Chapter 33: A Powerful Boost!
Homelander, also known as John, the creator of the iconic Getsuga Tensho scene.
He was a product created by Vought International using the genes of Soldier Boy combined with the genes of an unknown, powerful superhuman female.
So, in essence, Vought International was his home.
He had neither a father nor a mother; he was an orphan who should have belonged to that city of orphans, Gotham.
The lack of childhood education caused his personality and worldview to gradually become unhealthy.
In the later stages of the TV series, Homelander went completely insane, becoming a total lunatic.
But now... it was 2019.
Stan Edgar was dead, and the new CEO was Ian.
Homelander had not yet lost control.
And...
He discovered that Ian seemed to be even stronger than him.
He was no longer the greatest, most powerful superhero in the world.
After calming down for a while in the restroom, Homelander still couldn't quell the fear in his heart.
Since he was young, the people at Vought Internationalhad always told him that he was the strongest superhuman, almost on par with the previous generation's Soldier Boy.
But now, for the first time, he had seen someone stronger than himself.
The concentrated uranium radiation that he, Homelander, couldn't withstand, the other party had handled with ease, and was completely unaffected.
How the hell was he supposed to compare to that?
"What if... he can absorb my powers?"
Homelander muttered to himself, the fear and unease in his heart growing stronger.
"If I lost my Superpowers... then what would I be?"
He couldn't help but ask himself this, but deep down, besides fear, he had no answer.
After calming down for a while in the restroom, Homelander walked out and returned to the room from before.
He crossed his arms, feigning composure, and fixed his gaze on Queen Maeve.
Queen Maeve, like him, was a member of The Seven and possessed strength almost equal to his.
"Maeve."
Homelander called her name, his face full of forced calm and composure.
Maeve turned her head to look at him, slightly puzzled, her delicate brows furrowed, and a foreboding feeling welled up in her heart.
Whenever Homelander called her name in the past, something bad always happened.
"You saw it just now, too," Homelander continued. "He is a threat. He can absorb something from Lamplighter's body... something we can't see."
"True," Maeve nodded, noncommittally. "He does have some kind of ability we don't know about, but he is our Vought International CEO now, Homelander. He..."
"No!"
Homelander's voice suddenly rose.
"He is just a superhuman who used some despicable means to take out Stan and steal Vought!"
He was expressionless, staring intently at Maeve, his powerful aura making the air in the entire room feel as if it had frozen.
Seeing this situation, Madelyn, who was nearby, wanted to say something, but after thinking it over carefully, she didn't speak.
"Maeve, he is a threat to the entire The Seven, to Vought, to all superhumans, and to this world."
Homelander said, enunciating every word.
"Although Lamplighter was already washed up, that guy killed him in a way that was almost predatory."
"If we sit by and do nothing, the next one might very well be The Deep, A-Train, you, or me.
The whole world might very well be... seized by that guy!"
As he spoke, Homelander took half a step forward, looking down at Queen Maeve in front of him.
"We are superheroes, Maeve. We have an obligation to resolve potential crises."
Hearing this, Queen Maeve almost gagged. He clearly did things in private that were more evil than any supervillain, yet he claimed to be a superhero.
Homelander had always been an extremely hypocritical and vain guy.
"I want you to go fight him."
Maeve's brow twitched slightly, her face full of confusion: "Why me?"
"Because you are the most suitable," Homelanderexplained. "You are the strongest in terms of combat power at Vought, besides me."
As he spoke, Homelander's eyes suddenly filled with a crimson glow, and a dangerous aura radiated from his body.
"Of course, you can also choose not to fight him, and fight me instead."
Queen Maeve: "..."
She knew that Homelander definitely didn't have anything good in mind when he came to find her.
...
"My physique, speed, strength, and explosive power have all increased by at least half compared to before!"
After absorbing the radiation, he had tempered his heart once with Bio-electricity and absorbed Lamplighter's life energy.
Ian stood in the laboratory, testing his various physical data.
"Not only that, but my powers are also more powerful than before."
His eyes suddenly filled with a blinding red glow, and blue electric arcs crackled around his eye sockets.
Laser Vision!
The next second—
Szzzt!!
A crimson beam as thick as a forearm instantly tore through the airflow, agitating the free electrons in the air, and like lightning, struck hard against the iron block in front of him.
A temperature of hundreds of thousands of degrees suddenly erupted, instantly melting this massive iron block into molten iron.
"As expected, when I fought that Level 4 Mutant before, I had to use all my strength and rely on Emma's mental power just to fire such a terrifying Heat Vision."
"And now... just by absorbing radiation energy and Lamplighter's life energy, and tempering my heart once, I've already reached this level of intensity!"
Ian was filled with joy, very satisfied with his improvement.
"Not only that, my body's cellular metabolism is also faster than before."
He lowered his head, a flash of Laser Vision in his eyes, and a wound about three centimeters long was instantly shot into his wrist.
In just over ten minutes, the wound had already begun to scab over.
It wouldn't take a day for this wound to heal rapidly on its own.
It was much faster than Ian's previous recovery speed.
"My defense is stronger than before, and my recovery speed is also much faster."
"Ha! This boost is really powerful!"
Ian grinned, revealing his stark white teeth, the smile on his face even more ferocious.
"With this level of strength now, even if the folks over in the Marvel Universe, the Detroit Arsenal, and those guys who are about to arrive see through that I've taken control of that Mutant base."
"It's enough to deal with those guys!"
As he was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
Ian frowned. Didn't he tell Dr. Vogelbaum not to disturb him?
Why was someone still knocking on the door?
"Enter!"
The laboratory door was instantly pushed open, and a red-haired woman wearing silver armor was standing outside.
"Maeve?" Ian recognized who it was at a glance. "What do you want with me?"
Maeve raised her head, looking at him with a deep, unfathomable gaze, and said nothing.
Then, the next second—
She stomped her foot, and her entire body instantly shot forward like a cannonball, charging fiercely at him!
Chapter 34 Queen Maeve: Oh, ho ho ho!
Bang!!
A figure was sent flying with a heavy impact, slamming hard against the wall before rolling onto the ground.
Queen Maeve felt as if her internal organs had been struck by a cannonball, and her entire brain felt somewhat dazed.
She supported herself with her hands to stand up from the ground, looking at the tall Asian man in front of her with disbelief.
What just happened?
Didn't she charge at this man?
How did she get sent flying in the blink of an eye?
"What is the meaning of this?" Ian stepped forward, looking at Queen Maeve before him with an expressionless face.
