Chapter 19: I cannot die! I absolutely cannot die here, damn it!
As Emma activated her telepathic ability.
The middle-aged white man who had been cursing and spitting on these Mutants suddenly saw his pupils shrink and constrict.
He stopped struggling, and the whole person sat there blankly, like an idiot.
Haa!
Emma let out a breath, looked up, and said to Ian, "Alright, he is now controlled by my ability. Whatever you want to ask, just ask directly."
"This ability is truly amazing." Ian muttered, feeling a bit envious of Emma's telepathic ability.
If he had this ability, couldn't he replicate the hypnosis scenes from those Japanese films?
But one thing at a time; the priority now is to get down to business.
Thinking of this, he leaned in toward Researcher Smith and asked, "Do you know what the Mutant ability of the Mutant Research Base Director, Adele, is?"
The controlled Researcher Smith had lifeless eyes. Upon hearing Ian's question, he immediately replied, "I know, her ability is... Mind Control."
Ian nodded and was just about to continue asking.
However.
Bang!!
Researcher Smith's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon.
A large amount of blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the entire laboratory instantly became a mess.
And Ian's expression became extremely ugly.
"Damn it!"
...
The government of America had always been in a state of suppressing Mutants.
These Mutants had X-gene mutations, thus possessing Mutant abilities that surpassed ordinary people.
But almost 99% of Mutants were Level 1 Mutants; they didn't have any powerful abilities, only strange and frightening appearances.
Take Paul, for example. This guy was a typical Level 1 Mutant; his mouth had mutated into a sharp bird's beak, but its hardness was the same as a normal bird's beak.
The Americans who saw him were all like Konoha villagers, mocking, bullying, and harassing him.
In the end, Paul was captured and sent to the Detroit Mutant Research Base, this dark and hopeless hellhole.
Level 3 Mutants like Ian, who looked no different from ordinary people, were extremely rare.
How rare were they?
It was like going to a lewd image group to find a lewd image, only to find one barely passable one among a pile of trash.
And Adele was one such rare Level 3 Mutant.
To be able to become the Director of this Mutant Research Base, the family power behind her was definitely not to be underestimated.
At this moment, inside the Director's office.
Adele was sitting at her desk, looking at the images on her computer screen with an ugly expression.
The screen displayed real-time surveillance footage of various areas of the research base, and in each small frame, those Mutants who had escaped could be seen.
These guys should have been locked in cages, controlled by the Mutant Controller, and then obediently waiting for Researcher Smith's experiments, dying like expendable materials.
But now, in the strict chain of events, it was as if a node had developed an error.
These Mutants had actually escaped and even killed Warden Mike, Armed Squad Captain Pete, and Researcher Smith.
These were no longer ordinary Mutant test subjects; it was time to strike hard!
And when she saw Smith being controlled and about to reveal her Mutant ability, Adele's brow furrowed sharply. The mental energy controlling Smith instantly detonated, resulting in the scene of Researcher Smith's tragic death.
The feeling of killing Smith was not good, because after all, he was someone she had brought with her, a long-time friend.
If not for the last resort, Adele would not have wanted to do this, but there was no choice; it was all forced by those damn lowlifes!
"Damn lowlifes!" Adele gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Ian in the surveillance footage.
She had watched all the surveillance videos and discovered that it was this Chinese Mutant who was behind it all.
Back when he had smuggled himself into America and was discovered to be a Mutant, it was she who had taken in this damned Chinese person.
"Colonel Stryker was right; these Chinese people have no conscience at all, do not know how to be grateful, and are not worth trusting."
Adele snorted coldly and immediately pressed a red button on the desk labeled "Emergency."
This was the switch for the ultimate weapon of this Mutant Research Base, which was freezing the body of a Level 4 Mutant, and it was also her final trump card.
Through observing those surveillance videos, she had already discovered the Mutant abilities of Ian and the other Mutants.
So Adele decided to directly use her own mind control ability to control that Level 4 Mutant's body.
And then.
Crush this group of damn lowlifes!
...
"We have basically killed everyone that needed to be killed. As long as we get the Mutant Research BaseDirector, Adele, under our control, we can completely take over this Mutant Research Base."
Inside the laboratory, Billy picked up the guns from the floor and looked at Ellis beside him with a hopeful face.
They had achieved all this now, and success was only a step away. He believed that a beautiful life in the future would definitely belong to them.
Ellis also exchanged glances with Paul, and both saw the smiles on each other's faces. Clearly, the hope in their hearts had been ignited.
