After Smith Dole finished assigning tasks, Eddie Brock spoke up.
"Boss, after hosting the tournament and now running our media company, I've come up with an idea."
Smith gestured.
"Go on."
Eddie glanced around the room, then said,
"My idea has to do with superheroes—extraordinaries. I've realized that neither you nor the others have really tapped into the potential of personal branding. Instead, we've let bootlegs flood the market. But we have a wealth of extraordinaries under us. What if we organized them into a team? A Seven-Man Squad—seven, just like the Dragon Balls."
"The squad would embody justice and the League's mission. The media company would handle promotion and branding. Fan economy, media rights, merchandise, games, films—all of it. This not only spreads the League's ideals but also generates massive profits. A superhero IP market could easily surpass hundreds of billions—DC Comics couldn't compare."
"Right now, men like you, Boss, or even Stark and Vanko, don't care much about wealth. But one day, there will be ordinary heroes influenced by you. They won't all be rich. A Seven-Man Squad can support them. And with the profits, the company could fund charities: insurance for heroes, orphanages, aid programs. A balance of commerce and goodwill."
Smith Dole's eyes narrowed as Eddie spoke. Seven heroes… it reminded him of something familiar—The Boys, from his past life. Vought International, with their Seven. Except Eddie's plan wasn't about lab-grown heroes, but real extraordinaries chosen and trained.
Interesting. Very interesting.
He asked, "And who would you pick?"
Eddie grinned.
"Obviously, legends like you or Stark shouldn't be on the roster. The Squad wouldn't be worthy. I'd suggest four or five members from our League, and two or three recruited worldwide, chosen through open auditions. We could launch a global campaign right from the start. Public involvement, big spectacle."
"As for you, Boss… and Vanko, and Stark… letting the company handle your IPs—even just toys and official merchandise—would skyrocket us."
Smith nodded slowly. The idea had merit. Internal picks kept control in their hands, while global auditions invited attention and loyalty. And yes, many extraordinaries lived in poverty. This could give them a place.
"Eddie, this is good. I support forming a Seven-Man Squad. But the League's creed must guide it—no compromise. For the outside recruits, build excitement. Launch a voting site. Let them show their powers, and let the people vote for their champions."
"As for branding, yes—my IP can be managed by the company. Just toys and figures. I'll talk to Vanko. He'll agree. And Stark? Offer him equity. He won't resist."
Eddie's eyes lit up.
"Boss, then please… give the Squad its name."
Smith chuckled darkly. "Call them… The Boys."
Eddie repeated the words, rolling them over.
"'The Boys'… enforcers, those who set things right. A fine name, Boss!"
Smith smirked.
"And the media company? Rename it… Red Ribbon Group."
"Understood!" Eddie was practically trembling with excitement. He knew this was no mere promotion. This was his path to the top. With The Boys, Red Ribbon Group would soon rival even Capsule Corporation's subsidiaries.
Smith looked around the table.
"Support Eddie. Anyone willing to step into the public eye, contact him. Be ready to stand in the spotlight as one of The Boys. And remember—the lineup won't be fixed forever. Members will rotate. Blood will stay fresh."
Wesley leaned forward, intrigued. Alexei looked elated—his dream of fame, of being a Russian Captain America, might finally come true. Even Yelena Romanoff raised a brow, curious.
Meanwhile, Eddie was already planning—imagining Selene, Michael, Wick, and others by his side. Yes… this squad would change everything.
(End of Chapter)
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