"As a member of The Seven, you come to find me, the CEO, and not only do you not greet me, you attack me right away..."
"Do you think... I am that ordinary person Stan Edgar who has no abilities at all?"
The cold light of the incandescent lamp refracted onto his face, causing the left half to be shrouded in shadow, leaving only a deep, dark outline visible.
But Queen Maeve felt a strangely oppressive aura, as if it were tangible, spreading from Ian and pressing down on her.
"You... who exactly are you?"
Queen Maeve slowly stood up, looking at Ian before her with a grave expression.
"Vought International would never let a super-human become a CEO!"
"Don't tell me you are the new CEO appointed by Stan Edgar's will; even a child wouldn't believe such a trick."
"That old guy has always treated us super-humans as commodities; how could he possibly let a super-human like you be the CEO of Vought International?"
"You are very smart." Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Queen Maeve in front of him with appreciation.
He had originally thought that The Seven were all incompetent, giant babies like The Deep and Homelander.
As it turned out, Queen Maeve had actually given him a surprise.
"So... who exactly are you?" Queen Maeve narrowed her eyes slightly, her muscles tense, ready for combat.
"Me?" Ian smiled. "What if I said... I am just like you, a test subject of compound v?"
"You are like us? That's impossible." Queen Maeve shook her head without even thinking.
"Your abilities are much stronger than ours; you can't be the same as us, unless..."
"You are like Homelander, a product of gene editing!"
"Believe it or not, I've already told you what you wanted to know, so... now it's your turn to tell me what I want to know."
Ian stepped forward again, crimson light gradually gathering in his eyes, arcs of electricity flickering in his eye sockets, like a god.
"Who sent you here?"
Queen Maeve was startled.
"No one sent me; I just... wanted to come up and test your strength!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she stomped her foot, and the alloy floor was instantly crushed, with the sound of an air sonic boom immediately following.
She clenched her right fist tightly and, like a cannonball, smashed it fiercely towards Ian's face.
But Ian, as if he were scared silly, stood in place, unmoving.
Is he crazy?
Seeing that Ian did not dodge her attack, Queen Maeve felt a sudden sense of doubt.
Could it be that this guy wants to take her full-force strike with his face?
You have to know, her full-force strike could completely destroy an armored vehicle!
Could the defense of the man in front of her be even more terrifying than an armored vehicle?
The answer, of course, is...
Yes!
Bang!!
The terrifying fist, tearing through the air and creating a sonic boom, slammed hard into Ian's face.
But he didn't budge at all, as if the fist hitting his face had no strength whatsoever, soft and limp.
"This..."
Queen Maeve was stunned on the spot, her eyes suddenly narrowing, as if she had seen something incredible.
She had originally thought that even if the opponent could block her full-force strike, he would at least stumble back two steps.
After all.
Even Homelander, when he was hit in the abdomen by her full-force strike, had retreated a full five steps.
But now, Ian hadn't budged at all?
How the hell is this possible?!
"Very good, your attack turn is over; now it's my turn to attack."
Adhering to the principle of give and take, Ian clenched his right fist, his muscles bulging, and smashed it fiercely into Queen Maeve's lower abdomen.
The triple strength boost, the enhancement brought by tempering his heart with Bio-electricity once, and the powerful strength he already possessed...
At this moment, this immense power exploded instantly, causing Queen Maeve to involuntarily bend over and dry heave twice.
Immediately afterward, a tide of pain swept in from her abdomen, followed by numbness.
She couldn't speak, and she could barely feel her abdomen.
"Speak, who exactly sent you here?"
Ian walked slowly to her, asking in a deep voice.
"The way you lie is actually very easy to see through, Queen Maeve."
"Let me guess, was it Homelander? Or did Madelyn send you?"
"Anyway, these things don't matter anymore; if they want to come deal with me, I'm ready anytime."
"But for now, I am still the CEO of Vought International, and I am still your boss."
Ian paused, grabbed Queen Maeve with his right hand, lifted her head up, and made her look at him.
"Look at me, Queen Maeve. Tell me... when an employee makes a mistake, how should I, as the boss, punish you?"
Queen Maeve endured the intense pain, raising her eyes to look at Ian before her.
She never expected that the opponent's speed and strength would be so formidable.
And...
The opponent had actually seen through her lies long ago and even guessed Homelander and Madelyn!
Thinking of this, Queen Maeve couldn't help but tremble inwardly.
This guy... what kind of monster is he?
"Well, since you won't say, I'll choose for myself."
Looking at Queen Maeve's silent state, Ian raised an eyebrow, recalling the plots from those Japanese adult films he had watched in his previous life.
Then he leaned over to Queen Maeve's ear and whispered his little idea.
Queen Maeve hurriedly raised her head, ignoring the intense pain in her abdomen, eyes wide, looking at Ian with a face full of panic.
"You dare? You can't do this to me. I am Queen Maeve, I am a member of The Seven, and I am the most powerful superhero other than Homelander!"
"Wrong." Ian's eyes were filled with pity as he looked at Queen Maeve.
He shook his head: "You are not powerful. If you didn't have these Superpowers, Queen Maeve... what would you be?"
Queen Maeve was stunned, but before she could answer, Ian began his punishment.
Queen Maeve's expression changed abruptly, and she wanted to resist Ian, but her strength compared to Ian's was like a baby compared to an adult, worlds apart.
And so.
Queen Maeve, this employee who made a mistake, had to honestly accept the punishment from her boss, Ian!
"Urghhh!!"
"No! You can't... OMG! This... I will die!"
"Fuck! Oh... YES! Deep!!"
"Oh ho... oh ho ho ho ho..."
Chapter 35: Fight!
"Queen Maeve has failed."
Homelander's expression was slightly flustered, his aura suppressed to the extreme, and he watched the surveillance footage before him, at a loss.
Even he wouldn't dare to take Queen Maeve's full-strength attack head-on, yet Ian stood there, motionless, blocking it with his face, and didn't even suffer a scratch.
Could it be any more exaggerated?
Is he even a superhuman?
"This... how is this possible?" Madelyn murmured, dazed.
"A monster, he is absolutely a monster!"
When she saw Ian walk into the radiation chamber earlier to absorb the radiation energy, she thought he would die.
But in the end, other than Lamplighter dying, Ian was completely fine.
And now, Queen Maeve had also rushed up to test his strength, only to be defeated by Ian in an instant, like an adult beating a child.
What is this?
Is it impossible for this guy, Ian, to die?
