Black-robed Superman

Chapter 33 Super Idol Project
The 82nd floor of Ward Company, the floor where the directors are located...

A man is facing the glass of the building with his hands behind his back, quietly looking down at the ground, enjoying the feeling of standing in the air, standing at the pinnacle of power, and looking down on all living beings.

"Mr. Edgar..."

At the moment when the man was enjoying his rights, an older but still tall woman pushed open the door and walked in.

"Streddy..."

"I need an explanation. The man named Jupiter Grayson is not in our compound V usage records!"

"In other words, despite my repeated emphasis on the preservation of Compound V, Compound V still leaked out of our company in large quantities!"

The man still kept his hands behind his back when he heard the voice behind him, and he didn't even look at the woman behind him, but his hoarse voice made the temperature in the whole office a few degrees colder.

In the eyes of men, all superpowers in this world are made of compound V. If there is no record, it can only mean that the other party has stolen their company's compound V!In other words, someone is using their company's compound V to secretly trade with others...

"Mr. Edgar, this is an accident. We have always strictly controlled Compound V, and it is absolutely inaccessible except for certain groups of people. That is to say, this Mr. Jupiter, he should also be related to our specific experimental population. There is a certain connection, or maybe that Mr. Jupiter changed his name, and we didn't update the information in time..."

Countless beads of sweat overflowed Streidi's forehead. She kept trying to explain Jupiter's situation to the man in front of her. Anyway, she would never allow Edgar to feel disappointed in her, let alone let Edgar feel disappointed. Edgar questions her ability to work!
"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore. I will never allow the current situation to happen again next time..."

Edgar rapped vigorously on the table beside him, expressing his irritability.

"I understand, there will never be a next time."

Upon hearing this, Streddy immediately nodded, expressing that he understood what Edgar meant, and vowed that there would never be a next time.

"Um……"

"Tell me about the commercial value of that Jupiter!"

"The bastard who killed Lao Tzu's cash cow as soon as he came out, if he can't be like his name! Generate huge commercial value, I will never let him go."

Edgar was very angry. It was the first time he saw someone dare to kill in his mansion, and he killed one of the most profitable superheroes in his hands. If he couldn't make more money from Jupiter , then he will lose in this wave of business, and he will never allow himself to lose money!
"He is perfect, perfect in every aspect! His appearance, ability, and extraordinary temperament of conversation, the most important thing is his pedigree!"

"We can even make more money through him!"

"The next time our movie will not only smash the box office of the free country, but also smash the box office of the second largest box office in the world!"

"I'll make double the money then! Allow me to repeat, double!"

Streidi looked at Edgar very excitedly, she looked at the data in her hands excitedly, and preached to Edgar.

"F*ck! This is the best news I've heard over the years. Clean up the body of the invisible man, then hold a retirement meeting for him, and make the retirement meeting more beautiful~"

After Edgar confirmed the commercial value of Jupiter, he immediately felt better. As for the invisible man of the cash cow in his mouth, it has become a sticky guy, and the guy who can't make money can be thrown into the sewer.

"Yes, Mr. Edgar..."

"By the way, Mr. Edgar, the identity of this Mr. Jupiter is also a little problematic."

Streddy suddenly remembered something and asked.

"But you handled it cleanly. Remember, what I want to see is a perfect Jupiter!"

Edgar will not ask Jupiter's identity, what are the problems, he just needs to know whether these problems can be dealt with cleanly, after all, the goods must be packed in the best way, and no flaws are allowed!
"No problem! I will definitely make the most perfect Jupiter."

"Then I won't bother you anymore, Mr. Edgar..."

Streddy smiled and exited the office.

"Humph~"

After Streddy went out, Edgar hummed a ditty in the office, his eyes were only on the knife.

"Hurry up!"

"Here, and here! Be sure to rinse repeatedly!"

Cleaning staff in the lobby of the Sevens swiftly wiped the blood-stained ground. Their eyes were dimmed like machines working for Walter Company. Whatever Walter asked them to do, they would do it. What, just ignore it.

"Congratulations, Mr. Jupiter, you are a member of the Premier League Seven from today~"

Ashley, who had recovered from Jupiter's cruel method of dealing with the invisible man, forced himself to look at Jupiter with a smile on his face.

"Um……"

Jupiter sat on the seat of the native, as if he was thinking about something, and after he heard Ashley's words, he just nodded his head lightly, to show that he had heard it.

"You don't seem happy?"

Ashley looked at Jupiter cautiously and asked.

"This is not something to be happy about, but something that is doomed."

Hearing this, Jupiter replied without thinking.

"Forehead……"

Ashley was a little silent when he heard the words, not knowing what to say.

"Well, Mr. Jupiter, we will let the other five members of the Super Seven team meet with you later. As for Xingguang, she is still on her way here. We will arrange for her to attend the meeting tomorrow. , see you again."

Ashley faced Jupiter and spoke with a smile.

"Oh!"

Jupiter was still not cold and cold, answering casually.

"Then I'll go down first..."

Ashley felt angry when she saw Jupiter's indifferent attitude. She wanted to remind Jupiter to get off the seat she was sitting on now, because it was the seat of people from the motherland, but she was too lazy now. Having said that, maybe it would be a good thing to let this arrogant and arrogant guy in front of him suffer a little bit...

"Superhero Idol Project."

"Make the superhero the perfect super icon."

"A super idol star running for the president of a free country...isn't that very free?"

Jupiter kept thinking. He felt that everything in this world could be regarded as an experiment. If his plan in this world was successful, then he could completely replicate everything in this world to his main world.

"I don't know if my plan goes well, if I run for the president of the free country, how much will my approval rate be!?"

Jupiter stood up, with his hands behind his back, looking at the passing vehicles outside the window, thinking constantly, if his plan here is successful, then he can reproduce everything about him in the main world, and create his father Nolan Become the perfect male god, and then let Nolan get a huge approval rating, and become the president of the free country of the Lord World.

On the premise of not harming Deborah, and perfectly controlling the world of Blue Star, wouldn't this be born? !
As for how the world of "Black Robe" will be messed up because of Jupiter's sudden idea?
F*ck, that's none of his business...

(End of this chapter)