The sun had climbed high.
After finishing their morning exercise, Damon helped the exhausted Madison into the car.
Some say Western women have strong physiques, but Damon had a different view.
Under fivefold peak physical stats, all women—regardless of skin tone—were treated equally.
This was 1.25 times Captain America!
"My god, you almost killed me yesterday! Why didn't you stop when I said slow?" Madison's hoarse voice sounded.
"Isn't it said that women's words should be interpreted in reverse? 'Slow' means fast, 'stop' means move."
Damon glanced around, a strange smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Before Madison could respond, he interjected, "Just tell me… did you enjoy it or not?"
"...Yes."
Madison lowered her head weakly. "F*ck!"
"Huh?!"
"Wait, I didn't say anything!"
Madison quickly waved her hands. "I really couldn't take it anymore, I wasn't lying."
At that moment, Madison's eyes lit up like she'd seen a savior. She waved toward the distance. "Maria, over here!"
"You really are such a beautiful, kind, and understanding angel! I really love you!"
Maria was startled by Madison's enthusiasm. Yesterday, Madison had not been this proactive and welcoming; she had even seemed slightly distant.
What's going on?
Maria shrank her neck, speaking hesitantly, "Uh… I'm just taking a walk."
She hadn't told her father about going on vacation; she had indeed just come to check things out this morning.
But she hadn't expected that Damon and Madison, who had said they were going on a trip, still hadn't left by noon.
It was almost as if they were deliberately waiting for her.
Could it be… they had been waiting for her all morning?
Maria quietly glanced up at Damon in the driver's seat and felt like she had found the answer.
"Yeah, we're just taking a walk!"
Weak all over, Madison ignored Maria's protests. Silently, she used telekinesis to pull Maria into the car.
"GoGoGo!"
…
"They've started."
"Quick, follow them!"
On another street, an ordinary-looking car turned a corner, following Damon's direction.
But after barely a hundred meters, it felt like the car hit a steep cobblestone path, and a faint, almost imperceptible sound could be heard.
The driver's expression changed. "Oh, sh*t… flat tire!"
Slamming the brakes, the moment people got out and saw the sharp stone beneath the car, their faces immediately darkened.
"Team B, Team B, this is Team A. You follow from here, something's come up on my end."
"Team A, received!"
Meanwhile, the black pickup turned around to follow.
But as soon as it caught sight of Damon's tail, the pickup shuddered violently—and another flat tire!
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents slammed the steering wheel. "Damn it!"
At the same time, at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Triskelion Tower,
Coulson looked up at Nick Fury and shrugged. "Sir, that man doesn't want us following."
"If we force it, it won't be just the tires that get damaged… it'll be our heads."
Fury's lone eye narrowed slightly as he scanned the detailed report Coulson had recorded on the table.
Though Damon had only acted once, his abilities were considerable.
Moreover, despite his youthful appearance, he was decisively capable.
This was a tricky guy.
"But… if you choose that place, even you might not survive."
Fury had hoped to observe a bit longer and then pull Damon in at the crucial moment, inviting him to join their side.
But now, it seemed…
Chapter 8 (Part 2): Yurenka Mother & Daughter, War God Tommy
Nick Fury silently walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down on S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and carefully observing every busy agent below.
"If he wants to die, let him."
"The Avengers don't babysit fools."
Of course, Damon had no idea of these words. If he did, he'd probably shout at that man—slap him like the dance king of Avengers 4!
Perhaps due to the merged worlds, the famous Crystal Lake Camp was located in the outskirts of New York.
Even stranger, the camp had unexpectedly good online reviews.
For decades, not a single negative review!
Anyone returning spoke highly of it.
If Damon hadn't seen the Jason series, he might have thought Crystal Lake Camp was a genuine vacation paradise.
As the car approached a fork in the road, the pavement suddenly became bumpy.
They also passed a dilapidated gas station, where a strange old man was wiping down a hunting rifle.
At the sight of this, Damon immediately felt a sense of familiarity.
Yes, this was the vibe!
When the car finally entered Crystal Lake Camp, there were other people besides them.
Not a small crowd—at least a dozen.
Good grief, even lining up to die has its queue these days.
At that moment, Damon's attention was drawn to a mother and daughter.
The mother had a radiant, sun-like smile, golden curls cascading over her shoulders, gently holding her daughter's shoulders.
She laughed happily, exuding charm, yet there was also… a trace of pure innocence in her expression?
Combined with her full figure, it gave off a strange "Diamond Barbie" vibe.
Her daughter looked just over ten years old.
Wearing twin ponytails, she appeared lively, but her cold, detached gaze clearly set her apart from her peers.
[Anomalous objects detected — Yurenka & Jenny (Yurenka's mother), 200 anomaly points obtained.]
[Map Editor upgraded to V1.6, current anomaly points: 100/700.]
"Yurenka?!"
Damon's pupils constricted. Could it really be… the original Yurenka?
No—how could she be here?!
Damon remembered Yurenka from the obscure movie series.
Though young, Yurenka's brain had developed ahead of her age, granting her intelligence far beyond that of adults.
But this also drastically shortened her lifespan; doctors were certain she wouldn't live past eighteen.
Yurenka didn't fear death, only worrying that her mother would be left unattended, so she began seeking a husband for her mother.
Anyone irresponsible enough to get involved would meet only death.
Being targeted by a hyper-intelligent criminal with an age advantage meant even Batman would have to shake his head.
Damon never expected that a simple exorcism operation could lead him to this unusual mother-daughter pair.
At that moment, Jenny and Yurenka's gazes met Damon's.
Damon smiled and nodded at them.
Jenny continued to smile, sweet and pure, like a living doll.
Yurenka forced a small smile as well.
Damon then called Madison and the hesitant Maria to head toward a nearby camp.
As they walked, Damon noticed an elderly man, at least sixty, with a solemn expression.
Their eyes met briefly, until Damon saw his name.
"Legendary War God Tommy Jarvis?"
Wait—Tommy wasn't a little boy? How had he become an old man?
This elderly man in front of him looked nothing like the War God Tommy who had single-handedly killed Jason multiple times. It was hard to reconcile the two.
In the Jason series, Jason had killed countless people and was nearly unstoppable.
Yet he was repeatedly torn apart by a boy named Tommy.
Tommy killed him twice more afterward. Truly deserving of the title War God!
Remember, each time Jason was killed and resurrected, he returned stronger and more brutal.
Damon suddenly realized something overlooked—
If Tommy was already this old, how many decades had Jason been evolving?
Was the Jason now even the same Jason from memory?