Madelyn simply didn't believe it; in this world, no one is immortal.
"What should we do next?"
Homelander turned his head to look at her, the panic on his face intensifying, much like a child who had seen something terrifying and was seeking help from an adult.
Madelyn took a deep breath, thought of something, and said slowly:
"We need to find some powerful helpers, or... look for new chemical agents that can make you even stronger."
"Does such a thing exist?" Homelander asked with a frown, "And you saw it too, Madelyn, that guy is definitely a superhuman with strength not inferior to mine."
"Of course there is." Madelyn nodded.
She had been keeping an eye on Ian's movements during this time and discovered that The Deep and the others had been sent out on missions.
After a brief investigation, she discovered that these superheroes had actually been sent by that guy, Ian, to search for compound v.
"Homelander, if you find compound v and inject it, you might have the strength to take that guy out."
"Really?" Homelander was still a bit worried.
"Of course." Madelyn grinned, revealing a faint smile, "You are the strongest, Homelander. As long as you follow The Deep and the others, you will be able to find compound vand then kill him!"
...
Queen Maeve, whose real name is Margaret Shaw, is the second most powerful member of The Seven.
By all rights, she should be standing in the public eye, glamorous and bright, as a highly popular superhero.
But now...
She was just like an employee who had made a mistake, being severely punished by her boss.
A few hours later.
Ian's punishment finally ended, and Queen Maeve lay on the experimental table, panting, her face pale, looking like someone who had been broken.
"Maeve, this is just a small punishment for you. Challenging the boss's authority involves much more than this."
Ian lowered his head, looking expressionlessly at the dazed Queen Maeve, his voice cold.
Ian could kill Queen Maeve right in front of him at any time, but he didn't do so.
To make those who want to oppose him, who delusionally think of challenging him, and those who are clueless, fall into extreme terror.
This is what Ian wanted.
After all.
He was a troll in his past life.
Various methods to make the opponent feel fear or even collapse were already second nature to him.
"If you want to continue being a superhero, then listen to me."
Ian leaned in close to Queen Maeve and whispered.
"Otherwise... Margaret Shaw, you don't want to be unable to be a superhero, do you?"
As the demonic voice reached her ears, Maeve's heart trembled. She closed her eyes, thinking of Homelander, Madelyn, and the power Ian had just displayed.
She was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Okay."
Ian nodded with satisfaction, left, and returned to his office.
"It seems that while punishing Maeve just now, the Bio-electricity in my body became a bit stronger."
"This Bio-electricity involuntarily stimulated the cells on the surface of my body, accelerating cellular metabolism, making my recovery ability slightly stronger than before."
"What is the reason for this?" Ian couldn't figure it out, "Could it be that doing this kind of thing can stimulate my body?"
However, with his current strength, dealing with the upcoming crisis in the Marvel Universe should be more than enough, right?
...
Marvel Universe, outskirts of Detroit.
Rumble!!
The sturdy tires of the armored vehicle rolled over the gravel-covered road, splashing mud and water in all directions.
Under the curtain of rain, military camouflage armored vehicles drove slowly, heading toward the Mutant Research Base ahead.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
Major Contes sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed in a light sleep, when he suddenly asked his adjutant, Roke, who was beside him.
Roke was a sturdy black man who had been by Major Contes's side ever since he became a soldier.
Roke looked at the GPS in the vehicle, estimated the distance to the Detroit Mutant Research Base, and then answered:
"About ten more minutes."
"The road conditions ahead aren't very good, Major. A section of the bridge was washed away by the heavy rain, and the engineers are rushing to repair it."
"If we take a detour, we'll likely have to wait over forty more minutes, so it's best we wait for them to finish."
Major Contes nodded without opening his eyes.
Not far away, Ian, Emma, and three Mutants were watching this side with binoculars.
"It looks like destroying the bridge will be able to delay them for a while."
Emma said; Ian had previously asked her to take command of all the Mutants in the Mutant Research Base.
Then.
He had her take three Mutants here to destroy the bridge that was their only way through.
"This is just a way to stall for time. If we don't completely deal with these guys, we will have endless trouble ahead."
Ian stood beside her, hands behind his back, as fine raindrops fell from the sky, constantly patting against his body.
Ever since he absorbed the radiation energy and Lamplighter's life energy in The Boys world, he had the Mutants here change their plan.
Whoosh!!
Just then, a violent roar came from the sky.
The sound was very distant at first, like a clap of thunder rolling across the horizon.
But thunder wouldn't keep getting louder, nor would it carry a sharp tail sound like metal rubbing together.
Ian knew clearly that this was the sonic boom caused by a fighter jet from the Air National Guard base flying overhead at high altitude.
"Fighter jets." Emma's expression gradually turned ugly, "I didn't expect there would actually be fighter jets coming."
Behind her, a middle-aged Mutant with a scar on his face, looking to be about thirty years old, said with a grave expression:
"If we are discovered by them... and they killed Adele and the others, what will happen?"
He was a Frenchman named Fali, also a Level 2 Mutant, whose ability was to increase his own adrenaline secretion.
"Fight!!"
Ian's pair of black eyes were sharp as an eagle's, staring tightly at the armored vehicles stopped on the road, as he spoke coldly.
"If we want to survive, we either deceive these guys and disguise ourselves as a normally operating Mutant Research Base."
"But Adele is already dead, so our disguise will likely be seen through."
"And if we are seen through... then the result will only be..."
"Fight!!"
Chapter 36: Now, We Have No Choice But To Fight
A few dozen minutes later.
In front of the Detroit Mutant Research Base.
Armored vehicles filled with fully armed American soldiers slowly approached.
In the passenger seat, Major Contes slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Mutant Research Base hidden in the jungle before him.
The rain was still falling, sparse and cold, with a chill gradually condensing into a hazy mist in the air.
The convoy of armored vehicles slowly came to a halt in front of the barbed wire fence surrounding the Mutant Research Base.
The headlights on the vehicles were all switched on, their blinding white beams cutting through the mist and illuminating a thick alloy blast door at the entrance of the base.
Major Contes jumped down from the passenger seat, his combat boots landing on the muddy gravel ground and splashing up mud.
The Detroit Mutant Research Base, codenamed "Tin House."
If judged solely by its appearance, it looked like an industrial warehouse abandoned deep in the jungle.
The gray concrete exterior walls were covered in dark green vines and moss, with subtle cracks appearing in several corners.
