After the agreement was reached, the War Machine of the entire Western World began to spin crazily around a private company called "Vanguard."
Overnight, the supply chain for Military materials, which once required layers of approval and tedious procedures, opened its innermost doors to Lynn Morris.
Torrents of steel, rare metals, chemical raw materials, transport routes...
All the blood of war began to flow into the various subsidiaries under the "Vanguard" holding company.
The generals at The Pentagon watched all this happen, yet they were powerless to stop it.
Lynn's power was no longer limited to that seemingly impractical title of "Director of the Office of Strategic Psychological Warfare."
He seized the throat of the war, and by controlling its economic lifeline, he became the uncrowned, yet supreme, King of War in this World war!
...
France, Allied Forces field hospital.
Surrounded by a group of high-ranking Officers and medical experts, Lynn Morris walked into Steve Rogers' intensive care unit.
Steve lay on the hospital bed, his chest wrapped in thick bandages, his weak breathing filled with pain.
"Mr. Morris, the Captain's vital signs are extremely unstable."
A Military medical Officer reported with deep concern.
"The energy erosion caused by that HYDRA weapon is constantly destroying his cellular tissue."
Lynn nodded.
"Prepare for transfer."
"Transfer?"
The Military medical Officer was stunned.
"Where to? In the Captain's current condition, any long-distance travel could..."
"To a place where he can survive."
Lynn interrupted him.
Behind him, two staff members wearing the white uniforms of "Foreseer Pharmaceuticals" pushed in a sealed life-support pod.
The high-tech equipment looked completely out of place in the crude medical environment.
"This is 'Vanguard's' core life-support system, code-named 'Cradle'."
"It will take over all of the Captain's vital signs and suppress the energy erosion until we find a way to cure him completely."
The Officers looked at each other, none daring to object.
Now, whatever Lynn Morris said was an order.
Steve was lifted into the life-support pod, and various sensors and IV tubes were connected to his body.
As the hatch closed, light blue bio-stabilizing gel began to be injected, enveloping his entire body.
Through the transparent hatch, Steve's expression relaxed slightly.
He was taken away.
A perfectly legitimate house arrest.
Watching the life-support pod being loaded onto the special plane, an Officer couldn't help but whisper to the general beside him: "Officer, are we really just... letting him take the Captain away?"
The general watched the plane disappear into the horizon and wearily closed his eyes.
"What else can we do? Who among us can save him?"
"But..."
"No 'buts'."
The general opened his eyes, his gaze full of helplessness.
...
"Vanguard" holding company underground headquarters.
Countless researchers and engineers worked day and night here, converting the massive resources obtained from the Military into weapons of war that were ahead of their time.
"Boss, the first batch of Repulsor Field Grenades has been airdropped to the Western Front, and the production line for the Sentinel exoskeleton armor has also finished calibration; it is ready for mass production at any time."
An assistant reported respectfully.
"How is Steve doing?"
Lynn asked without turning his head.
"Vital signs are stable, and the Cradle system is running perfectly. Dr. Horton is adjusting the optimization plan for the Super Soldier Serum based on his physical data."
"Very good."
Lynn turned and walked over to an electronic sandbox, which clearly displayed the real-time dynamics of the entire European battlefield.
The glowing dots representing Soldier Boy and Human Torch were still shining on the front lines in Belgium and the Czech Republic.
Surrounded by densely packed red dots of HYDRA.
"Send a telegram to Colonel Phillips and Peggy Carter."
Lynn's finger lightly traced over the sandbox, connecting the two glowing dots.
"Tell them that Vanguard's new products require field testing. Order Soldier Boy and Human Torch to carry our Repulsor Field Grenades and experimental Sentinel armor to launch a joint raid on HYDRA's Perfect Being production factories."
The assistant paused, then reminded him: "Boss, those two factories are located deep within HYDRA territory and have extremely high defense levels. Besides... will they listen to our... commercial orders?"
Lynn smiled.
Some of the people hired after the company expanded still didn't know how it had gotten its start.
"They will."
He looked at the two glowing dots on the screen that represented "gods."
"Tell Soldier Boy that Red Skull is treating him as a whetstone to test the quality of the Perfect Beings. If he wants to prove he isn't just a stepping stone, he should go smash Red Skull's factory."
"Tell Human Torch that those Perfect Beings are soulless husks, creations that blaspheme against divinity. Purifying them is his duty."
...
Belgium front.
Soldier Boy smashed a "Perfect Being" into pulp with one punch, and was immediately left dizzy by a spatial explosion at close range.
He panted heavily, feeling extremely irritated as he looked at the endless, fearless monsters around him.
When he returned to the command post, Colonel Phillips found him with a telegram.
After hearing Lynn's "suggestion," Soldier Boy didn't react.
This surprised Phillips greatly.
Soldier Boy's thinking was simple: he wanted to let the whole World see who the true god was that could decide the outcome of the war!
That piece of trash lying in a jar wasn't worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as him!
At the same time, Eastern Front.
Human TorchJim Hammond hovered in mid-air, his golden flames turning batches of charging "Perfect Beings" into ash.
Peggy Carter's voice came through the encrypted communicator, relaying Lynn's "oracle."
"Purify... creations that blaspheme against divinity?"
"I obey your will, Guide."
He turned without hesitation, transforming into a burning meteor and flying toward the coordinates deep within HYDRA territory.
The scales of war began to tip in a strange way.
It was no longer for country, no longer for freedom, but for a businessman's product testing and a madman's vanity.
Lynn didn't need to care about how the war was going or how many people died.
He only needed to look at the financial reports of the "Vanguard" holding company and watch those numbers that were skyrocketing because of the war.
"Boss, are we doing this... isn't it too..."
The assistant looked at everything on the screen, his throat feeling a bit dry.
"Too what?"
Lynn chuckled.
"War is, by nature, a business."
"It's just that this time, I am both the arms dealer and the client, as well as the sole shareholder."
"Now, let's see what kind of beautiful field data report my two product testers can bring me."
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