The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Edgar looked at the private jet in front of him.

There was a slight silence.

"President Edgar, there are no flights to South Africa. Do you think a private plane is okay?"

Ashley said while finishing the attack.

"..."

Well, it was poverty that limited my imagination.

My fault.

But at this time, he would not admit his mistake in front of his subordinates.

"Forget it, if it doesn't happen, it won't happen. I'll just...just sit down for a while!"

Edgar looked at the private jet, coughed, and nodded toward Ashley.

Before Edgar took off, he handed the black square to Cai Ruian.

The black cube was so hard that even he couldn't destroy it violently.

The purpose of giving it to him was to hope that the guy could help him destroy it in the laboratory. He looked familiar at the thing and hoped it wasn't the box, otherwise it would be too difficult to destroy.

I hope he can give himself a little surprise before coming back.

Edgar searched for the armies belonging to Watt Company in the database of Watt Company, but no matter what, he could not find the private mercenaries of Watt Company.

In fact, it is conceivable.

Vought is taking the superhero route and has little need for mercenaries.

What mercenary can compare to a superhero?

South Africa.

An open pit mine somewhere.

There are several villages in the center of the mine. When viewed from the sky, their residences look extremely dilapidated, as if they lived in ancient times. Several villages are next to each other, and there are monitors monitoring the villages around the mountains.

The people at Vought seem to be deliberately trapping this group of people as experimental subjects.

The people below saw the plane landing slightly, walked out of the door, and shouted towards the sky, seemingly roaring angrily towards the plane where Edgar was.

In the village, a woman with feathers on her head slowly walked out. Her black skin was like a black briquette. Her eyes seemed to be able to see through airplanes. Edgar looked at her. She was muttering something in her mouth, and her eyes were There is even a hint of weirdness in it.

"Ok?"

The plane landed slowly.

It was the first time for Edgar to set foot on the land of South Africa. After landing, he felt hot and dry.

The air seemed to fluctuate due to temperature.

"President Edgar."

The head of the laboratory from South Africa is obviously aware of the changes in the company's structure. Edgar is now the company's second-in-command.

The person in charge of South Africa is named Yorkson, and he has been here for almost ten years.

Although Compound No. [-] was not developed by him, the subsequent improvements were all made by him, so he can be regarded as a talent.

"What's going on with the indigenous people outside? Are you doing experiments on them?"

When the head of South Africa, Jockson, heard Edgar's question, a wry smile appeared on his face, "President, we would like to, but these people contain an incredible power, which we call backlash." Power."

"What do you mean?"

Yorkson said with a wry smile, "They are bound to some of our people through some methods. As long as they are injured, our people will be injured in the same way, so how can we dare to hurt them."

"Huh? Is there such a thing?"

"It's the woman in the tribe who ties the lives of her village and the lives of us together."

"Woman, are you talking about the very dark woman?"

"President? Have you seen her?" Yorkson's face froze.

"She yelled at me and muttered something, but I didn't pay attention!"

Hearing this, Yorkson's face changed greatly, "Oh no, she should have bound your life to her tribe."

"Bound?"

"Well, President, how do you feel now? Do you feel bound or thirsty? Because there is a lack of water here, some of their special feelings will also be transmitted to the bound person."

"Then... not really!" Edgar examined himself. Even if he was bound, he would not be affected. "In this case, why bother with them? Just drive them away!"

Seeing Edgar's indifference, Yorkson was also a little embarrassed. On the one hand, if the president was really bound to his life, then he, the person in charge of South Africa, was so unreliable that he didn't tell the president in advance.

Another aspect of embarrassment was Edgar's question.

"Actually, this was originally the residence of that tribe. In a sense, we occupied their religious tomb. By the way, you want to see the origin of Compound No. [-], so I will take you to take a look. Maybe Once you see it, you’ll understand!”

Regarding the origin of compound No. [-], Edgar knew from the secret library that it was a compound that was researched during World War II.

But from what he said, the compound didn't appear to be man-made.

But it has an origin.

Following Yorkson into the laboratory, there are layers and layers of mercenary handles outside. Entering also requires very strict disinfection and wearing radiation protection equipment.

Under layers of packages, they entered the huge test room.

In the center is an empty well, almost the size of half a football field, and below is bottomless darkness.

Sitting on the cable and descending from above, Edgar seemed very calm listening to the harsh sound of metal friction.

But the closer he got to the bottom, the more he doubted how deep the well was.

The basement research institute under the Watt Building is also particularly deep.

As the elevator dropped to the bottom, the lights around the test room came on.

The space below gradually becomes larger, but there is only one coffin in the center, and the surrounding areas of the coffin are slowly sinking. Although the sinking height may only be a few centimeters a day, but...

Edgar looked at the already unfathomable hole, and it was no wonder that they kept building deeper.

And the stone coffin was overflowing with black liquid, as if it was bleeding.

Some people in white coats carefully scraped out the black liquid. Their movements were very gentle, for fear of disturbing someone.

Compound five?

Edgar looked at the others.

"Yes, it was taken from that coffin."

"..."

A mysterious sarcophagus that created the entire superhuman race?

So what's lying inside?

If those superhumans knew that they were injected with this kind of stuff.

"Of course, that's just the original version. It actually needs to be purified before it can be injected. People who are injected directly become terrorists."

No wonder he said that there are still many mysterious things in this world that I don’t know about.

This coffin alone would probably cause a sensation all over the world!

"Was the coffin ever opened?"

"No... no matter what method I use, I can't open the coffin, as if there is a universe pressing on it."

"I'll try!"

Edgar wanted to step forward and try.

Yorkson was afraid that the CEO would be embarrassed, so he quickly reminded,

"President, this is impossible to do with manpower alone, and even a ten-ton crane cannot move this coffin even one millimeter!"

Yorkson watched Edgar push the coffin with all his strength without giving up.

He shook his head helplessly. This CEO, no matter how many people or cranes they used, they couldn't open the coffin. How could he, an ordinary person, do it?

Just when he was thinking this.

cluck...

"Moved... moved?"