If Major Contes were not a member of the anti-Mutantmilitary, who would have known that beneath such a place, all sorts of Mutant research experiments were being conducted?
Major Contes withdrew his gaze from the research base before him and turned his head to look at his adjutant, Roke, beside him.
Rainwater dripped down the edge of his helmet, forming a thin stream on his eyebrows.
Major Contes wiped it away with his thumb and spoke coldly:
"Contact the director of this Mutant Research Base, Adele."
"Yes!" Roke nodded quickly and immediately pulled out the x-quantum communicator from his pocket.
The device had a matte black titanium alloy casing, with a ten-inch touchscreen on the front, embedded with a ring of fine quantum entanglement state indicator lights.
At this moment, these indicator lights were emitting a faint blue glow.
Unlike traditional radio communication, the x-quantum communicator did not rely on electromagnetic waves to transmit signals; instead, it exchanged information through two pairs of pre-paired quantum entangled particles.
This meant it required no base stations, no satellites, and could not be eavesdropped on or jammed.
In environments where all conventional communication methods failed, it could still remain functional.
Unfortunately, the last time Adele tried to use the x-quantum communicator to contact the outside world, she was directly jammed by Emma.
Roke pressed the power button, the screen lit up, and he quickly entered Adele's quantum communication code before pressing the call button.
Major Contes stood in the rain, his gaze fixed on the Mutant Research Base, his right index finger tapping rhythmically against his holster.
The base's defense system was still running, which meant there were still people inside, but no one had come out to greet them.
This was very wrong.
According to standard procedure, after an armed force arrived at the target location, the base personnel should have sent someone out to conduct identity verification and handover procedures.
And this process should not have exceeded five minutes.
But now, nearly eight minutes had passed since their convoy stopped at the gate.
Neither the sentries, the administrative staff, nor the base director had come out.
It seemed this base was truly in some serious trouble.
"Still no connection?" Major Contes asked, sounding somewhat impatient.
"Connecting..."
Roke had barely finished speaking when the status prompt on the screen changed to "Connected."
"It's connected! Major."
Major Contes nodded, took the communicator, and looked at the image inside.
In the feed on the communicator, Adele could not be seen; only a corner of the office ceiling and a blurry halo of light were visible.
"Adele?" Major Contes shouted into the communicator. "Director Adele, this is Major Contes. The support unit has arrived at the perimeter of the base. Please send someone out to receive us."
"Repeat, please send someone out to receive us."
On the other end, Emma held the x-quantum communicator, looking nervously at Ian beside her.
When Major Contes and his convoy drove over that bridge, she had returned with Ian and the others.
"It's fine, Emma," Ian said in a low voice. "If you can mimic her voice, try your best to do so."
"If you can't, it's also fine."
The cold light from the fluorescent tubes shone on Ian's handsome face, revealing an aura of grim determination.
"At most, we'll just have to fight!"
Seeing him like this, although Emma was still somewhat nervous, her heart felt as if it had been calmed by a sedative, no longer pounding as it had been just moments ago.
"Mhm." Emma nodded, lowered her voice, and whispered into the communicator, "Major... Contes?"
"You've finally arrived?"
Upon hearing this voice, Major Contes's brow immediately furrowed.
This voice was very similar to Adele's. To what extent?
It was as if someone were deliberately mimicking her voice.
This made Major Contes feel a bit strange.
"Ms. Adele, we have come to support you."
Major Contes decided to test the person on the other end, so he spoke in a casual, conversational tone:
"Before leaving, your brother Rick specifically asked me to look after you and see if you've been eating well lately."
"He also asked me to ask you, when are you planning to return to the family? The old man at home has already forgiven you."
Upon hearing this information, Emma was stunned.
Although she possessed telepathic abilities and could read others' memories, she had never actually encountered Adele while she was alive.
How could she possibly know this information?
But right now, she had no choice but to try anything, even if it was a long shot.
"Uh... I've been doing well lately," Emma replied, mimicking Adele's voice. "As for going home... maybe next month?"
Upon hearing this answer, a faint, cold smile immediately appeared on Major Contes's face.
The patriarch of the Hoss family had long since died; the person on the other end was definitely not Adele!
"Who exactly are you?" he immediately shouted. "Where is Director Adele?!"
Hearing this, an extreme chill suddenly surged from Emma's limbs, making her entire body go cold.
Damn it, she'd been found out!
Slap!
Ian raised his right hand and patted her shoulder, whispering, "Now, we have no choice but to fight."
Emma snapped out of it, nodded, quickly terminated the call on the communicator, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Farley beside her.
"Farley, get Jack and the others ready for combat."
"We might... have a brutal fight ahead of us."
"Understood!"
"Wait." Emma called out to him, scanning the office. "Where is Ian?"
Farley shook his head. "I don't know either; he was just here a moment ago."
...
"The voice was Adele's, but... I can tell that the person on the other end is a damn Mutant!"
Major Contes gripped the x-quantum communicator in his hand tightly, his expression looking terrible.
"Even the x-quantum communicator has fallen into the hands of those damn bastards; Adele is likely already dead!"
Adjutant Roke instinctively refused to believe this conclusion.
"How is that possible? Major, how could those Mutants have killed one of our base directors?"
"And..." he lowered his voice, "if I remember correctly, Ms. Adele also possesses Superpowers."
"I don't know exactly what the situation is either, but for now... Roke."
Major Contes looked up and turned to look at the armored vehicles behind him, as well as the fully armed soldiers on the vehicles who were ready to strike.
"We have to go in!"
Just as he was telling Roke to assemble the soldiers and preparing to have them use rocket launchers and Gatling guns to force their way in.
That alloy door had, at some point, slowly opened.
Major Contes narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the rain curtain, staring intently at a tall figure standing in the darkness.
As a major, his eyesight was excellent; he could see without much effort that the figure in the darkness appeared to be of Asian descent.
Roke, seeing someone come out, quickly asked loudly:
"Who are you? What exactly happened to this Mutant Research Base?"
"Did those damn bastards kill Director Adele?"
But the person said nothing, simply walking forward slowly before lifting his head. His eyes were flashing with a terrifying red light, and thin, silk-like lightning crackled around his eye sockets.
A terrifying aura, like that of a predator at the top of the food chain, instantly surged forth like a tsunami, causing all the soldiers present to hold their breath.
They watched the man who had walked out of the base nervously, their muscles tense, cold sweat mixing with the rain as it streamed down.
It was as if standing before them was not a man, but...
A god!
Chapter 37: Damn Bio-electricity, Spin For Me!!