As long as they successfully controlled Adele next, they, these Mutants who had originally lived in darkness, could live openly in this Mutant Research Base!
Beside them, Emma's brow was tightly furrowed, and she didn't say a word, as if she had something on her mind.
"These firearms have been confiscated by us. When we arm our Mutant team with them, we can strengthen our power and protect ourselves."
Ellis picked up a carbine rifle from the floor, grinned, and looked at Billy, who was looking up ahead.
However.
Billy didn't pay any attention to him at all. He just stood there, motionless, his eyes gradually becoming empty, and his pupils started to dilate.
"Billy, what's wrong with you?" Ellis asked with some confusion.
But Billy didn't pay attention to him, so Ellis walked up and reached out to pat his shoulder.
Under the influence of gravity, Billy's body gradually fell backward.
Thump!!
Billy's corpse fell to the ground, motionless.
"Holy shit!" Ellis's expression changed abruptly, and he immediately wanted to shout.
However.
His movements suddenly stiffened, and like Paul beside him, he stood blankly in place, like a wax figure, motionless.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the corpses of both Ellis and Paul fell down one after another.
Ian instantly sensed that something was wrong and quickly told the surrounding Mutants who were still confiscating weapons and collecting experimental data to flee the laboratory.
"Run! Run the hell out of here!!"
Not only him, but Emma's expression also changed drastically, and she shouted with all her might.
Those confused Mutants, although puzzled, still followed the orders of Ian and Emma to evacuate.
But just at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, Iansuddenly saw a human figure in the shadows, flashing quickly through the shadows of those Mutants.
The Mutants who had been fleeing in a panic all stopped in their tracks, standing blankly in place like wax figures, motionless.
Until their eyes were completely empty and their pupils dilated, these people fell to the ground one after another, becoming silent corpses.
On the wall, in the blood-stained shadows, a figure whose face could not be seen was standing there.
The figure was motionless, just standing in the shadows like that, looking over here without saying a word.
At the same time, an extremely intense sense of crisis, accompanied by a deadly chill, surged in from all directions.
"Emma! Run!!"
In his urgency, Ian roared, his eyes glowing red, his muscles tensed, and he began to aim at that dark shadow.
At the same time, he also used the corner of his eye to look at Emma beside him.
But the problem was... there was no one beside him!
That terrifying dark shadow had appeared beside him without him knowing when.
"Run, Ian!!" Emma's screaming voice came over.
Puchi!!
The pitch-black arm, merged with the shadows, was like a sharp blade. It ignored Ian's bulletproof skin and easily slashed a wound on his right arm.
Chi! Chi! Chi!!
Ian frantically released Laser Vision; the laboratory walls, the bloodstains on the floor, and the cold experimental tables were all scorched by the intense Laser Vision.
But all of this was to no avail. The Laser Vision shot at the dark shadow, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, having no effect at all.
And at this moment, he had already been targeted by this eerie dark shadow.
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
That feeling of being ice-cold all over, causing stiffness, surged up like a tide, as if trying to freeze him in place.
But his will absolutely refused to let himself sit there and wait for death like a coward. His whole body's muscles were tensed, frantically fighting against this feeling of stiffness.
"I..."
"I..."
Ian gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, standing motionless in place. The red Laser Vision blooming from his eyes kept flickering, attempting to fight against the powerful existence in the shadows.
Sweat kept seeping from his forehead and temples, his pupils were gradually dilating, and the extreme fear welling up in his heart felt as if it were about to swallow him whole.
"I... I must survive!"
"I cannot die!"
"I traveled across time and space with such difficulty; there is still so much enjoyment I haven't had!"
"I absolutely cannot die here, damn it!!"
Countless thoughts crawled into Ian's mind like insects, densely packed, occupying and filling his thoughts, consciousness, and body and mind.
But that dark shadow had already appeared behind him.
Puchi!!
The sound of flesh tearing.
Blood splattered everywhere!
Chapter 20 Cells: Oh ho ho ho, I can't take it anymore!
As the figure merged into the shadows launched a swift attack against Ian.
A wound that looked like it had been stabbed by a knife appeared on the left side of his lower back.
Fresh blood splattered, and a thick, rust-like scent of blood suddenly dispersed into the air, stimulating Ian's nerves.
Even with three times his combat power stacked, in his haste, he could hardly withstand this sneak attack from the Level 4 Mutant.
Stinging pain, coldness...
Ian felt as if a strange power was flowing along the wound, beginning to gradually drain his strength.
