Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 233: Shoe Mat Theory
Nautical mile?

Terry knew who it was without asking. It can often be seen in various Western fantasy works. The lost civilization Atlantis is described in this world as a civilization hidden in the deep sea. It is similar to a certain blond in the world view next door. Like a guy, the King of Atlantis.

It is said that Namor is often described as the first mutant in modern society. However, because of his special identity and the fact that Victory Commando involves super powers, Terry has not included it in the history courses he has taken here. I've seen related descriptions.

Let alone history texts, even in the museum built in memory of Steve, there is no word about this man at all.

Terry was slightly absent-minded for a moment, and he seemed to have thought of a question.

He swung the sword casually, and with the blessing of the second gear, even though his movements looked like he was taking a slow walk, in fact, from the observation of the eagle eye on the top of the building, Terry looked like a silver-gray hurricane. Sweeping towards the streets in the distance.

The simulated creatures blown by the wind were all torn apart and turned into harmless-looking balls again. They weakly slumped to the ground. While losing their threat, they no longer moved towards the river behind Clint. .

The efficiency of the state machine and the speed of the army were much faster than Terry had expected. Before the targeted armed troops, who were said to be stationed in half an hour, had arrived, a large number of troops with hot firepower appeared on the streets of New York.

Although pure bullets have lost their meaning, humans, a race that is good at making killing weapons, do not lack other means.

Electric shocks, flamethrowers, and even low-temperature liquid nitrogen, these dangerous instruments that simulate the power of nature were released in large numbers. Tactical teams entered the streets of New York amidst the shouts of prohibitive orders, attacking everyone. The black balls of the 'New Threat Race' carry out targeted killings.

"In less than ten minutes, the entire group's tolerance to high temperatures has doubled."

"Um, hello?"

After seeing the intervention of the army, many capable men and strangers who spontaneously faced the black ball silently lowered their hands and looked at the well-disciplined soldiers with doubts, as if they were observing something.

The iron-blooded fight against the opponent can certainly inspire the hearts of ordinary people who don't understand anything, but Terry felt a vague sense of suffocation in the overwhelming firepower of the army.

Even if you don't pay attention, you are well aware of the frightening speed of evolution.

Steve's analysis was correct. After the United States made up its mind, it immediately invested a large amount of money in this ridiculous war, which was equivalent to showing its mad dog-like attitude.

The superiors showed sufficient attitude, and some ordinary people who were troubled by the attacks of those black balls also cheered and gave encouragement and praise to the soldiers holding powerful weapons.

Terry put away the sharp blade in his hand and frowned as he watched three soldiers who got into the alley in front of him and used flamethrowers to roast a dark simulated pet dog into powder.

A gentle greeting sounded behind Terry, as well as the rather characteristic clicking sound of a metal stick hitting the ground.

Maybe New York can return to its original peace in just half a day, but it also means that just half a day after this counterattack, the next irregular life group that appears will be a group that is not afraid of extreme high and low temperatures, is not afraid of electric shock, and is also resistant to targeted chemical compounds. Terrifying guys with considerable resistance.

They don't understand what this means for the time being. They only know that the taxes they usually pay should not be in vain.

The large family pet, simulated by irregular life, wailed and struggled to support itself under the flames for fifteen seconds.

If Terry remembered correctly, he had previously used fireball at a similar temperature to kill an irregular life form of the same size, and the thing had only sustained itself in the high-temperature baking process for about seven or eight seconds.

Turning around, the young man in a suit wearing sunglasses forced a smile at Terry with a sad look on his face.

After confirming that the United States was not going to take action against these 'threats' hiding in the market, they breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left the battlefield.

The blind lawyer was accompanied by a tall black man wearing a gray hoodie, who raised his chin at Terry and turned his eyes around the silver-gray armor on Terry's body with interest.

Matt Daredevil and Luke Cage.

Terry put away the fire protection suit and looked at the two people who came together strangely: "What do you two do?" There is no doubt that Matt must have just listened to Terry's reminder and ran to the next block to find Together with Luke Cage, who was also fighting against some large irregular beings, the two sides temporarily formed a team to learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses to deal with those larger black balls.

It's just that Terry thought that when the army intervened, the two of them would part ways immediately. After all, neither of them are superheroes yet. If they hadn't been forced to do so today, they would probably still be like other capable people who don't like to expose themselves. 's special place.

"I figured you might have an official status, so I thought I'd find you - I had something to tell you."

Although it is a question, it is in an affirmative tone. It can only be said that Matt's perception is indeed outstanding.

Luke was still taciturn. His originally interested eyes were hidden under the gray hood after Terry took back the fire protection suit. He is also a superpower, and he knows that he is too probing into the uniqueness of other people. It's easy to make the other person unhappy, not to mention that he doesn't like dealing with people in the first place.

"Those armies."

Matt looked at the team of soldiers holding flamethrowers with a sad face. Although he had no vision, he still stared.

"When I fought with these unknown creatures before, I found that their learning ability is very amazing. The gentleman next to me can also testify that their resistance to physical damage is very terrifying, and they even have some even more terrifying manifestations..."

"I know."

Terry interrupted Matt's words. The latter was silent for a few seconds, and his sad expression became a little anxious.

"No, I think you have misunderstood what I am about to say. I want to say that those round monsters cannot be dealt with by ordinary force. Their adaptability is very terrifying. Perhaps the intervention of the army can nip the symptoms for a while. But it also increases the threat next time!”

……

Terry waited for Matt to finish this time, then opened and closed his lips slightly.

"I know this part too."

Matt fell into silence, and the expression on his face became a little strange.

Luke also raised his head slightly, looking at Terry with something inexplicable in his eyes.

"Not only do I know this, but the officials behind me as you guessed also know this."

"Then why send the army?!"

Matt took a deep breath. This seemingly decisive counterattack was undoubtedly nurturing the enemy of the entire black sphere group.

Luke sneered, shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his broad palm and pressed Matt's shoulder, turned around, his tone full of ridicule.

"Look, I said it would be in vain for you to come here to remind me. I no longer have any expectations from the U.S. government."

Luke took a step forward: "Let's go, man, don't waste your words. All people with official backgrounds are the same, not to mention that this guy is Asian. Asians can mix with official backgrounds in the United States. I'm happy." It’s too late to kneel down and lick the insoles of those politicians, so why worry about the future?”

Matt was unmoved and still stared at Terry. Although there was no sight, Terry felt another strange, more intense gaze.

"The big guy got it right. Politicians, it's impossible for the higher authorities to wait until they have a perfect plan before taking action. At the very least, it will make them lose the votes of New Yorkers who are angry because they have not seen official intervention for a long time. ”

Terry didn't even look at Luke who was leaving, and showed a playful smile: "After all, judging from the level of cultural popularity in this country, most people can't even spell the words adaptability and evolution, especially those who Guys in the black community, their cultural level is as low as the soles of their shoes.”

(End of this chapter)