At this moment, the circus clown that appeared out of thin air no longer had a smile on his face.
Just now, he had created an illusion, trying to draw Homelanders attention away so he could take the chance to inject the "Holy Blood" granted by the council.
As a councilman, what Brad obtained was not ordinary "Holy Blood."
It had been modified, something that could preserve sanity to the greatest extent while allowing ordinary people to become superhumans.
If someone who was already a superhuman used it, the effect would only be more explosive.
But the illusion he created did not even last one second before being broken by Homelander.
"However, he already touched me just now."
"That means he's become a living target!"
The clown took out a remote control and pressed it hard.
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On the other side, Alex scanned the surroundings. When he spotted the clown and the Glutton, his eyes lit up, and two golden beams immediately blasted toward them.
The Glutton instantly opened his mouth wide. Strange light flickered inside his mouth, as if it were connected to another world.
Alex's beams shot into it without stirring even the slightest ripple.
An interdimensional projection. This ability had no offensive power, but it was extremely effective against "heat vision."
Moreover, it sent energy-based attacks directly into another dimension instead of storing them inside the fat man's body.
So there was no such thing as an absorption limit.
Alex clicked his tongue, shattered the air, and lunged toward the clown.
Suddenly hearing a whistling sound, he looked up and saw a tiny black dot rapidly approaching from the distant sky.
The next second, Alex saw clearly that it was actually a missile. Thinking of "Midnight Clown's" "absolute hit" ability, a thought flashed through Alex's mind. That missile was coming for him. Without further thought, Alex immediately flew upward while contacting Angelina.
"Angelina, if you're not dead, then keep those two guys tied down over there."
"Remember, just stall them, not kill them."
He did not let Angelina go for the kill. First, because he was worried that Angelina was not a match for "Midnight Clown." Second, because of the event's requirements.
He did not know whether killing an important event target by borrowing someone else's hand would be judged as event failure, or cause the loss of a large amount of rewards.
At this time, Angelina, who was tearing a night servant in half, had red light glowing in her eyes.
She was becoming more and more accustomed to killing.
Now that she heard Alex's voice, the red light in her eyes slightly receded, and she immediately responded.
"Yes, Master."
Watching Homelander fly into the sky, Brad quickly said, "Go, now. One 'fuel-air bomb' probably still won't kill him."
"Damn it, we really miscalculated this time!"
"That lunatic doesn't care about his reputation at all!"
Just as Alex had guessed, that missile had been launched by the clown.
As long as his "absolute hit" touched the opponent, it could place a mark on the target.
After that, anything he personally launched would absolutely hit the target.
Now Homelander had flown into the sky as he wished, clearly intending to detonate or draw the missile away.
If they didn't leave now, there would be no chance to leave.
After all, acquiring such a high-powered weapon had already cost him a great deal of effort.
He did not have a second missile to use.
But at this moment, the clown's vision flickered, as if something flashed past the corner of his eye.
When Brad turned around, the fat man beside him was already nowhere to be seen.
"AHHH! MY LEG!"
The Glutton's voice came over. The clown snapped his head back and saw the fat man lying on the ground, head bleeding, clutching his left leg.
His left leg was broken, the bone sticking out, blood flowing nonstop.
It looked like he would be unable to move for the time being.
Right beside the fat man, a woman in tight black leather clothes lowered her center of gravity. Red light shot from her eyes, sharp fangs showing in her mouth as she stared straight at him.
Brad froze.
The state this woman was in looked very similar to the mutated people who had injected "Holy Blood."
Before the clown could figure out what was going on, his vision blurred, and a hand was already grabbing toward him.
'So fast!'
Hiss!
Angelina's five fingers clawed out and grabbed the clown, but his figure shattered into a patch of soap bubbles.
As Angelina's vision was disrupted by the bubbles, gunfire suddenly rang out. The bubbles burst, blood flowers kept exploding on her chest, and her body staggered backward.
Not far away, the clown emptied his magazine before stopping. Without checking the result, he turned and ran.
At this moment, a loud boom sounded in the sky, and then flames appeared within the thick clouds covering the town.
Fire tore through the sea of clouds and spread across the sky above the town.
The missile had exploded.
The shockwave reached the ground, making the clown tumble head over heels.
When he scrambled back up, he saw Angelina, who had been shot several times, chasing after him as if nothing had happened.
A patch of multicolored light suddenly flashed in Brad's eyes.
He created an illusion.
So the Angelina who had been charging straight ahead suddenly changed direction and rushed toward the other side.
Seeing this, the clown let out a slight sigh of relief and got up to run.
He could no longer worry about the Glutton. Right now, all he wanted was to escape this place.
Just then, he felt a scorching heat above his head. He looked up and saw two golden beams descending from the sky.
Just as they were about to hit him, the beams suddenly bent midair and shot toward the distant Glutton.
At the same time, Angelina caught up with the clown's illusion and reached out to grab it.
She grabbed nothing. The figure in front of her vanished like foam.
Angelina paused for a moment, then turned around, just in time to see Alex's heat vision being sucked into the Glutton's mouth.
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, then saw a figure sweep down from the sky and block the path in front of the distant circus clown.
Alex floated in midair, looking down at the clown from above.
Just now, he had flown into the cloud layer and indeed saw the missile chasing after him, so he detonated it with his heat vision.
What he did not expect was that it was a fuel-air bomb.
The explosion produced a cloud burst detonation. The resulting overpressure and thermal field effects, along with the scouring of high-temperature, high-pressure detonation products, blasted Alex several kilometers away.
At the same time, it truly tested the strength of Alex's body.
This was the first time since crossing over that he had faced a bomb second only to a nuclear weapon.
Saying he was not scared would be a lie. After all, he had never experienced it before.
However, a steel body was no joke. At close range, taking a fuel-air bomb like that, Alex only felt scorching heat, an intense impact, and being blown away.
He was almost uninjured.
This gave him a completely new understanding of his body's toughness.
At the same time, after being blown up like that, the proficiency of his steel body increased explosively.
But right now, Alex had no time to worry about that.
He looked at the clown and smiled, "Got any stronger tricks?"
"If not, you're dead for sure."
Brad forced a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Not necessarily, Homelander."
"The Glutton can still shut down your beams."
"As for your other attacks, they can't break my substitution technique."
Alex let out a laugh, "Haven't you noticed? The moment you split up, you already lost!"
His figure suddenly blurred, turning into a phantom that tore through the air.
The clown's expression changed drastically. He had just turned his head when he saw Homelander throw a punch, smashing straight into the Glutton's head in an instant.
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