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Chapter 590 The winner and the loser
Ma Zhaodi did not follow the car that Edgar took with the soldier to settle scores with the Mind Storm.

Running around empty-handed would be a waste of time. He thought to himself that instead of watching these two arm wrestle, he should hurry back to the Black Robe Squad's base and catch up on the next news.

"That's strange. It feels like this is the kind of job Clark should be doing. He's a journalism major, so it's a perfect fit for him."

"To be frank, Mr. Clark has published very few false information in the news in his entire life, and almost all of them were about his own identity or for reasons of great importance, for the sake of confidentiality."

Sanbengzi has been working quite a lot lately. Taking a break from his busy schedule, he complained about Ma Zhaodi: "The amount of journalism fraud he's committed in the past twenty years doesn't even equal the amount you've done in the last two days."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand it at all."

Ma Zhaodi waved his hand: "Who understands journalism better, you or me? Journalism is about telling the truth. If I use false information to guide people to discover the truth, how can that not be a form of journalism?"

"Should I send you a resume to the public relations department of Water Corporation?" The three-wheeled vehicle ignored his sophistry and instead mocked, "Given your moral standards, forgery skills, and silver tongue, you could probably become a mid-level manager in their public relations department before Water Corporation collapses."

"Only mid-level?"

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Seeing that the three-wheeled vehicle was starting to play dead, Ma Zhaodi, who had successfully bantered, put his hands on his hips with a satisfied look. He didn't go back to the team's base immediately because it was already a bit late, and if he delayed any longer, it would start to get dark.

"Go and get your paycheck for today's work first."

He drove his three-wheeled motorcycle straight to the city center, towards Maeve's training ground building.

It was 6:30 p.m., dusk had fallen, and the sun, about to dip below the horizon, was casting its last rays of light for the day.

Do you have any explanation for this?

Inside the car, the soldier boy stared coldly at Edgar, his questioning tone aggressive: "What do you mean by 'suddenly disappearing' during a mental storm?"

"It means a sudden disappearance in the literal sense."

Edgar said calmly, “He is a psychic, much more cunning and perceptive than others. He can easily bypass the company and obtain intelligence by controlling others—and I have also taken you to that jungle to search. There are indeed many underground hideouts there, and they are connected by tunnels.”

"I also saw traps and hidden mines in the forest, so what? What does that prove?"

The soldier retorted, "There's no trace of anyone in the jungle—no footprints, no bloodstains, no pieces of clothing. Can a person just vanish into thin air?"

However, the traces didn't actually disappear into thin air. The cleanup of the entire jungle battlefield was directed by the forest ecology and trap master, Daiko, with the assistance of the Nen user, Kenji. This kind of non-contact, remotely controlled Nen power was incredibly convenient for destroying corpses and erasing traces.

"Do you think I've arrested him, or lost him, and am just playing a trick on you?"

Edgar squinted at the street scene rushing past the window: "I don't have the time or the interest. I'm Edgar, and I never play dirty tricks once I've made a promise—you know my style."

"I've never been familiar with your style."

The soldier boy suddenly laughed, his face contorting into a ferocious and ruthless expression: "Otherwise, why would you keep making a fool of me like a monkey?"

Edgar ignored him and simply pointed to the buildings outside the window, asking the soldier boy, "Do you know where this is?"

The soldier was about to make his move when Edgar's strange reaction bewildered him. He glanced out the window instinctively: "Where is this? Why didn't you take me back to the company building? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" "This is the sanatorium where Superman 'accompanies' Homelander."

Edgar replied, “Funded and operated by Walter, it has now been specially set aside to accommodate the two most difficult roles in the company.”

"Companionship? It's more like imprisonment."

Hearing Edgar's words, the soldier boy stopped his attack: "According to you, Homelander is the biggest mad dog and baby in Waterley, and Superman is the biggest rebellious troublemaker in Waterley. Both of them make you sleepless and you'd be laughing in your sleep if you could keep them locked up here—how come you dare to bring me here to see them now?"

“I’ll say it again,” Edgar replied. “I’ve done most of what I needed to do for you today, and there’s only one person left to find. I’ll do everything I can to locate him—but this thing I need you to do for me can’t be delayed any longer.”

"You want me to go in and kill Superman and Homelander right now?"

The soldier boy stared into Edgar's eyes and suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It would be better if we fought to the death, so that you could finish off the three of us in the end?"

Why should I kill you?

"Oh, that's a perfectly valid reason."

The soldier's hand gripped the heavy shield beside him, his eyes no longer concealing the malice in them: "Because I'm now planning to kill you!"

"I helped you get revenge, and this is how you repay me?"

"Aren't you the one who orchestrated that plan back then?"

The soldier retorted, "Besides you, who else could have coordinated with everyone in the squad to deal with me? Besides you, who else could have made contact with the Russians and gained their trust? How could those superpowered idiots possibly hide their true intentions from you, who knows the squad inside and out? And who benefited the most from that incident?"

“Edgar, I’ve known all along that you think I’m a disobedient dog, an unsuitable tool. Do you think I’m stupid enough not to realize that? Today you’re bringing me, this troublemaker, to deal with another one. Isn’t that just like how you used the team members to deal with me back then?”

“That’s right.” To the soldier’s surprise, Edgar readily admitted, “That was indeed my plan. A weapon that can go out of control can only be considered a failed weapon. The situation on the battlefield of World War II has long been clear, and I have no reason to keep you around.”

Having received a definite answer, the soldier immediately raised his shield with a fierce glint in his eyes: "Then you can die!"

"I won't die."

Edgar remained remarkably calm. He spoke through the car door to the building next to him: "I know you never kill people, nor would you stand by and watch someone kill someone in front of you. Now, I beg you to save my life."

"Ugh"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure dressed in a red and blue battle suit appeared outside the car door.

"You've used so many schemes and tricks and done so many bad things in your life, didn't you ever think this day would come?"

Edgar lowered his eyes and answered in a low voice.

"It's simply a matter of the victor taking all."

(End of this chapter)