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After Mike and his group "escaped" from the smelting plant, their car, driven by Gwen, left trails of burning blue flames across the ground
After Mike and his group "escaped" from the smelting plant, their car, driven by Gwen, left trails of burning blue flames across the ground
After Mike and his group "escaped" from the smelting plant, their car, driven by Gwen, left trails of burning blue flames across the ground
After Mike and his group "escaped" from the smelting plant, their car, driven by Gwen, left trails of burning blue flames across the ground as it sped into the distance.
It was clearly just a sedan, yet under Gwen's control, it felt more like a tank.
Unstoppable. Unyielding. It charged straight ahead.
The wild wind howled, the flames blazing on the car's body roared, and Gwen cheered loudly. But because she was still in her Spirit of Vengeance form, her laughter carried a strangely eerie tone.
The four people in the back seat watched her curiously, fascinated by her current state.
Mike glanced at Gwen and let out a quiet chuckle.
This world was not theirs. Because of that, he and Gwen were far less restrained.
The car tore forward under Gwen's power, but then—
"Do you even know where we're going? Do you know the way?"
Logan suddenly asked.
Gwen's mischievous, childish laughter came to an abrupt halt. Under her control, the car skidded forward a short distance before screeching to a stop.
She took her hands off the wheel, turned back, and shouted at Logan, "Why didn't you remind me earlier?!"
Blue flames spilled from her mouth like spittle. Logan hurriedly dodged, sighing in relief when the flames landed on the car seat and quickly vanished without igniting it. Staring at Gwen's hollow, glowing eyes, he muttered innocently, "I thought you knew the way."
"You expect an eleven-year-old to know the directions? You're too naïve. No—wait, maybe you've got dementia already!"
Hearing Gwen's sharp jab, Logan's face twitched. Beside him, Caliban couldn't hold back a laugh, and Charles clapped his hands loudly in agreement.
"What the hell are you all laughing at?!"
Logan raised his hand and gave both bald heads a light smack, though he couldn't help but laugh himself.
Seeing Logan laugh, Mike turned in his seat, winked at Charles and Caliban. After a moment's pause, they nodded.
The next second, the three of them shouted together: "What the hell are YOU laughing at?!"
With that, Mike and Caliban smacked Logan on the back of the head, making him stumble, and even Charles made the effort to reach over and deliver a weak but earnest slap.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed, and Charles grinned—only for his dentures to pop out again.
The car went silent for a beat before everyone burst out laughing. Even Laura, who had been curled quietly in her seat, couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upward.
"Hm?"
But when she noticed Gwen staring at her, her faint smile vanished instantly, her face returning to its cold, expressionless mask.
Gwen snickered and blew her a kiss.
A pair of lips made from blue flame floated gently through the air and landed on Laura's cheek before dissipating into sparks.
It was warm…
Laura froze, touching her cheek in disbelief. Seeing Gwen's grinning skull face, her cheeks actually flushed red.
As the laughter faded, Mike told Gwen, "You can change back now."
"Oh."
Gwen answered, a little disappointed—it felt like she hadn't had enough fun yet.
"There'll be more chances."
Her eyes lit up.
Blue flames quickly receded, her flesh and skin regrowing, and in the blink of an eye she had returned to normal.
Touching her face, Gwen let out a sigh of relief.
Every time she transformed, she feared she might never change back.
Mike studied her thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from her transformation.
That's it—she lacked weapons, armor, and a mount.
Clothes were easy. He could just give her one of the Kryptonian battle-suit watches.
As for a weapon, chains would be perfect—easy to carry, even stylish as an accessory.
And a mount? Once they returned, he could talk to Tony about designing a fearsome steel steed for her.
These thoughts flickered through Mike's mind in an instant.
Excited, Gwen bounded to the backseat, swapped places with Logan, and sat right next to Laura.
"Heehee!"
She beamed at Laura. Laura froze, then quietly turned her head away.
Seeing this, Gwen looked even more pleased with herself.
Now Logan was driving again, and as the car returned to the road, he shot Mike a sideways glance. "Where exactly are you and Gwen going?"
"I already told you," Mike replied with a smile. "We're here to help you. Wherever you're going, that's where we're going."
Logan choked on his words, then gave him a long, serious look. "This is a huge mess. You really want to get involved?"
Mike nodded.
Logan snorted. "Just don't regret it later!"
After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
The car fell silent. Caliban subtly perked up his ears.
Before Mike could answer, Gwen popped her head forward and declared firmly, "Some things don't need a reason!"
Mike gave her a thumbs-up, then turned to Logan. "Let's move out."
Logan coughed lightly. As strange as it all seemed, he couldn't deny it—he could feel his heart beating again.
Move out!
He roared inwardly, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the car sped off with everyone inside.
Meanwhile, at the Alkali Genetic Modification Research Institute…
A tiny blue-flamed skeleton danced in the crowd, scattering fire. Whenever the flames struck weapons, they melted instantly into molten iron. Yet when the fire landed on people, it caused them no harm at all…
Watching the surveillance footage, a thin, disheveled-haired man replayed it over and over before finally smiling. "It seems this creature doesn't want to hurt people. What a fascinating ability!"
He had never seen anything like it.
The footage continued, now showing Laura and Logan fighting mercenaries.
With just a glance, the man fast-forwarded.
Their fighting wasn't worth his time. After all, Laura had been trained by them from the start, and their fighting styles were thoroughly familiar.
Finally, the video froze on the car wreathed in flames.
The man stared at the image, unable to stop himself from imagining how exhilarating it would be if such a power could be turned into a weapon.
"Dr. Rice."
A mercenary who had been in the battle approached and whispered, "Do we keep chasing them?"
Dr. Rice looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Are you stupid? Since when can company property just run away like that?"
"But… we don't even know where they went."
"That's your excuse?" Dr. Rice sneered. After a thoughtful pause, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "Then again, it is too much to expect trash like you to handle this. So…"
His expression turned gleeful. "Let the other weapons give you a hand."
At those words, instead of relief, fear spread across the mercenary's face.
Those were monsters. Fighting alongside them, he didn't know whether his comrades or his enemies would die first.
"Pathetic. Look at the state of you."
Dr. Rice shook his head, then murmured, "This time, I'll personally take the field with you."
Hearing this, the mercenary finally let out a breath of relief.
(End of Chapter)