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Chapter 588 A gangster who doesn't use his brain will always be a gangster.
When asked about the soldier boys, Edgar didn't hesitate to spout a rant that was neither heroic nor legitimate: "Their only point of connection right now is opening silver handkerchiefs in their big house, which is also the key to why they haven't broken up yet—staying together is the only way their group can make enough money."

"The only thing I'm thankful for now is that they are siblings, and at least they're not interested in each other."

The soldier boy glanced at the locomotive and the invisible man in the co-driver's seat beside him and asked Edgar, "If that's the case, why don't you just kill them?"

“I can’t kill them. They’ve used the money they made from that Heroes’ Gathering Silver Handkerchief to recruit some strong and trustworthy superhumans. You have to take them down before you can drag the twins out of the safe house.”

Edgar watched the scenery rushing past the window as the car quickly moved from the city to the suburbs.

"A superhuman who's not even afraid of Walter? Just for the two of them?"

"There were very few people who weren't afraid of Walter before, but many have emerged in recent years, or rather, many in the last month. And since a few news reports broke that Homelander was finished, Walter's reputation has plummeted, and there are even more people who aren't afraid of Walter."

Edgar sighed softly, "Now, the superpowered people in those companies are also having some thoughts in their minds. Rather than for their own sake, it's more that they feel that Walter's deterrent power has diminished, that he's become a toothless tiger, and that anyone can bully him."

The soldier boy had no empathy for Edgar at this moment; he only wanted to gloat: "Heh, then your plan is probably useless. If a bunch of superpowered people really work together, it'll be a piece of cake to raid a small house, and blowing up half a mountain will be a piece of cake too."

"Of course I could kill them all with my shield and fists without lasers, it would be a piece of cake—but I could never guarantee that I could finish the fight in a few minutes while surrounded by a bunch of superpowered people. And you want to do things quietly? Then you'd have to cover up their ability to blow up mountains right under the noses of all of New York."

“No need.” Edgar shook his head, still looking calm and composed. “To this day, very few people know that the two of them have become useless. Not to mention that ordinary American citizens are still watching the Twins’ movie on TV, even the superpowered people who participate in the Gathering of Heroes still think that their abilities have just become rusty.”

"Therefore, these two are the only ones who don't need to hide anything and don't need to be killed quietly."

Speaking of the murder plan, a cold glint flashed in Edgar's eyes: "The only requirement is speed. Use your fastest speed, the strongest attack, and the most ruthless attitude to turn them all into ashes. Don't leave a single survivor."

"Once things are over, leave as quickly as possible, regardless of the scale of the incident, the traces at the scene, or the extent of the damage. The company's team will come back to the battlefield to replenish enough TNT."

The soldier boy looked at Edgar and couldn't help but sigh.

“You’re so clever, Edgar.”

"This is the first time I've ever seen you praise someone like this, especially me—I remember you've never liked smart people, or rather, you don't like anyone with even a little bit of brains."

Edgar showed no joy: "Should I say I'm honored or am I surprised today?"

"No, you are indeed smart."

The soldier boy said softly, "Speaking of the plan, the heroes, and the members of the Blood Debt Repayment Squad, you were our company's direct superior back then. You formed the squad, and you know us best—yet now you're using that understanding to easily deal with the squad members."

"Today I saw Gunpowder's body, Black's body, and Countess Scarlet's body. You arranged everything perfectly. In other words, decades have passed since I was assassinated by them in collusion with the Soviets, why did you only find out my whereabouts now?"

The question immediately made the atmosphere inside the train a little strange. The driver silently prepared to step on the brakes, the Invisible Man prepared to jump off the train, and the locomotive sitting next to Edgar tensed its leg muscles.

squeak--

"Sir, we are here."

The driver in the front seat simply remarked, "What a perfect opportunity."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go, Benjamin.”

Edgar opened the car door and said, "You might have some doubts about why I'm only coming to rescue you now, which I completely understand. Let me take this opportunity on the way up the mountain to tell you how I found your location."

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi finally arrived late.

He had just sent the footage he had taken inside the RV back to the butcher and his men as evidence when he looked up and realized that the vehicle had already driven to the side of a mountain cliff.

"We still have to climb the mountain?"

He scratched his head: "Does Edgar have that ability?"

At this moment, Edgar, who was in front, explained to the soldier boy.

"Vot has not failed to find you all these years, but rather has not sought you out; and this time, the one he was originally looking for was not you, but a Soviet weapon—the BLC Red."

"Then what the hell is that thing?"

"According to the Soviets, it was a superweapon—a superweapon targeting superheroes. They claimed to have used this weapon on the battlefield to kill you, leaving no trace of your remains."

"Screw it. They don't have that kind of stuff." The soldier boy sneered. "They caught me with some kind of sleeping gas and the cooperation of my 'good teammates.' They couldn't hurt me in the fight at all."

“I had no idea about this—I only found out you weren’t dead when the group sent to Russia sent back news that what they found was somewhat unusual.”

Edgar's account was rather bland, which made it seem more credible: "After all, all of Mallory's soldiers on that position were dead at the time, and the only witnesses were your teammates, my original crew, and I had no reason not to believe them."

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The soldier boy didn't say a word, but simply climbed down the rock face with his bare hands.

Edgar didn't follow, nor did he give any instructions to the locomotive and the invisible man; the three of them simply waited above the cliff.

Ma Zhaodi looked at Edgar standing on the cliff, feeling slightly puzzled. After a moment's thought, he also gave up the idea of ​​following him down.

This approach was undoubtedly wise, because just moments later, a drone also flew down the cliff, and two minutes later, after confirming that the soldier boy had broken through the gate of the safe house base on the cliff and entered, melodious Russian military songs suddenly started playing loudly from the drone.

In just a moment, a terrifying white beam of light, almost reaching the sky, pierced through the entire mountain.

(End of this chapter)