In this world, there is an insurmountable chasm between a Level 4 Mutant and a Level 3 Mutant.
And the formation of this chasm is due to the intensity of their Mutant abilities.
The ability of a Level 3 Mutant is enough to destroy an entire street.
Just like the famous Level 3 Mutant Wolverine, if he were willing to spend ten days or half a month, he could also destroy a city.
But for a Level 4 Mutant, destroying a city only takes a day, or even an instant.
This huge gap is not something that can be crossed by human effort.
Even though Ian had already stacked three times the strength, wisdom, memory, and spirit... facing a Level 4 Mutant, it was still somewhat difficult.
But he did not give up.
That extreme fear, mixed with intense stinging pain, was battling against his will, and the battlefield for this confrontation was his body.
In this stiffened state, Ian's whole body trembled, his muscles began to bulge high, veins popped out, and his face flushed red.
The wound on his lower back was dripping fresh blood, hitting the ground one drop at a time, making a crisp ticking sound.
The Level 4 Mutant that had just been hidden in the shadows, after ambushing Ian for a moment, appeared again on the wall opposite him, gradually peeling itself out from the shadows.
Ian could clearly see a tall red-haired woman wearing a black bodysuit walking out of the shadows.
The black bodysuit tightened around the two large white grapes on her chest, and with the woman's walking movements, they wobbled like jelly.
Her footsteps were rhythmic, neither fast nor slow, like a predator in nature that had already severely injured its prey, enjoying the prey's final despair.
Ian stared at her intently, unable to even hear Emma's voice from outside anymore; in the entire world, there was only this woman.
This red-haired woman holding a dagger, preparing to kill him!
"I..."
Ian was extremely terrified; he trembled all over, forced himself to stand in place despite the pain, and sweat kept sliding down the side of his face.
But at this moment, he could only watch the woman in front of him helplessly.
This Level 4 Mutant walked over slowly, like an apex predator, preparing to take his life.
Helplessness.
An extremely strong sense of helplessness rose in his heart in an instant.
Am I going to die?
This question surfaced in Ian's mind.
His face became ferocious, and he bit his tongue hard; the stinging pain, mixed with a metallic sweetness, flooded his entire senses.
Die?
He definitely didn't want to die!
He transmigrated here to enjoy life; damn it, he hadn't even started enjoying life yet, how could he just die like this?!
"Move..."
"Move..."
"Move for me, damn it..."
"Damn it, body, I order you to move for me right now!"
He suddenly let out a roar, and under the support of three times his strength, his whole body suddenly moved. His eyes glowed with fierce red light, and at the same time, his right hand grabbed the baton nearby and smashed it forward wildly!
Crackle, crackle!!
The baton was made of alloy, with blue electric arcs flickering on it.
At this moment, swung by Ian, who was terrified and angry to the extreme, it tore through the airflow along with the Heat Vision, emitting a violent whistling sound.
Amidst this noisy sound of breaking through the air, a loud noise suddenly came.
Bang!!
The baton and the Heat Vision slammed fiercely into the woman, and caught off guard, it tore half of this Level 4 Mutant's face to shreds.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Ian did not stop his movements at all, firing the Heat Visionagain and waving the baton in his hand to attack the red-haired woman frantically.
But the moment the woman was attacked, she had already merged into the shadows, making it impossible to hit her.
"Damn commoner, fuck you!!"
The woman's scream came, Ian's movements came to an abrupt halt, the baton in his hand was directly snatched away, and his mind buzzed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
Shadow fists, mixed with the baton filled with electric current, landed on him one after another.
And besides the shadow fists, shadows like sharp blades also continuously tore through every part of Ian's body.
Scars that looked like they had been cut by knives appeared all over his body.
With Ian's current physical defense, bullets and high-explosive armor-piercing rounds could not break through his skin defense at all.
But!
This dagger, merged into the shadows, could.
"Damn commoner, go to hell! Go to hell, fuck you, go to hell!!!"
Under Adele's control, this Level 4 Mutant used her ability to frantically tear apart Ian's body.
In just a few minutes, more than forty wounds appeared all over Ian's body.
Fresh blood seeped out like it was worthless, dyeing him into a bloody person, and he kept gritting his teeth in this laboratory to fight against this Level 4 Mutant.
Throwing punches, firing beams, smashing elbows, firing beams!
No matter how the opponent hit him, Ian just relied on his body's instinct, relied on his own will, to resist, to fight against this damn woman!!
...
Emma stood outside the laboratory, her hands placed on her temples, her mental power continuously piercing into the Level 4 Mutant's mind.
