Morgan walked out of the office and couldn’t wait to go on a massive shopping spree through Vought’s internal shopping terminal.
She frantically placed orders for all kinds of top-tier materials, supplies, and equipment.
Taking advantage of her status, she was able to purchase various materials from the military.
If she wanted, she could even buy a fighter jet as her personal vehicle right now!
Order!
Order!
Order!
Everything was sent to her home.
She was going to upgrade her home’s underground shelter, at least to a nuclear-resistant level.
Using public funds for private use feels great!
My home is my base!
Nothing wrong with that!
Soon, 5 billion in funds flowed like water, turning into various supplies shipped from all over the world to her “base.” When the military saw such a massive order, they very sincerely arranged transport planes for single-item shipping and same-day delivery.
Not long after Morgan arrived home, the transport plane flew over her house.
“Daisy, I’m back.
Look at the good stuff I bought for you.” After Morgan directed the transport plane to dock on her 20,000-square-meter lawn, she summoned her working Palu with one click.
“Coming, coming!
Did you get the Newman Alloy and Tyrellia Metal I wanted…” Hearing this, Daisy hurried out, looking at the soldiers carrying materials like a puppy waiting for its owner to feed it.
“Yes, I have it all.
I got every single material on your list.” “I even prepared several extra portions for you.” “To support your dream and buy these things, I practically exhausted my family fortune.” “I begged through all sorts of connections and finally managed to get them.
As long as I can help you realize your dream, I’m willing to do anything!” (What’s yours is mine anyway.
Once you make it, won’t I have it too?) With a pained expression, Morgan stared affectionately at Daisy, frantically farming the Palu’s favorability.
Daisy was well aware of the value of these items; especially since some were controlled substances that couldn’t be bought without the right channels!
Morgan had only risen to prominence for a short year.
To help her get these things, she must have begged countless people and was likely on the brink of bankruptcy, right?
And looking back at herself, she had secretly hidden several versions of the spotlights and had been quietly developing her battle armor…
“Slap!” Daisy slapped herself; she really was a piece of work.
“Wuwu, Boss, I have to confess.
Actually, that 40-million-lumen lamp you wanted?
I developed it long ago…” “60 million, 80 million, 120 million, and even 200-million-lumen lamps have all been developed.” “Boss!
You treat me so well…
yet I slack off at work and misappropriate funds.
I…
I’m so sorry!” Dammit!
It turns out I was the one being freeloaded!
In the dead of night, Morgan shed tears of frustration.
—————————— The next day, Daisy used her ability to quickly produce four 200-million-lumen spotlights.
The volume was only twice that of the 20-million-lumen ones, but the effect was ten times stronger!
Once turned on, they functioned like flashbangs even in broad daylight.
“Don’t look at me like that.
Limited by the power source, this really is my highest-tier work for now!” “Look, I even designed an auxiliary wearable frame for you, using the design from my battle armor…” Blah blah blah, Daisy said a whole lot, giving Morgan a headache.
This entire set of spotlights, plus the auxiliary wearable structure, reached a total weight of a full 2.5 tons!
To put it in perspective, the Mark 1 that Iron Man hammered out in a cave only weighed 0.7 tons.
With her current strength and constitution, equipping this set would be a massive burden.
Even her flight speed would be greatly reduced, failing to reach supersonic range.
“Daisy, can’t you make it a bit lighter?” “I want to, but because of the existence of Superhumans, cutting-edge technological materials are all developed for hardness, strength, and durability.” “Something that is both light and high-strength simply doesn’t exist.” “Materials that can withstand high-speed movement are inevitably heavy.
This is already the top-tier equipment I can make right now.” “Relax, you’re a Superhuman, this little bit of weight is fine!” Fine, being able to move while releasing an ultimate move is better than standing still like a target.
“Alright, then I’m off to work.
Make two more spare sets for me at home.” “Don’t go yet!” “What, can’t bear to see me leave?” “Uh…
the 200-million-lumen spotlight is 500,000 dollars each, and the wearable frame is 1 million.” “Huh?
I just gave you a massive wave of support, and you turn around and charge me?” “Hehe, even sisters should keep clear accounts~” After tearfully transferring 9 million, Morgan wondered what to do about her money-grubbing worker-version Iron Man.
“Take care~” Vought, 87th floor, Management.
Morgan now had her own office here.
Pushing open the door, she saw a desk packed with files.
Opening the first page, she was shocked by the content.
“What?!” This old department that had existed for over 20 years only had two combat units—Doppelganger and Black Noire!
The first one, Doppelganger!
The one from the show who served as the assistant to the third-rate hero ‘Firecracker.’ Every single grunt in the entire combat department was him!
She didn’t know what Vought had done, but these clones had their emotions erased and only obeyed commands from their earpieces.
Furthermore, the clones could break distance limits, staying far from the original body and scattering across the country.
There was a quantity limit of 10,000.
Unless an old individual died, a new one could not be born.
Doppelganger was practically the perfect suicide squad, as long as they weren’t all killed in one go.
Even if only one remained alive, they could slowly recover their scale!
…
No wonder the people from the Cleanup Department she first met were all like wooden blocks, not saying a word.
It turns out that beneath their masks, they were all the same person!
The same emotionless person!
She opened the second file, which detailed Doppelganger’s combat mode.
First, they would fire directly to try and eliminate the Tumor Beast.
If it was a [Thug-level Calamity], it would be eliminated in the first wave of attack.
If they encountered something that special bullets couldn’t kill, a few would stay behind to hide while the rest charged in with high explosives to sacrifice themselves.
The ones left behind would continue to split into new individuals, sending them in wave after wave.
After several rounds of explosions, even a [Block-level Calamity] would die in the blast.
She put down Doppelganger’s file.
He could only handle common trash; there was no need to look further.
Pulling out Black Noire’s file, his track record looked much better.
When a full squad of Doppelgangers was wiped out, Black Noire would rush over to take over their unfinished work.
To be able to wipe out an entire squad of Doppelgangers and withstand the explosives they carried…
That was something only a Tumor Beast of at least [District-level Calamity] could achieve.
Yet Black Noire could excellently execute the kill on the Tumor Beast, having perfectly completed 18 missions.
This was definitely not something that disfigured ninja kid from the TV show could do.
[Black Noire] was definitely the culprit from the comics who eventually drove Homelander insane.
He was a clone of Homelander.
In the comics, Vought had at least three such clones in their hands.
During the battle at the White House, they besieged Homelander but were eventually killed one by one, and Homelander also died in a pool of blood in the end…
She had long anticipated that Black Noire was a clone.
However, there certainly weren’t many [Black Noire]s; otherwise, the world’s landscape wouldn’t be as it is now.
The third file: Tumor Beast Remains.
She didn’t know what Vought wanted with this stuff.
Speaking of which, the Tumor Beast remains at her home had been taken away by the Cleanup Department.
Vought specifically instructed that they must try to preserve these things during battle, and Vought would pay to recycle them.
For a high-level one, the recycling price for the remains was between 10 million and 100 million.
Holy crap, that means I lost 100 million last time!
In the archives room, besides these useful bits of information, the rest were non-combatants, logistics, and so on.
As her phone screen vibrated violently, Morgan tossed the files aside.
Alright, that’s enough reading for now.
“Time to work!” Equipping her peripherals, she bent her legs slightly, and in the next moment, she catapulted into the air!
She sped toward the red dot on her phone—Queens, New York.
On the phone screen, a line of large text appeared— [Black Noire — Requesting Support!]