him. He’s my direct contact with Vought Corporation. Whenever I need to contact the company, I just ask the gatekeeper to call him.”

Franky's eyes immediately lit up: "Did he mention anything special?"

"No, they only said they would help settle Ryan and me, and told us that the Homelanders wouldn't find us here, so we could live in peace."

Is that all?

"Uh, it's gone."

Everyone in the room was greatly disappointed.

Ma Zhaodi asked, "Butcher, if you were to ask him, how do you plan to get him to talk?"

"Simple, he has a daughter—"

"Alright, alright, that's enough, no need to say anymore."

Ma Zhaodi sighed: "We'll consider this option last."

He picked up his phone and checked it, but there were no new messages—the Russian gang had promised him they would call him to let him know once Edgar's things were retrieved.

It wasn't that Edgar's hush money wasn't enough, but rather that Ma Zhaodi's talent came into play—a villain's charisma, combined with vodka, achieved a special effect on the gang members, who now considered him a life-or-death friend.

If there's no news by now, it means the item hasn't arrived yet.

Boom!

Just then, a violent explosion suddenly came from outside the window.

Ma Zhaodi immediately turned his head and looked out the window. He saw a white beam of light shooting into the sky.

"Then what the hell is that thing?"

(End of this chapter)