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[Washington DC: 29/11/2009]

Roberto POV:

When I told those guys that I intended to sell a limited supply of super soldier serums to other governments, I never imagined that they would send me to the United States, but what do I do?

I was waiting in a room until my "clients" arrived, I had no idea who the US would send to negotiate with me but I would send my steak anyway.

After twenty minutes of waiting, the United States government representatives finally arrived, I recognized the three of them, they were both in our files, their choice was very interesting.

General Lane, father of the illustrious Lois Lane, one of the most renowned journalists on the planet, but few knew that her father was part of the army and had a very less than positive opinion about aliens.

General Emil Hamilton, there isn't much about him in the things I watched, but if I remember correctly he becomes a monster in the Justice League animation and he doesn't like Metahumans.

And last but certainly not least, Amanda Waller, which I found strange since she was supposed to be director of Belle Revers prison, but I think my offer interests her a lot for her little future project.

"Mr. Roberto, sorry for the delay, we are not going to steal any more of her time, the United States government is offering three hundred million dollars for your formula." Amanda said as the three sat down.

I smiled, this rattlesnake wanted to buy something revolutionary in the field of biology for that money, he doesn't want my twenty bottles, he wants the formula to produce as many as possible.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Waller, but I came here offering a batch of vials of a serum capable of permanently increasing the user's physical capabilities, so I don't see how it can be profitable for me to sell my formula." I say as I place a black briefcase on the table.

Opening it revealed twenty vials, each with a dose of the serum capable of increasing physical capacity by two times, I don't think they would want anything less than superhuman, but I wouldn't sell the most powerful serum for obvious reasons.

The three continued looking at me, and then a sequence of hours of negotiation ensued, they wanted as many super soldiers as possible, and I wanted to keep as little of this formula circulating, in the end I managed to sell each bottle for twenty-five million dollars, totaling six hundred and twenty-five million dollars.

Not bad I would say, but without a doubt this little group will send several spies to try to steal the formula or use their contacts to uncover the secrets of my formula.

I wasn't worried about them being able to replicate it, because even if they repeated the same process with all the chemical components, an essential element would be missing, and it's my energy at a specific frequency, so no, there wouldn't be hundreds of super soldiers running loose in the U.S.

Now something is running wild in my mind, Bane has been selling Venom for years, but no government has ever thought of taking this formula and trying to modify it to make its use more viable, I can only speculate.

Well, getting that out of my mind, I have to sell to more countries, my next destinations are China, North Korea, Japan, India, Saudi Arabia, Singapore and England.

Without a doubt I would spend a lot of money on this game, I suspect that Brazil is now the only pioneering country in the development of super soldiers hahaha!!

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[Government Complex: Confidential Location]

In a room in one of the countless secret bases spread across the country, Amanda Waller and the other two were now meeting with two more individuals.

Lex Luthor, one of if not the smartest man in the world, and on the other hand the current President of the United States, Robert Wellington, member of the Democrats.

"And then Mr. Luthor?" Wellington asked as he looked at his main campaign financier and business partner.

"When looking more closely, I see traces that are found in Bane's Venom formula, but it is so modified that it is almost unrecognizable if you don't know the original formula." Luthor said after taking a look.

"Does it have the same side effects?" Emil asked, knowing the harmful effects of the drug.

"That's the interesting part, from what my analysis suggests the effects of this formula on the body are permanent, it doesn't compare to the effects that Venom gives, but without a doubt it is something, who developed this?" Luthor replied genuinely interested.

"His newest rival in Latin America came from the main face of I.M.A Roberto da Costa." General Lane responded looking at Luthor.

"Oh... so this is more interesting than I thought, would you allow me to study one of those flasks?" Luthor asked.

"Of course, but I must ask that you keep your research confidential, Mr. Luthor." President Wellington responded before the three could and Luthor smiled victoriously and left.

"My friends, the members of Congress will not be happy to know that a third world island nation is developing so quickly, they have already managed to expel many of our agents, and that is not good for us." Wellington said losing his smiling face.

"We understand, Mr. President, we are already sending agents to better "convince" Mr. Roberto that it is not good to be too greedy." Amanda responded seriously and Wellington smiled again and left.

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[Pan Pacific Singapore: 04:34AM]

The Pan Pacific was one of the most luxurious hotels in the city and Roberto was taking full advantage of all the luxury that his new position could bring him and as he needed to sleep much less frequently than a normal human he was making the most of the drinks while he sat in his armchair. .

'That's life.' He said as he glimpsed the moonlight still present.

But in the shadows there were countless figures climbing the walls of the hotel, from the looks of it it was obvious that they didn't come wanting to hand out roses.

There were a total of thirty agents in stealth clothing, armed with pistols with silencers, and wearing full-face masks.

They were slowly filling the floor and were approaching the balcony where Roberto was sitting enjoying the early morning with a whiskey in his hand.

"Boys, you chose your mission of the week very poorly." Roberto said shocking everyone who could hear.

They stood still for a moment but just as the squad leader was about to give an order over the radio he realized that their communications had been cut off.

"Shit!!" The leader whispers.

"Think better about the next life." Roberto said and then night turned to day as a golden glow covered the top of the hotel.

An area attack, focusing on the fragile cells of human beings, things like concrete or glass or even pillows were not affected. But all the human beings who were close to Roberto were now lying on the ground smoking.

If they removed the masks it would be possible to see that their skin was red, they were moving, Roberto gave everyone present radiation burns and probably everyone had terminal cancer.

"As expected, I'm glad I requested an entire floor for myself, well at least the Hotel received a great commission." Roberto said as he went back to grab a bottle of whiskey, when he realized that all the bottles were empty.

"Shit!!" He swore.