Chapter 166: Using a Tyrannosaurus to Fight a Tyrannosaurus

Seeing Arnold, Ashley immediately wanted to back out.

Her friend pulled Ashley back: "Darling, do me a favor."

"Let's hear what Mr. Arnold has to say first, okay?"

Ashley looked helpless, but in reality, she hadn't planned to leave immediately.

As the most competitive weapons development group against Vought Corporation,

Olga Corporation's weight is not much less than Vought's.

If she could get to know Arnold, Ashley would essentially be securing a backup plan for herself. In the workplace, who would want to miss such an opportunity?

Her earlier performance was just sending a signal.

It was to make her stance clear.

Now with her friend providing an excuse, Ashley naturally wouldn't insist.

So she sat down opposite Arnold.

Her friend smiled: "Then I won't disturb you two."

Ashley made a half-hearted attempt to keep her friend, which naturally ended in failure.

After her friend left,

Arnold, pale with a small braid, snapped his fingers.

Immediately, a waiter began serving appetizers.

Arnold smiled and said, "Miss Ashley, I've long heard of your reputation."

"Let me say, you are the best assistant in our country, bar none."

"It's a pity I haven't been able to acquire talent like you, otherwise I would certainly have fewer worries."

"Look at me, I can't sleep well every night, feeling dizzy every day."

"If I had an assistant like you, I could certainly sleep well every night."

"Every morning, I would sleep until the sun is high."

Ashley laughed politely: "Mr. Arnold, you are so humorous."

Arnold shrugged: "I think so too."

"So, Miss Ashley, have you considered developing with our Olga Corporation?"

Ashley said sensitively: "Mr. Arnold, I'll take what you just said as a joke."

Arnold laughed heartily: "Just a joke, just a joke."

Ashley immediately knew that Arnold wasn't here to poach her, but had something he wanted her help with.

She smiled reservedly and took a small taste of the appetizer.

Arnold smiled: "Miss Ashley, in fact, tonight I wanted to ask for your help with something."

Ashley laughed: "You really like to joke, Mr. Arnold."

"I'm just a small assistant, a small figure."

"You are the president of Olga Corporation, if even you find something troublesome, how could I possibly help."

"You flatter me too much."

Arnold shook his head: "No, no, Miss Ashley."

"You are fully capable."

"Look, could you help me recommend a friend to join 'The Seven'."

Ashley raised an eyebrow: "Oh, Mr. Arnold has super hero friends?"

Arnold pursed his lips and smiled: "In our country, super heroes are everywhere."

"So, yes."

"I know one or two."

"And the one I want to recommend, let me say, he is absolutely a rare talent."

"I think his talent should not be buried, only by joining The Seven can his abilities be fully utilized."

Ashley tried a bit of ice cream and said: "Oh, I'm curious."

"Who is the lucky one that Mr. Arnold recommends so strongly."

Arnold smiled and made a gesture.

Suddenly, Ashley's vision blurred.

A man had appeared behind Arnold.

Young, handsome, and sunny.

Wearing a race car driver's uniform, giving off an infinite sense of vitality.

Ashley was somewhat surprised: "A-Train?"

Arnold laughed heartily: "As expected of the super assistant of The Seven, Miss Ashley knows super heroes inside out."

"Yes, A-Train."

"The fastest man on earth."

"Of course, except for Homelander."

"If you've watched the 'Superhero' show, you'd know that A-Train has wanted to join The Seven for a long time."

"But he's always lacked the opportunity, I think his abilities are excellent, he could completely replace Train."

"Perhaps The Seven needs a speed-type hero, what do you think, Miss Ashley?"

Ashley smiled and said: "I produced the 'Superhero' show, so yes, I know his wish."

"However."

Ashley shook her head, just about to say something.

Arnold had already made a gesture, and a waiter brought a dish, but when the lid was opened, there was no food on the plate, only a card.

A black card.

Ashley looked at Arnold.

Arnold smiled: "Don't misunderstand, this is a small gift between friends."

Ashley wiped her mouth with a napkin and decisively shook her head: "No, Mr. Arnold."

"This gift is too valuable, I cannot accept it."

"I'm sorry."

"Also, I want to say."

"Members of The Seven need to be personally approved by Homelander, it's not up to me."

"So unfortunately, I can't help you with this."

She stood up.

Put on her coat and said.

"I just remembered."

"I still have work to do, excuse me."

A-Train leaned forward slightly.

But seeing Arnold raise his hand, he stopped.

Then Ashley smiled: "However, do you know."

"About the 'Seven Reserve' led by Starlight?"

Arnold nodded.

Ashley looked at A-Train and said: "Recently we are preparing to perfect this team, we need several young, energetic super heroes."

"I think A-Train is very suitable, perhaps I can recommend him."

"This 'Reserve' is managed by Vought Corporation, Homelander doesn't have the energy, nor will he manage this team."

