American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

The familiar decorations and colors clearly indicate that they are also using bulletproof vests.

"Damn it, where did he get a bulletproof vest?!"

Wilson probably never imagined in his life that he would encounter such a formidable opponent.

Even with such strong physical fitness, he still wore a bulletproof vest. The moment he saw the bulletproof vest, he felt his blood pressure rise.

Throughout his career, he has encountered some rather difficult superhumans, and on several occasions, he has managed to handle those unruly factors with ease.

This is also why Walter placed him in the center of the Sage's Grove.

However, he had almost never seen anyone like number 58.

His years of dealing with superhumans made him realize their nature; most of them were overly arrogant because of their abilities.

Those who consider themselves God's chosen ones possess an innate sense of superiority and a natural aversion to weapons like handguns; they avoid using them whenever possible.

There's no one like number 58.

"What's the panic! It's just a bulletproof vest, you all better calm down, he can't kill us!"

Looking at the target through the binoculars, Wilson roared at his teammates.

The deafening roar instantly snapped them back to reality, and they unleashed a torrent of bullets from their guns, trying to blast away the bulletproof vest first.

Seeing his teammates regain their fighting spirit, Wilson was very satisfied. Then, noticing the target's gaze, he remembered the location reported by the sixth team.

He immediately reminded her.

"Sixth Squad, take cover! Sixth Squad, take cover! The target has spotted you!"

"Sixth Squad, received!"

"After withstanding the attack, seize the opportunity to fire!"

At this moment, the shield bearers of the sixth squad also noticed the target's movements.

Without needing the team leader's reminder, he steadily placed his shield in front of him as soon as he saw the target's gaze directed his way.

He then signaled to the rocket launcher operators behind him to adjust their positions.

Through the viewing glass frame in the middle of the shield, the Asian youth was seen. The shield bearer smiled and leaned closer to the headset.

He joked, "Look, look, look! What do I see? I see a yellow-skinned monkey trying to give us a sunbath..."

"Then I think you should thank him..."

"That's what we should do. We'll send him to meet our God later. He should be happy, because he might be able to see his mother..."

"Hahaha……"

A burst of unrestrained laughter came through the headset, and the atmosphere became relaxed again, with no one taking the target's heat vision seriously.

Upon hearing the voice through his earpiece, Wilson, who was in the SUV, couldn't help but smile.

He was already imagining finishing the job, finding a seat at the neighborhood bar, and enjoying a leisurely drink.

At that very moment, Pei Yuan, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, also locked onto the position of the rocket launcher. Without further hesitation, a surge of emotion welled up in his eyes, turning them bloodshot.

Two blazing red rays shot out from his eyes, instantly severing the metal utility pole blocking the middle of the building.

An unstoppable heat gaze surged toward the black shield on the roof!

"Boss, something seems off..."

The shield bearer of the sixth team keenly sensed that there seemed to be something different about the target's laser eyes, before he could finish speaking.

The reinforced alloy shield blocking his way was instantly melted and vaporized, and then pierced through his body.

The massive shockwave carried it more than ten meters away before it crashed onto a rooftop.

Even the rocket artillerymen in the rear were affected; one of their legs melted off and evaporated, leaving behind a black, charred, and smelly wound!

"Ah! My legs! My legs—"

The next moment, a deafening explosion rang out, and the sound in the earpiece abruptly stopped.

In an instant, the noisy and bustling public channel became completely silent, like a deathly quiet street at two or three in the morning.

"Sixth Squad!"

"Is the Sixth Squad here? Sixth Squad!"

Those present had no idea what had happened to the sixth squad, which consisted of only two people on the roof! They could only frantically call out into their headsets.

Finally, a faint response came through the headset.

"The shield failed... The gunner is dead... I think... I think I saw my mother..."

The faint voice abruptly ended, but the amount of information contained within it sent chills down everyone's spine!

They stiffly turned their heads and saw the Asian youth in the tattered bulletproof vest jump off the windowsill and walk towards them amidst the shell casings on the ground.

As he walked, a sinister smile gradually crept up his lips.

"Isn't anyone going to come out and greet me for my new performance?"

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Chapter 15 [A One-Sided Massacre!]

The eerie voice echoed throughout the venue, like the sound of hell from the depths of the earth. Each word felt like a stone pressing down on their hearts.

The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating them, pushing them to the brink of collapse!

"You damned bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Finally, one of the black guards couldn't withstand the immense pressure. He picked up his rifle, removed it from his shield, and started spraying Pei Yuan with bullets!

His rifle ultimately proved useless.

Some of the bullets were stopped by the remaining bulletproof vest on Pei Yuan's body, while others lingered on him for a while longer.

In the end, not a single one could be injected into his body.

Pei Yuan glanced over and saw the arrogant black man instantly cut in half at the waist. The two sides of the severed body were pitch black and emitted a burnt smell in the air.

“Oh shit, this damn freak…”

This brutal scene sent chills down the spines of the surrounding armed forces.

Their anger made them ignore the advice of the Sixth Squad, and they instinctively raised their shields, frantically pulled the triggers, and emptied the magazines at Pei Yuan.

It seemed that only in this way could they dispel the fear in their hearts.

Da da da……

ding ding ding...

Countless bullets hurtled towards Pei Yuan, leaving his bulletproof vest tattered and mangled.

The remaining bullets struck his exposed body as if they had hit the hardest substance.

The bullet's tip twisted and deformed rapidly before falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Pei Yuan's clothes were covered with countless bullet holes.

The familiar throbbing pain spread from the spot where the bullet had hit him. Pei Yuan opened his eyes wide, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with a crimson light once more.

Two beams of light, radiating intense heat, shot out from his eyes and swept across the front row of armed personnel.

With a chilling hissing sound, the four-person team at the front, along with their alloy shields that even bullets couldn't penetrate, were cleanly cut into two pieces.

There was a clang.

Half of the shield fell to the ground.

Then came the bodies, split in two like collapsed building blocks.

A feeling called despair began to spread in everyone's hearts.

Even the cold guns in their hands couldn't give them enough sense of security.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat!" Wilson roared into his headset, his face flushed, as he watched the one-sided massacre unfolding in the distance.

The bullets were ineffective, the gunner's fate was unknown, and even the reinforced shield he had initially relied on had lost its ability to provide resistance.

Nothing could withstand the opponent's laser eyes that swept everything away and slaughtered indiscriminately.

He didn't understand what had happened. Was the experimental department's assessment of the target's strength wrong, or had the opponent's laser eyes been further enhanced?

But at this moment, deeply shaken, he couldn't imagine any other way to break the deadlock.

Despite using every means at their disposal, the guy was almost unharmed, and their operation was a complete failure.

Wilson's roaring in the headset had almost no effect.

Just as he finished speaking, another small team, as fragile as paper, was neatly sliced ​​up like a cake.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

The battle continues, but the roles have reversed; they are no longer playing the role of attackers, but rather lambs to the slaughter.

A crimson light swept across the area.

Gunshots rang out repeatedly.