"What? Asking for help? Didn't someone just solemnly declare, 'You protect the family, then watch me perform'?"
She drew out her words, like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Wanting big sister's help? You know what to do, Little Victor~"
"Tsk."
Victor rolled his eyes subtly, but in the next instant, his face instantly switched to an expression sickly sweet and nearly sycophantic, his voice drawn out, soft, and long:
"Oh~ my dearest, most beautiful, most kind-hearted, most wonderful big sister Mavis~ I'm begging you~ Please help your cute and pitiful little brother~ Pretty please~"
This voice... was so sticky it could pull threads.
For a moment, the entire chaotic battlefield seemed to be muted.
Wednesday's arm, holding the Benelli M4, trembled almost imperceptibly. She felt a chill shoot up her spine to the top of her head, goosebumps erupting all over.
Enid's hand even slipped, nearly dropping her beloved pink Desert Eagle. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes filled with utter disbelief.
Even Dr. 077, observing through the android, had a synthetic voice that conveyed speechless, choking stagnation: "You... truly have no shame at all."
"My apologies~"
Mavis, however, grinned like a cat that got the cream, her eyes curved into crescents.
"I just love Little Victor when he's this shameless! I really have to thank you; he rarely acts this spoiled since he grew up~"
Before her words faded, a faint, eerie blue glow veiled Mavis's eyes. She merely waved a hand as if casually—
Dozens of the cannon fodder robots in the distance, poised and ready, were suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand. With a teeth-grating screech of twisting metal, they were instantly crushed, crumpled, and rolled into a giant ball of scrap iron that crashed to the ground with a "boom!"
Immediately after, Mavis stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp, long whistle.
Seconds later, a heavy tremor began to rumble through the earth, as if a thousand horses were thundering forth.
Everyone looked towards the source. From behind the hills in the distance of the academy, a 'black tide' was surging forth with astonishing speed!
It was a torrent composed of countless Wolf Pups of varying sizes and deep, dark fur. Their eyes gleamed with a wild light, low growls rumbling in their throats, their momentum awe-inspiring.
"Holy crap!"
Victor's eye twitched as he looked at Mavis.
"You brought all the Wayne family pups? You shouldn't have."
Mavis's smile remained, but her eyes seemed vacant for an instant. Her tone was deliberately offhand.
"Mrs. Wayne is nearing her due date and needs rest. Just helping her look after the kids for a few days."
She then raised her voice, shouting towards the stampeding horde of Wolf Pups:
"Children! Look over there! Your Uncle Victor has prepared moving, durable chew toys for you!"
She pointed towards the hundreds of poised mechanical cannon fodder.
The wolves' gazes instantly locked onto the target. Excited Howls rose one after another, and their charge speed surged again!
They surged like a black tide, instantly engulfing the area occupied by the mechanical army.
"Hello, Uncle Victor!" ×N
"Thank you, Uncle Victor!" ×N
As they passed Victor, the Wolf Pups didn't forget to greet and thank him in their childish, chattering voices before pouncing on those cold hunks of metal.
They began a merciless disassembly job with fangs and claws.
The sounds of tearing metal, flying parts, and the pups' satisfied gnawing mingled together, creating a scene of extreme chaos yet imbued with a bizarre harmony.
In mere dozens of seconds, the hundreds of mechanical cannon fodder that had exuded immense pressure were utterly submerged by this black wolf tide.
The super Terminator controlled by Dr. 077 had its red eyes flicker violently several times.
The synthetic voice, uncharacteristically stuttering, finally squeezed out a single character brimming with human emotion:
"Fuck."
Victor grinned triumphantly, his teeth gleaming coldly beneath the Venom symbiote.
"What's wrong? Your precise algorithms didn't calculate this outcome?"
Dr. 077's synthetic voice regained its calm, but carried a trace of puzzlement: "Indeed. Their profiles exist in the database, but I cannot construct an effective model."
"Because I cannot comprehend why these creatures, unrelated to you by blood, would travel all the way from Transylvania for an inefficient social activity called 'Parents' Day,' merely to... see you? This does not conform to the logic of optimal resource allocation."
Victor fell silent for a moment, looking at this entity trapped in cold logic. For the first time, his eyes revealed undisguised pity:
"So, did you calculate the costs and benefits of all this? Did you calculate why Mavis would come, why these pups are willing to tear through steel for me?"
"You'll never be able to calculate it. Because what drives them is an emotion that doesn't exist in your database. That's the most pathetic thing about you."
"You know what? I once... came dangerously close to becoming as pathetic as you. Luckily, I have them."
His gaze swept over Mavis, Dennis, Wednesday, Johnny, the pack of pups joyfully dismantling machines, Wednesday and Enid.
"It's these family members, bound not by blood, who kept me from turning into the ghost you've become."
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