"Who exactly are you? If you don't speak, I'm going to open fire!"
Roke raised his pistol, his dark face filled with solemnity, staring intently at the tall figure in front of him whose eyes were flashing with red light.
He had followed Major Contes for many years, captured many Mutants, and had even caught a glimpse of the heaven-destroying leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, Magneto, from afar.
In his view, the current situation was still within a controllable range.
After all.
They had so many fully armed soldiers with powerful firepower.
And the Mutant opposite looked like he was only in the category of a Level 3 Mutant, far from reaching the strength of Magneto.
So... Roke swept his peripheral vision over his own soldiers, then looked at the Mutant in front of him with contempt.
Sixty against one, the advantage is mine!
However, the Mutant opposite did not answer his words for a long time, which made Roke somewhat annoyed.
These damn Mutant animals, they really don't know what's good for them!
"Shit! You're deaf..."
Before he could finish his words, a terrifying Laser Visionas thick as a forearm instantly tore through the airflow, stirring up the electric ions in the air and emitting crackling explosions.
The next moment—
Splat!!
Roke's eyes widened instantly, and a violent, tidal wave of pain suddenly came from his lower body, causing his dark face to instantly distort and turn pale; he was almost in as much pain as a white man.
He helplessly covered his lower body with both hands, wanting to prevent the blood from flowing out, but that excruciating pain made his whole body tremble.
He couldn't even scream, only able to twitch and tremble silently.
Poor Roke, before he could fight Ian, he didn't even get to say the line, "Deafness is a sign of an emperor!"
The result was that in the blink of an eye, he became the eunuch Roke.
Behind him, those soldiers were stunned in place, and phantom pain appeared in their lower bodies as well, as if it were them who had just been pierced in a critical area.
"Fuck!"
Seeing his adjutant being so humiliated, Major Contes's face turned ugly, his gaze shifted from Roke's pierced lower body and landed on the figure in front.
"Fire! Don't let this damn Mutant escape! I'm going to kill him!"
Following his order, the soldiers behind him raised their firearms, and the muzzles spat out tongues of fire.
Bullets shot out one by one, turning into a torrent of steel, piercing through the curtain of rain, and shooting fiercely towards Ian in front.
Major Contes stared intently at the figure facing the dense bullets, clenching his fists.
Generally speaking, most Mutants were waste with obvious defects, like Level 1 or Level 2.
Faced with such overwhelming firepower, a Mutant of that level would instantly turn into a corpse exceeding heavy metal standards.
Even if some Mutants had powerful abilities and could block bullets, they definitely couldn't withstand the impact of so many bullets.
And in his view, although Ian's Heat Vision just now was terrifying, the other party didn't seem to have reached the level of a Level 4 Mutant.
So.
Even if the other party could block bullets, they definitely couldn't block this impact.
What's more...
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two tall and sturdy soldiers standing beside him; they each had knotted muscles and were carrying RPG rocket launchers on their shoulders.
As the triggers were pulled, two rockets whistled out, their tail flames streaking across the air, heading straight for Ian.
Boom! Boom!!
A series of explosions rang out.
Before everyone's eyes, Ian was hit by the rockets, fire soared into the sky, rainwater splashed everywhere, and smoke billowed.
The gunfire gradually stopped.
"Is he... dead?" Someone asked in a low voice.
With such terrifying firepower, logically speaking, even Captain America without a shield couldn't withstand it, let alone that Mutant.
"He should be dead. Our rockets are all special tungsten steel alloy armor-piercing warheads. It's not like Mutants who could block bullets haven't appeared before."
Another soldier caught his breath, staring intently at the smoke-covered area in front, and said in a deep voice.
"But after the tungsten steel alloy armor-piercing shells hit him, that guy still exploded just like a balloon."
"You have to know, this thing can directly pierce a tank!"
Yes, this thing could even pierce a tank; that Mutant must be dead by now.
Major Contes thought to himself.
However.
The wind mixed with rainwater blew gently, gradually driving the smoke in all directions, drifting away in wisps.
In the curtain of rain, a figure stepped forward, unscathed.
Major Contes's face suddenly stiffened, his whole body felt cold, and his scalp tingled.
This...
How is this possible?!
How could this Mutant be okay?!
"Since your attack round is over," he heard the Mutant say in a low voice, "Then now... it's my damn turn!"
The next second—
Boom!!
That figure instantly disappeared from their field of vision, and when he appeared again, Roke, who had been clutching his lower body, had instantly turned into a mist of blood.
It was as if he had been hit by a high-speed train; his body was torn apart in an instant, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Only that tall Mutant stood in place, his eyes focused with crimson light, and with a flash of Laser Vision, he directly pierced through three soldiers who were preparing to fire.
Seeing this scene, Major Contes's brows twitched wildly, his heart filled with horror.
This Mutant... how could he have such terrifying speed?
What the hell is going on here?!
Extreme fear instantly permeated the hearts of everyone present.
Da da da da!!
Suddenly, a soldier grabbed a heavy machine gun and began to fire wildly at Ian.
"Shit! Damn Mutant, I'll shoot you to death!"
Such terrifying bullets, if shot into anyone's body, would instantly kill them.
But unfortunately, what they were facing was Ian!
For Ian, who had already tempered his heart once, these bullets were even weaker than mosquito bites!
Physically resisting the bullets, Ian raised his eyes to look at that damn soldier, and then his big hand swung out violently, and immense power erupted.
"The one who is damned... will only be you!!"
Crack!!
The heavy machine gun instantly broke and deformed, and under such terrifying immense power, the soldier's internal organs were shattered by Ian, and he fell to the ground, dying on the spot.
Behind Ian, countless armed Mutants rushed up one after another.
"Kill these damn guys, only then can we survive!"
"Kill them!!"
Da da da!
Boom boom boom!!
Suddenly, the entire battlefield was in chaos.
Major Contes watched his soldiers being slaughtered one after another, his face livid, furious.
But facing these Mutants with Superpowers, he was powerless at this moment and could only sneakily look for an opportunity to escape.
However.
Just as he turned around, Major Contes's body instantly straightened, and his pupils gradually dilated.
He had been controlled by Emma using telepathy.
And the other soldiers were also dead or injured, and for the Mutants, the situation was looking great.
But...
Whoosh!!
Bombers whistled across the sky.
Ian suddenly looked up and saw black objects falling from the sky.
His face twisted, he gritted his teeth, his whole body muscles bulged, his spirit concentrated, and he roared:
"Damn Bio-electricity, spin for me!!"