Arnold's lips curled up, then he said: "Miss Ashley, I have a beachfront villa in Hawaii, and a yacht."

"They have been idle, if you ever go to Hawaii for a vacation please let me know, I think you might be interested in staying by the sea and going out for a sail."

Ashley decisively said this time: "No problem."

Then she left.

After she left, A-Train pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the black card on the plate.

"She didn't accept your favor."

Arnold laughed softly: "Let me say, Mr. Zero."

"You don't understand humans."

"She has already accepted my benefit, just in a more subtle way."

"She's a smart woman, she knows how to win the maximum benefit for herself within the rules."

A-Train showed a thoughtful expression, then said: "Human behavior is really complicated, it was before, and it still is now."

"You like to set rules, then break them yourselves, what's the point of that?"

Arnold smiled: "Of course there's a point."

"Rules are made for the weak, to protect the rights of the strong, to distinguish between the two."

"The weak obediently follow the rules because they lack the power to break them, and the ability to pay the price for breaking them."

"And the strong, rules are meant to be broken, to demonstrate privilege."

"The weak are like sheep, rules are the sheepfold, and we are the wolves in the sheepfold."

"We freely enjoy these foolish sheep, and when discovered, we can jump out of the sheepfold at any time."

"And the poor sheep, they can only bleat in protest within the sheepfold."

"Sometimes, listening to their futile protests outside the sheepfold is also a kind of fun."

A-Train glanced at him, then said: "Perhaps Homelander sees you the same way."

Arnold's face paled slightly.

Then he said.

"Regardless."

"Now I have a way to get you into the Seven Tower."

"Although you can't get close to Homelander immediately."

"But being in the same building as him, for you, is enough, right?"

A-Train nodded slightly: "Enough."

At this moment, his clothes twitched slightly, but no one noticed.

Also on this night.

At the Department of Defense building.

Secretary of Defense Wilson dragged his tired steps and sat in his car.

"Good evening, Mr. Wilson."

A voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Wilson's driver and bodyguard reached for his gun.

The Secretary of Defense saw who it was.

And quickly said.

"It's okay."

He waved his hand, signaling the driver to leave.

After the car door closed, Wilson shook his head: "Grace, you can't scare me like this, I have a heart condition, you know?"

Sitting next to the Secretary of Defense was former CIA agent Grace Mallory.

This woman, no longer young, smiled and said: "But you have a strong 'heart', I know this can't scare you."

Wilson smiled and spread his hands: "Then, instead of enjoying a leisurely retirement, what brings you here?"

Mallory took out a lady's cigarette: "Do you mind if I smoke in the car?"

Then without waiting for the Secretary of Defense to object, she lit it and blew a puff of smoke out the window.

"I'm not enjoying a leisurely retirement, probably because I was scared by that guy in the red cape."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson, I was scared."

"He just landed near my villa, if I hadn't left in time, I guess you could have seen me in the morgue."

Wilson frowned: "I don't understand, Grace, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything."

Mallory blew smoke rings: "Originally, I was enjoying a leisurely retirement, really, I was enjoying it."

"I had almost forgotten those unpleasant memories, until my bastard former subordinate appeared before me in a ridiculous food truck attendant uniform."

"Then that guy in the cape came along, and my retirement was ruined."

"Also, I know Butcher's body has been recovered by you, so don't give me that 'oh, Grace, what happened to you' crap!"

Wilson smiled awkwardly: "You know, that guy in the cape you mentioned is also working in the building now, although he doesn't report daily like me, but at least he's an 'employee' of our building, so I think some things don't need to be said too clearly."

"I told you before, don't get involved with that former subordinate of yours, he's a jinx."

"Don't worry, I can arrange for you to go abroad."

"You'll be fine."

Mallory smiled: "Perhaps you don't know, that 'employee' in your building can fly all over the sky, and I think if he wants to go abroad, he probably doesn't need a passport."

"So tell me, where in the world is truly safe?"

"Nowhere, Mr. Wilson."

"I really don't understand, why you would bring a Tyrannosaurus to your side."

"Do you think, a group of sheep can boss around a Tyrannosaurus?"

"Do you think, placing a chicken leg in front of the Tyrannosaurus will make it listen to you sheep."

"Will it go where you tell it to?"

Wilson said awkwardly again: "Grace, we're not as vulnerable as you say."

"At least, we're working on some countermeasures."

"Countermeasures?"

Mallory smiled: "You mean giving the sheep sharp teeth, or putting claws on your hooves, then trying to scratch off a bit of dandruff from the Tyrannosaurus?"

"Oh, you probably can't even scratch off a bit of dandruff."

Wilson shook his head: "Alright, we're working on the 'Super Soldier' project."

"Do you know Dr. Vogelbaum?"

"Of course."

