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

The angry curses that had been coming through the headset suddenly disappeared, and through the binoculars I watched as my teammates were sliced ​​in half, some short and some long.

Wilson's eyes were bloodshot.

These……

But they were all his closest friends and relatives...

He must get his revenge!

With bloodshot eyes, he jumped off the roof of the off-road vehicle, picked up his rifle, went to the driver's seat, and started the engine.

Then he stared intently at the Asian youth who was indiscriminately slaughtering people in the field...

Turn around and leave...

To run that freak over with a car, you'd have to be practically insane or have lost your mind.

Halfway away from the battlefield, the gunfire in his earpiece suddenly stopped. The eerie silence made Wilson feel as if he were drowning, nearly suffocating, almost going mad.

The sound of his footsteps, in particular, seemed to pound on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

His heart raced, his face contorted, then he grabbed the earpiece hanging on his ear, threw it away, and gasped for breath...

The outcome of the battle on site was no longer in doubt.

After Pei Yuan upgraded Destructive Vision, the damage was increased, and some shockwaves were added.

Those armed troops wielding alloy shields were instantly rendered powerless to resist, and were wiped out by him as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The scene was a mess, with severed bodies and limbs scattered everywhere.

In the final moments of the massacre, they were terrified and desperate, so Pei Yuan thoughtfully reassured them that they would no longer be afraid or desperate.

The once bustling and lively battlefield instantly became desolate.

Like an empty square in the middle of the night, desolate and lifeless, the pungent smell of burning permeated the entire street, pungent and unpleasant.

When Harris arrived at his safe house, he saw the scene on the street: corpses scattered on the ground, some holding various guns, like broken building blocks.

Harris's pupils dilated involuntarily, and he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

These images stimulated his brain system, particularly his visual nerves.

This made him doubt his decision; was it really a wise thing to take the initiative to contact that Asian youth?

After all, just by looking at those armed squads, it was clear that the other side's power and methods were extraordinary.

The Asian youth was clearly in a lot of trouble.

"If there are no problems, we should leave as soon as possible. We don't know if they will provide any follow-up support."

Having overcome his severed limbs and regained his composure, Harris quickly spoke to Pei Yuan.

Pei Yuan was somewhat surprised to see Harris. He had gone to the woods to deal with the body and had plenty of time to get out of the vortex of this matter.

Unexpectedly, they returned.

Pei Yuan nodded, took off the tattered bulletproof vest he had worn at Harris's safe house, and followed Harris into his pickup truck.

A plume of smoke billowed from the pickup truck's rear before disappearing at the end of the street...

The streets, which had just returned to quiet, began to creak as houses on both sides started to open one after another.

Some men, each holding a cup of coffee, took a sip, glanced towards the battlefield with a smirk, and then went about preparing their evening lunch...

Some went out of their homes and into the heart of the battlefield, looting the belongings of the armed men or picking through their intact weapons...

There were even men who owned large, fierce dogs who took the opportunity to bring their pets into the bloody battlefield, hoping to get them a warm meal...

As for how these people died...

Ah!

Who cares...

Chapter 16 [Do Strong Test Subjects Need to Be Found?]

In America, where guns fire every day, the death of a few people is not a big deal.

After all, this kind of thing happens every day.

However, for Wilson, the leader of the Water Security Task Force, this was something he could not let go of.

Driving south without stopping, Wilson finally arrived at the Walter Security branch. Behind the heavy walls, he belatedly felt a sense of dread.

Without a doubt, if he hadn't run fast enough, he would have ended up with a charred body just like his fellow members.

"I want to see Ms. Madeline! I want to see the CEO!"

In the Waterhouse office building, Wilson, who had rushed to the Waterhouse, was yelling at a blonde woman.

Ashley, the vice president's assistant, stared blankly at the man before her and said coldly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Madeline will not see you. You should understand how much money Walter has lost due to the mess you created by your poor leadership!"

"I can explain this to your face!"

Wilson did not intend to give up after the Vought Group learned of his mission failure.

Madeline decisively informed him that he would be transferred to a remote, desolate city as a cleaner.

He suspected that if it weren't for his position, which allowed him to be exposed to many of the shady dealings within the Water Group, he would probably have been kicked out immediately.

But what difference is there between this arrangement and killing him?

Wilson persisted, and just as Ashley was about to call security to take action, the voice of Vice President Madeline came from behind her.

"So... what are you going to explain to me?"

Upon seeing Madeline's face, Wilson's dejected expression immediately brightened. "Ms. Madeline, the last mission was a sudden emergency. If you give me another team, just one more, I'll definitely take that guy down..."

Madeline interrupted him directly, coldly retorting, "However, do you want another total annihilation? You need to understand one thing: the fact is that you mismanaged the situation."

Do you know how many times the Pennsylvania police department has called me because of this! If you keep bothering me like this, we'll have security throw you out..."

After saying that, Madeline left without any hesitation, leaving Wilson devastated.

Ashley shrugged at him and then followed Madeline away.

At that moment, Wilson felt as if his spine had been removed, and he had lost all his strength. He didn't even know how he got back to his residence.

He drank a case of beer again and again. He was very unwilling to be a cleaner for the rest of his life in that godforsaken place.

And this is how it all began.

It all started when that lab mouse escaped from the hospital!

"Damn it! Why did you run away? Wouldn't it have been better to be a guinea pig?"

Wilson's eyes widened in anger as he smashed a beer bottle forward, the glass container slamming against the wall with a bang.

The beer inside exploded, sending out countless white bubbles.

But this did nothing to quell the rage burning in Wilson's chest.

He picked up another bottle, but when he saw the advertisement featuring a locomotive on the bottle...

Wilson paused for a moment, then suddenly fell silent. After a long silence, he picked up his phone and made a call.

"Is this Dr. Carlton...? I think you might need a strong test subject..."

"...It would be an honor..."

……

Harris was a black market businessman who walked the line between law and reality, so he created three identities for himself in order to have a backup plan.

After taking Pei Yuan away from their previous residence, he went to another safe house.

Compared to the previous house, this house is in an old street apartment with a small room, only one bedroom and one living room.

But its advantage lies in its seclusion and quietness.

“My room is very well hidden; those guys definitely won’t find it,” Harris said confidently as he opened the door.

Pei Yuan did not deny this point. After all, the last time, the location was exposed by the Timberwolves' location, which allowed the Vought Group to find it.

Pei Yuan: "Why do you plan to turn back?"

Harris knew the other person was asking about what happened before, so he smiled and said, "To be honest, I still don't understand why. If I had to say, it must be some kind of intuition that made me do this... or maybe it's my damn brother!"

You know, we have a very good relationship, but right now it seems you don't need any help from me.

Pei Yuan smiled and said, "This secluded place is quite nice; otherwise, it would have taken me some time."

Harris smiled as well, then cleaned the dust off the room.

Harris did not inquire about the origins of those people, knowing that the information was not good for him.

For the remaining few days, Pei Yuan stayed in Harris's safe house to avoid trouble. Harris would bring him food from time to time and update him with information to help with the investigation.

Pei Yuan also tried his best to bask in the sunlight to gain role-playing points. Now, after spending 1,000 role-playing points to upgrade the Destruction Ray and the previous battle, he still had more than 500 points left.

So much so that he increasingly wanted to kill the invisible man, whom he saw as a glittering mass of energy that could power him up.

After a day of sunbathing, Pei Yuan returned indoors, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and followed Walter's news as usual.

Since the news of the train hitting and killing a pedestrian a few days ago, there has been no follow-up.