American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

Pei Yuan discovered the newly unlocked spatial teleportation.

Despite being advertised as a teleportation device, it could only teleport a distance of up to 100 meters, which left him feeling somewhat disappointed.

After all, compared to the original, which was even capable of directly traversing galaxies, the current teleportation distance is rather underwhelming.

However, something is better than nothing; at least it can be of some use when dodging attacks or chasing enemies.

That way, I won't be reduced to just jumping around like a toad, without any ability to control the air.

Chapter 61 [Number 58's Weakness!]

"The Vought Corporation, the biggest fraud in history? Are superheroes really God's favorites, or is this a conspiracy meticulously planned by the Vought Corporation...?"

"Where did Homelander come from? Is he Vought's biggest experiment, fooling the masses...?"

"Heroes are not blessed by God; Compound V creates superhumans. In this world, who can we still trust..."

A series of news headlines highlighted in red appeared on the screen, which was shocking.

As the giant hand appeared, the television screen abruptly stopped displaying its vibrant colors, turning completely black.

Edgar's face darkened, and he threw down the remote control, a hint of anger rising in his heart.

They had already reached a cooperation agreement with the Ministry of National Defense.

They had already reached an agreement with the FBI and CIA to conceal the truth about the superheroes' production, but unexpectedly, this news was still released.

It was widely reported by those media outlets.

Not long after the TV was turned off, Vice President Ashley rushed in, knocking on the door, carrying a stack of documents.

"Mr. Edgar, since the morning news broke, thirteen news outlets have been reporting on Compound V. Wotter Group's stock price has already fallen by 13% in half an hour. If this isn't controlled, the consequences could be dire..."

Edgar picked up the document and glanced at it, his brows furrowing. From the moment the first news report appeared, the decline in the Water Group's stock price had become an inevitable trend.

What he hates now is the person who leaked the news, and those who fueled it.

"Should we ask a congressman to put pressure on those media outlets?" Ashley suggested when Edgar didn't respond.

Edgar waved his hand in response.

In his view, since they dared to expose this and target Walter, they must have had plenty of confidence behind them.

Everyone knows about the major collaboration that VOT Group has reached with the Department of Defense.

With just a little thought, Edgar realized that behind those media outlets, there must be the shadows of those major arms manufacturers.

After all, Vought had snatched the Department of Defense order—a lucrative deal that no one could refuse—from their hands.

The providers of the clues are certainly despicable, but so are the arms dealers who fueled the fire.

As for those politicians, they won't do anything that doesn't benefit them.

At that moment, Edgar had an idea: if even the president was one of his own, and he had a president to endorse him, then everything would be much simpler.

"Prepare the materials, hold a press conference, and shift all the blame onto Madeline. The audience needs a target to vent their emotions, so let's give them one to attack."

Edgar sat upright on the sofa, coldly issuing orders.

Madeline was the executive vice president of the Water Corporation, and she is now dead, and the dead cannot speak.

If all the blame is placed on her, she will have no way to defend herself, and the superheroes can be portrayed as victims.

Ashley was taken aback when she heard Edgar's order, a sense of shared sorrow welling up within her.

After all, the vice president position she's currently in was previously Madeline's.

"Then contact the Seven and other well-known A-list superheroes to issue a joint statement endorsing the product. The PR department should be very familiar with this, so do you have any other questions?"

Edgar tapped his fingers on the table and asked Ashley, who seemed a little distracted, with a cold look.

“No, no problem, Mr. Edgar, I’ll take care of it right away.” Ashley nodded quickly and then went out.

Not long after Ashley left with the documents, Edgar was pondering the aftermath when there was another knock on the door.

"come in."

As I entered the president's office, Rodney, the head of security, brought in a stack of documents.

“Mr. Edgar, this is the latest evaluation report of the 58 test subjects.”

Edgar adjusted the rim of his glasses and picked up the report, opening it to the page.

There is pressure everywhere at Walter right now.

Some came from the military, some from competitors, and some from those restless superhumans.

Even within Vought, those baby-like superheroes have serious problems.

Edgar has recently been considering isolating and cutting off the Vought International superhero project.

Because each of those guys is a ticking time bomb, an unstable element, the annual cost of cleaning up the messes left by those superheroes is an astronomical figure.

It's important to understand that the Water Corporation is a pharmaceutical company, not a group of superhuman celebrity agents.

However, implementing this idea is not so easy at present.

I saw Edgar open the file.

Rodri explained from his desk.

"According to the laboratory's latest combat capability assessment, the 58 test subjects appear to possess an ability to adapt to and strengthen their defenses against the same type of damage."

That is, resistance.

Previous videos have already confirmed this.

In Homelander's first encounter with Number 58, Number 58 was not yet able to adapt to Homelander's heat vision attacks and even nearly died. However, after a series of similar attacks, Homelander's attacks had become significantly weaker against Number 58.

Similarly, Homelander's punches were also of the same nature.

As Edgar listened to Rodney's explanation while reviewing the documents, he couldn't help but frown.

Gradually develop immunity to the same type of damage.

Doesn't that mean this guy is practically invincible, even stronger than Homelander?

Seemingly noticing the question in the president's eyes, Rodney quickly continued.

"Although No. 58 seems almost invincible, we have also discovered No. 58's weaknesses."

That is, his adaptive resistance is linked to his recovery ability. If he is subjected to rapid and irresistible damage in a very short time, his recovery ability may not be able to keep up and he may die.

More importantly, based on previous videos, we discovered that No. 58 does not have the ability to fly or move quickly, indicating that it does not have high maneuverability.

This is also one of the major weaknesses of number 58.

Edgar tapped the table. "So, Homelander is capable of killing this guy?"

"It is possible. As long as we inflict a fatal wound on him and do not give him time to recover, we can do it."

Rodney was very certain.

The video of number 58 from before has been analyzed frame by frame by the experimental department, and this conclusion was drawn from that.

“Take me to the Sunshine Sanatorium,” Edgar nodded and ordered.

This ability of Number 58 was quite beyond his expectations. In previous experiments, there had been bizarre superhumans.

But this guy is one of the few who can really go toe-to-toe with the Homelander. According to the analysis report, he must be killed with lightning speed.

Otherwise, it might give the opponent a chance to adapt to the same damage again and evolve into an almost invincible being.

This feeling of being out of control is really quite awful.

Chapter 62 [Homelander Clones!]

Sunshine Sanatorium.

This downtown health resort was also funded by the Water Group.

On the surface, it appears to be a rehabilitation center, but in reality, it is a secret experimental site for the Wotter Group.

The laboratories in the Water Tower can only conduct routine drug experiments; conducting actual human trials in the Water Tower would be too conspicuous.

Edgar entered the sanatorium, took the elevator down to the second basement level, and a completely different world appeared before his eyes.

Facing us were a dozen or so researchers in white coats coming and going, each busy with their own tasks.

"Mr. Edgar, you've arrived."

Dr. Carlton, who was conducting a test, inadvertently saw Edgar outside the door, quickly took off his gloves, and went to greet him with a big smile.

Dr. Carlton was always very grateful to the group president who transferred him to headquarters, made him the head of the research institute, and gave him great research freedom.

Edgar had no interest in pleasantries and went straight to the point asking, "How's the progress?"

Dr. Carlton smiled and led Mr. Edgar to the laboratory.

"The clones are more stable than before, and several test subjects have inherited some of their original abilities."

The two walked along the corridor of the laboratory, where there were several specially designed isolation rooms.

Walk to the nearest isolation room, number 1.