Mallory flicked some ash: "Isn't he Homelander's 'father'?"

Secretary Wilson nodded: "That's him."

"He's working for us now."

"Soon, we—"

Mallory shook her head: "Mr. Wilson, how long are you going to keep deceiving yourselves."

"You don't really think a group of so-called 'super soldiers' can protect your rights, do you?"

"You don't really think a group of slightly stronger sheep can defeat a Tyrannosaurus?"

"No, you're playing with fire."

"You'll burn yourselves."

Secretary Wilson began to get impatient, spreading his hands: "Then what do you suggest?"

Mallory looked at him: "You tell me, how to defeat a Tyrannosaurus?"

Wilson was silent for a moment.

Then he said.

"With another Tyrannosaurus?"

Mallory looked into the Secretary's eyes and nodded slightly.

Wilson frowned: "But where do we find another Tyrannosaurus?"

"Even Dr. Vogelbaum has said, Homelander is an accident, irreplicable."

"If we could replicate him, it would be much simpler."

Mallory finished her lady's cigarette and tossed the butt out the window.

She said gravely.

"My troublesome and unlucky subordinate had an unfortunate incident eight years ago."

"His wife had an affair with Homelander."

"And, I've heard from my sources."

"That woman named Becca was pregnant with a child."

"Then she disappeared."

"Why do you think she had to disappear?"

"Where did she go?"

Secretary Wilson was stunned, then said: "Because she was pregnant with Homelander's child?"

"My God."

"Another Tyrannosaurus."

"A baby Tyrannosaurus?"

"So she had to disappear, damn it, Edgar hid her."

Wilson shook his head again: "But Edgar is dead."

"Even if there is another Tyrannosaurus in this world, no one knows where it is."

Mallory smiled: "Not necessarily."

"Perhaps you should ask that Dr. Vogelbaum."

"After all, he is Homelander's 'father'."

"So I think, when that little Tyrannosaurus was in his mother's womb, he would need Dr. Vogelbaum to check on him, to ensure he could be born safely."

Wilson's face fell: "Dr. Vogelbaum hasn't mentioned a word about this."

"He's still holding back on us."

Mallory wasn't surprised: "If it were me, I'd do the same."

"Things like trump cards, I think no one would have too many."

The lady put on a cap, sunglasses, and a mask.

"Find that little Tyrannosaurus as soon as possible."

"Even if you don't use it to fight the big Tyrannosaurus."

"You can use it as a bargaining chip."

"If he wants his child back."

Then, Mallory pushed open the car door and quickly left with her head down.

Wilson closed his eyes, then got out of the car.

He said: "Have Dr. Vogelbaum wait for me in the lab, I have something to discuss with him."

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Seven Tower.

In the command center.

A-Train looked at the information sent by the CIA about several leaders of the 'Starfire' organization.

This superhuman extremist organization has three superhuman leaders.

Now, appearing on the screen is the first one.

Scissorhands.

'Scissorhands' is a burly man with a black eyepatch over his right eye.

This guy is muscular, with bulging muscles all over his face and neck.

He has many scars, looking as if he's been through many battles.

Scissorhands has a ferocious expression, in the photo he shows a cruel smile.

There's a large wound on his left hand, stretching from his shoulder to his palm.

The information shows.

This man can make each of his fingers as sharp as a blade.

And he can stretch and lengthen his blade-like fingers, hence the name 'Scissorhands', similar to the character in the movie.

Scissorhands is very cruel, enjoying torturing his opponents.

Besides being able to sharpen his fingers, he can also shoot them out like throwing knives, and they regenerate quickly afterwards.

He possesses superhuman endurance and strength, a close-combat type superhuman.

The number of people he has killed exceeds one hundred.

A-Train swiped on the screen.

Now appearing before his eyes.

Is another leader.

'Bloody Mary'.

This woman has a shaved head, with quite attractive, almost demonic features.

She has a skull tattoo on the back of her head, making her look eerie.

'Bloody Mary's' ability is to manipulate blood, able to freely control her own or her opponent's blood.

But to control an opponent's blood, she needs to make physical contact, otherwise she can't activate her power.

And once touched by her, the opponent often suffers from blood boiling and bursting out of their body.

'Bloody Mary' can manipulate this blood, turning it into a means of attack.

Her methods of attack are numerous, the most common being turning blood into blades or guns for attack.

The last leader is known as 'The Giant'.

This is a black man.

With a square jaw, wide eyes, thick lips, and gray-white pupils.

He can freely manipulate his muscles, transforming into a three-meter-tall giant.

When transformed into a giant, he possesses terrifying strength, capable of crushing tanks.

His physical defense is also astonishing, able to withstand cannon fire, and has a certain resistance to fire and frost.

Overall, these three leaders of 'Starfire' are relatively powerful superhumans in the universe of "The Boys".

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