Under the control of his spirit, the Bio-electricity in his chest instantly flowed into his eyes.
Following that.
Ian's eyes bloomed with thunder, and from his pupils, a terrifying crimson beam of light, thicker than a forearm and thousands of meters long, suddenly shot out!
This crimson beam of light shot up into the sky, like a divine spear piercing the sky, shooting straight into the firmament!
Chapter 38: "Damn Mutant, killing you a thousand times isn't enough!"
In modern warfare, fighter jets are truly noble aerial combat units.
Not only do they possess high-altitude combat superiority in the sky, but their maneuverability is also far stronger than bulky, massive things like tanks.
Therefore, in modern warfare, once fighter jets are deployed, ground combat forces can absolutely never win.
As a veteran pilot with over ten years of experience at the Selfridge Air National Guard Base, Myron had always believed this.
Although he had little combat experience, he had been on a few missions, flying fighter jets out to bomb those ignorant, damn Mutants.
In his view, those deformed guys with out-of-control Superpowers were not worthy of being called human at all.
In fact, even the fellow of those Mutants—Professor X—thought the same.
Otherwise, why would they propose the Mutant concept to distinguish themselves from humans?
And not call them Superpower-wielders born from humanity?
"Hey, Myron, do you see the combat unit below?" Jason's voice came through the intercom. He was one of the pilots for this operation and Myron's deputy squadron leader.
"Those people seem to be fighting the Mutants that escaped... Oh shit! They seem to be losing ground!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and wipe out these damn Mutant beasts!" Squadron Leader Myron slammed the control stick forward, a sinister grin appearing on his face.
"Mere Mutants, daring to kill on our America territory, they truly don't know their place!"
"Everyone, let them know the might of us Americans!"
The fighter jet engines roared violently, and the bird-like aircraft streaked across the rainy night, diving downwards at high speed.
Raindrops pattered onto the cockpit canopy, gradually being torn into long, thin water streaks by the airflow swept up by the aircraft.
Through these streaks, Myron could clearly see the battle situation below.
At the edge of the woods, in an open area illuminated as bright as day by searchlights, dozens of black dots were moving rapidly.
And in front of them were fully armed America soldiers.
"So it seems those dozens of black dots must be the Mutants who rushed out of the Mutant Research Base," Myron thought to himself.
Under his gaze, among those Mutants, some were faster than human sprinters, slamming violently into a soldier.
Some shot a fireball from their palms, directly shattering a soldier's head.
There was also a guy whose whole body was covered in a metallic luster, pushing forward step by step against the soldiers' rifle bullets.
Of course, these were all ordinary Mutants, looking only at level two strength, nothing exaggerated.
The most shocking thing... Myron focused his gaze on the battlefield where Major Contes and his men were, seeing Laser Vision flashing wildly, and a tall figure turning into an afterimage, smashing through several soldiers.
Under that figure's terrifying offensive, Major Contes's ground troops were retreating in disarray.
Those soldiers were abandoning their positions, scrambling in small groups toward the direction of the armored vehicles.
But unfortunately, in the face of an absolute difference in combat power, retreating was nothing more than a one-way ticket to hell.
After all, these soldiers ran fast, but the Mutants led by Ianwere even faster in their pursuit!
"Do you see that guy with glowing red eyes, Myron?" Jason's voice, filled with a hint of excitement, came through the intercom again.
"Judging by the situation, he should be the leader of these Mutants."
Myron nodded, fixing his gaze on Ian below.
The opponent could casually blow up an escaping soldier, and with a flash of Laser Vision from his eyes, several more lives were lost.
"This guy should be the most troublesome one," Myron said. "As long as we kill him, the Mutants below will be nothing to fear!"
Consequently, under Myron's order, the machine guns and artillery shells loaded on the squadron's twenty-plus fighter jets all poured down toward Ian's direction below.
Like a divine punishment from the heavens, a terrifying torrent of steel, with the power to tear everything apart, slammed toward Ian below.
From below, Mutants occasionally noticed their fighter jets, firing bullets with rifles or throwing stones at them.
But unfortunately, those Mutant attacks couldn't hit them at all.
This made Myron couldn't help but grin with a look of contempt.
He recalled what his instructor had told him back then: "Myron, ninety-nine percent of Mutants cannot fly, and their long-range attack methods are extremely rare."
"Facing our fighter jets, those damn Mutants are just like wheat, waiting for us to harvest them."
These words were indeed correct; most of the Mutants Myron had encountered could not fly and had no long-range attack methods.
Presumably, that damn Mutant beast below was the same.
He thought to himself, already prepared to go down and clean up the battlefield in a moment.
However. "Damn it, Bio-electricity, spin for me!!" A roaring, furious male voice actually came straight from thousands of meters below!
Immediately following. A blazing red beam instantly tore through the airflow, leaping and flickering in the curtain of rain.
This beam was like ball lightning brewing in a summer thunderstorm, shooting fiercely toward the sky at a terrifying speed.
"Jason!" Myron's expression changed abruptly. "Pull up, have the formation pull up!"
But unfortunately, he spoke too late.
The blazing beam instantly pierced through Jason's fighter jet, then swept to the left, destroying another fighter jet as well.
Under the force of gravity, the wreckage gradually plummeted downward like a headless fly.
Myron's heart trembled, and then his gaze locked tightly onto the place where the beam had come from below. It was that Mutant! The Mutant he had been observing just a moment ago!!
"Damn it, that damn Mutant!" Myron gritted his teeth, his face instantly revealing a furious, ferocious expression.
"I'll kill you a thousand times and it won't be enough!!"
Jason was his good friend of many years; ever since they became pilots, they had lived in the same dormitory and lived together.
He had even planned to introduce his sister to Jason after this operation, to make him his brother-in-law.
But now... everything had been destroyed by that damn Mutant below!!
"Drop bombs! Increase altitude, full firepower, kill that guy for me, I must kill that Mutant beast!!!"
Myron's roar continued to spread through the intercom, and upon receiving his order, the other fighter jets scattered to increase distance.
Bullets were fired wildly downwards as if they were free. One missile after another roared out, trailing white exhaust flames, carrying Myron's fury, and slammed toward the Mutants below.
Generally speaking, when the protagonist in a movie gets furious and acts recklessly, it's the moment the villain is about to lose.
But the problem is... the protagonist of this book is not Myron, but Ian!
At this moment, Ian's muscles were bulging, his three-fold amplified strength, and the powerful boost brought by his own cells being tempered by Bio-electricity... made his entire state unprecedentedly powerful!
Facing those screaming missiles and bullets, Ian exerted force with his legs. Boom!! The ground was instantly crushed, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.
And the next instant. His entire body instantly became like a cannonball, under this curtain of rain, fiercely charging toward the swarm of missiles bombarding down from the sky!
Chapter 39: Won! A damn landslide victory!
For Squadron Leader Myron, today was undoubtedly their nightmare.
He had originally thought that by keeping their distance and firing shells as if they were free, his fighter jets could kill the Mutant below.
And avenge Jason.
But he never expected that...
That Mutant had actually leapt thousands of meters in a single bound, slamming onto a fighter jet.
With hands like iron pincers, he exerted force, tearing the alloy-forged steel fighter jet in two as easily as if it were tofu.
Furthermore, Myron clearly saw the poor pilot being casually tossed aside by Ian.
Without a shadow of a doubt, he plummeted from thousands of meters in the air, meeting a certain death.
He knew immediately that things had gone wrong and wanted to turn around and flee.
But unfortunately, Ian had already reached mid-air, and the roles of attacker and defender had reversed!
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Terrifying beams of Heat Vision, as thick as a forearm, erupted, and the fighter jets exploded one after another, as fragile as potato chips.
"Damn Mutant! If I'm going down, you're coming with me!!"
With a crazed expression, Myron steered his fighter jet, charging madly toward Ian.
At this moment, he sought only death; he wanted nothing more than to trade his life to kill that damned, slaughtering Mutant!
But before his fighter jet could reach Ian, a blinding red light filled his entire field of vision.
That beam ignited from within the storm clouds, straight and dazzling.
It pierced the curtain of rain and tore through the air currents, causing the air to scream as it ionized.
The pungent scent of ozone didn't even have time to disperse before being swallowed by the beam.
In less than 0.3 seconds, the beam traveled at least four hundred meters, striking Mike's fighter jet with unerring precision.
The titanium alloy armor plating instantly turned from solid to liquid, then from liquid to gas, vaporized directly by the terrifying heat!
Mike's body was instantly incinerated, and then the ammunition box for the M61A1 Vulcan cannon was detonated by the beam.
Rumble!!
Thousands of 20mm shells exploded at ten thousand meters, turning the entire nose of the F-16C into an orange-red fireball fifty meters in diameter.
The fireball expanded rapidly, its terrifying speed leaving the two wingmen behind with no time to dodge; they were struck by the shrapnel from the explosion.
Both planes lost control almost simultaneously, trailing thick black smoke as they spiraled toward the ground.
"You have already lost!"
Emma, controlling Major Contes, looked up, her gaze sweeping coldly across the soldiers held at gunpoint by the Mutants.
Cold raindrops fell, splashing everywhere on the ground.
The soldiers huddled together with their hands on their heads, looking at the Mutants around them with eyes full of fear and disbelief.
They... had actually lost. How could this be?!
The surviving soldiers were filled with disbelief; they couldn't believe they had just lost like this.
They knew that the equipment they brought, along with the entire aerial combat unit in the sky, was capable of crushing any Mutant Research Base in America.
But now... Facing these Mutants who had escaped from the Mutant Research Base, they had lost. They had lost miserably!
After taking these captives back to the Mutant Research Base, Emma had originally intended to wait for Ian.
But... Whoosh!! A strong gust of wind roared past.
Ian, with red light flickering in his eyes, landed steadily from the sky.
Unlike a meteorite falling freely and crashing heavily into the ground, he landed like a falling leaf, causing no disturbance at all.
This was the result of Ian condensing his immense strength under his feet as he descended, stomping on the air to create a counter-force against gravity.
It was like the Moon Walk from the Navy's Six Styles in "One Piece," using powerful leg strength to tread on the air, creating a hovering effect similar to climbing stairs.
Unfortunately, Ian didn't possess the relevant techniques yet; everything had to be explored from scratch.
If a deceased Ian from the One Piece world had entered the mysterious space, he would have been able to go to the One Piece world and learn everything about cultivation from that world.
But for now... it was better to get some information from the captives first.
Thinking of this, Ian immediately looked up, his gaze fixing on Emma.
The 22-year-old Emma was in the prime of her youth, dressed in white, staring blankly at Ian.
The clothes were a size too small, clinging tightly to her body and outlining every curve.
Raindrops fell slowly onto her, soaking her clothes; the fabric gradually became transparent, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.
"Did you take care of them all?"
Emma looked at Ian before her, and at the wreckage of the planes slowly falling not far behind him, unable to help but swallow hard.
"Yeah." Ian nodded, speaking succinctly, though his gaze involuntarily lingered on Emma.
It had to be said that Emma's proportions were truly excellent; her bodysuit outlined the heavy, massive, rounded mounds on her chest.
Rainwater slid down her collarbone, slipping into the deep cleavage squeezed by the bodysuit, disappearing into the full, snow-white richness.
Under the nearly soaked fabric, that plumpness was visible, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, trembling like jelly—extremely alluring.
Sensing Ian's somewhat heated gaze, Emma couldn't help but cross her legs, asking unnaturally:
"Then... what should we do next?"
Water droplets slid down the lines of her legs; the leggings wrapped around her round, firm thighs and perky buttocks, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Ian snapped back to reality, fixing his gaze on her face, and replied:
"This unit came with a purpose. Once the people in Detroitrealize they can't contact them... There will be endless trouble coming after this, so we must nip it in the bud and make our own move before they do!"
Emma nodded. Under the washing of the rain, the skin on her face glowed white, like some fine suet jade—warm, moist, and delicate.
Her soaked blonde hair clung to her cheeks and neck, making her emerald eyes appear even clearer and brighter.
"Let's go. Let's go back and interrogate those guys, and then... we'll make our plans."
Ian said, and took Emma back to the base.
Emma's ability was telepathy, very similar to the White Queen, a Mutant Ian knew about in his past life.
But the White Queen was a Level 5 Mutant with terrifying, world-destroying power; the Emma before him didn't seem to be on the White Queen's level yet.
After all, Ian had never seen a Level 5 Mutant catch a cold after getting rained on.
"I'll handle the interrogation; you won't need your telepathy."
In the prison area, Ian arrived at the section where the captives were held. Behind him, Emma was wrapped in a blanket, sneezing and shivering all over.
"Mm, mm." Upon hearing Ian's words, Emma nodded repeatedly.
She had a cold now, and her telepathic ability was very unstable; if she wasn't careful, she could easily turn those captives into lunatics.
The two walked forward for about thirty steps and arrived in front of a cell door.
Then, Ian opened the cell directly and walked inside.
"Major Contes, hello. I am the new base commander of this Mutant Research Base."
"You can call me... Steve Rogers, or perhaps Captain America."
Major Contes:???
Since when did Captain America get involved with Mutants?!
Chapter 40: Ultimate Insult Pro Edition?
Could Captain America be a Mutant?
Major Contes had never considered such a question before.
After all.
Captain America, Steve Rogers, had been a household name in America since World War II, a well-known hero.
He was brave and fearless, powerful, possessed amazing stamina, and more importantly...
He had an ass worthy of representing America.
Yet the man in front of him, tall and well-built, possessed Super Durability and super strength, and could even shoot crimson beams from his eyes.
How the f*ck could this be Captain America?
Thinking of this, Major Contes couldn't help but laugh in frustration.
"Do you take me for a fool? Captain America is a genuine white American, and you..."
He looked Ian up and down, his gaze sweeping over the slightly yellowish skin on his face, a look of disdain appearing on his face.
"You are nothing but a yellow-skinned monkey, how could you possibly be Captain America?"
Any idiot could tell that the damn yellow-skinned monkey in front of him was lying.
The other party didn't dare to reveal their identity, why?
Major Contes thought for a moment and found the answer.
Because these Mutants were afraid, afraid of the American military he represented, and of America as a whole.
As long as these Mutants remained in America, they would never be able to appear openly in the streets!
Because in America, Mutants aren't even f*cking human!!
"Believe it or not, I say I am Captain America, and right now, I am Captain America."
Ian walked slowly to his front, looking down at the officer with an expressionless face.
He knew what Major Contes was thinking, but he didn't care about that.
Just like would you care about the thoughts of the pigs, cows, or sheep that are about to die and enter your stomach?
"Tell me, how long will it take for your Detroit Arsenal, and the Selfridge Air National Guard Base, to discover that something has happened to you?"
Hearing Ian's deep voice, Major Contes sneered disdainfully.
"Damn Mutant, you don't think such an interrogation would be effective on a well-trained American officer, do you?"
He was an American officer, after all.
Since the day he graduated from West Point, Major Conteshad undergone full anti-interrogation training.
Simulating capture, simulating torture, simulating every method the enemy might use on him—waterboarding, electric shocks, sleep deprivation, sensory isolation...
He was twenty that year, and among the twelve students in his cohort, only three made it to the end, and he was one of them.
The instructor's comment to him was only one sentence: "This guy's mouth is welded shut; he will definitely be able to serve America well!"
Now, more than ten years later, that young lieutenant who gritted his teeth in the simulation interrogation room had become a major with graying temples.
In these ten-plus years, Major Contes had added over a dozen scars to his body, and the number of Mutants he had interrogated was countless.
The Mutant abilities those Mutants possessed were strange and varied, and no one had been able to break him.
Why did this Asian Mutant think he would be the exception?
Just because of that terrifying ability that could destroy his troops? Or the cruel method the other party used to kill Roke?
Major Contes sneered in his heart.
The destruction of the body can only destroy the flesh; for the weak, this is enough to cause fear.
But for the strong, the destruction of the body is far less significant than the surrender of the spirit.
The surrender of the spirit is the real f*cking failure!!
He, Major Contes, could die, but he would never lose!!
"You don't need to look at me with that gaze, nor do you need to use those flashy methods to scare me."
Major Contes's expression remained disdainful, as if Ianand Emma in front of him couldn't do anything to him at all.
"I know your process very well: first threats, then torture, and finally using your eyes to do something to me, or other things to torture my flesh."
"But... behind me, there are millions of American soldiers, millions of Americans; even if you Mutants kill me, so what?"
"This still doesn't change the fact that you are lowly, damn Mutants!!"
Ian looked at Major Contes with some surprise; the cold light from the ceiling fell faintly, illuminating the other man's chiseled face.
This was a strong man with a firm spirit and will.
He came to this conclusion in his heart.
"Of course I won't do those low-tech things to you; in fact... you would never guess what I would do to you if you don't talk."
"It's nothing more than killing me."
Major Contes had an "I saw through everything long ago" expression on his face.
"Since you're going to kill me sooner or later anyway, you might as well do it now; either way, you won't get any intelligence from me."
Seeking death.
This was Major Contes's only bargaining chip in this unequal confrontation.
He was betting that the other party needed intelligence, needed a living, speaking officer to obtain that key information, so they wouldn't kill him easily.
But what if he really angered the other party, and they really acted?
Then so be it, he would die.
Dying in an interrogation was more dignified than dying on the run.
At least he could convince himself that he, Major Contes, died standing, and never bowed his head to a Mutant until death.
At least... his daughter, Angel, would take him as a role model.
"Of course I won't kill you, because killing you is too easy, just like crushing an ant."
Ian raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.
"You have a daughter, right? Six years old, named... Angel? Living with her mother in the New Center area of Detroit."
"What are you going to do?" A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Major Contes's heart.
"Nothing much." Seeing Major Contes's nervous appearance, Ian grinned, "Have you ever been afraid, Major Contes?"
"What do you want to do? I warn you, if you dare to touch my family, you're dead!!"
His face was solemn, staring fixedly at Ian, his tone filled with killing intent.
It was as if as long as Ian dared to do anything to Angel, he would fight these damn Mutants to the death.
"That depends on whether you tell me how long it will take for your Detroit Arsenal, and the Selfridge Air National Guard Base, to discover that something has happened to you?"
"And..."
Ian narrowed his eyes, shadows covering half of his face, leaving only his dark and deep features visible.
"What is their troop situation, and where are the weak points in their defense?"
"I won't tell you any of that!" Major Contes's face turned livid.
"Then I'll have no choice but to find four dogs to f*ck you, record it, make countless copies, and throw them to your daughter and your wife."
Ian grinned.
"No, you can't do that!"
Just thinking about what Ian said made Major Contes feel as if his brain had been polluted by the Warp.
These Mutants... how could they come up with such perverted methods?!
"So..."
Ian leaned forward slightly.
"Major Contes, you wouldn't want the video of you being f*cked by four dogs... to be spread to your daughter's hands, would you?"
Major Contes gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, staring fixedly at Ian in front of him.
But a moment later, as if completely defeated, he said in a dejected voice: "I'll talk."