She could perceive that this Level 4 Mutant was just a body without consciousness.
Someone else was controlling this body, having killed Billy, Paul, Ellis, and the other Mutants.
And now, that guy still wanted to kill Ian.
So Emma had long since activated her Mutant ability, wanting to seize control of that body.
As long as she controlled that Level 4 Mutant's body, Iancould survive, and they could survive!
But the problem was...
"My ability still cannot completely control it; without being able to focus on one point, it is difficult to seize control, and it might even affect Ian."
As time ticked by, Emma's expression gradually became ugly.
"At this rate, if I can't seize control, I am of no use to this battle at all. What should I do?!"
Seeing that Ian's situation was getting worse and worse, being pressed against the wall by the shadow and constantly beaten with fists, spitting blood, her heart became anxious.
She could naturally abandon Ian, take advantage of the time when this Level 4 Mutant was fighting the other party to escape alone, flee outside, and regain her freedom.
But Ian had saved her before, saved her and all the other Mutants, giving them hope like a savior.
How could she possibly abandon him?!
But now...
Looking at Ian, who was constantly being beaten, with countless wounds on his body, yet standing stubbornly in place, waving his fists, and firing Laser Vision.
Emma's heart trembled, and her muscles tensed.
The gap in strength between them and the Level 4 Mutantwas just too vast; how on earth could they break the deadlock?
In her desperation, Emma closed her eyes and began to think rapidly.
A moment later, she opened her eyes suddenly, placed her hands on her temples, concentrated all her mental power, and released it towards Ian's brain.
Since she couldn't seize control of that Level 4 Mutant, she would bestow her own power upon Ian and bet everything on him!
"Ian! This is my last bit of strength!!"
As Emma's mental power entered Ian's mind.
He felt his conviction gradually strengthening, and his spirit and will seemed to transcend a critical point, beginning to sublimate.
"Die... I don't want to die, I haven't enjoyed life yet, I won't die!"
"Damn it, if you want me dead, I'll kill you first!"
"Damn thing, it's impossible for me to die; the one who will die is you!!"
He waved his hands frantically, and the red light in his eyes bloomed with fierce Laser Vision like it was free, looking like a mad demon.
And the Level 4 Mutant controlled by Adele kept leaving wounds on his body, and fists containing terrifying power slammed fiercely onto his body.
But!
Under Ian's formidable will, his cells actually began to absorb the kinetic energy brought by the Level 4 Mutant's punches.
These absorbed energies filled the cells and the wounds.
It even accelerated the metabolism of his entire body's cells, and even the wounds began to heal rapidly.
At this moment, under the command of his gradually sublimating will, his cells had completely surrendered.
And if one were to describe it specifically, it would probably be the following situation—
Cells: Oh ho ho ho! I can't take it, I really can't take it.
Cells: Master Ian is too strong, his willpower is too terrifying!
Cells: Oh ho ho ho... there's no turning back now, sob sob sob.
"Not good, how does this guy still have self-healing abilities?!"
Adele saw that the situation was somewhat bad, and immediately controlled the Level 4 Mutant, raising her hand to stab at Ian's fragile neck.
Puchi!!
The sharp fingers wrapped in shadows were inserted directly into Ian's neck, and fresh blood splattered.
The pink flesh inside, as well as the black-purple veins and trachea, were all exposed, shocking to the eye.
"Damn commoner, you should be dead now, right?"
Seeing this scene, a trace of joy appeared slightly on Adele's face.
It seems the battle is over.
However.
"Cells! I command you to heal for me, damn it, self-heal for me!!"
Adele's expression froze instantly.
Chapter 21: I'm going to blast you to death, damn it!
Human willpower is truly a marvelous thing.
Sometimes, a seemingly insignificant will can erupt with infinite power.
In his past life, Ian had heard of mothers who, in order to save their children, used astonishing willpower to unleash immense strength and lift a car.
He had always assumed that was just hyperbolic reporting; in the materialistic worldview of his past life, how could anyone possibly lift a car with their bare hands?
Until now, as Ian used his will and energy to command his cells to autonomously heal and recover from his injuries.
Only now did he understand that when mental power is strong enough, it can warp reality!
"Impossible... How could you still be alive?!"
Through the eyes of the Level 4 Mutant, Adele watched Ian, who was gradually recovering from his wounds, her face filled with disbelief.
She had originally thought that by deploying the body of the Level 4 Mutant she controlled, she could instantly eliminate these damned plebeians.
And in fact... that was indeed the case.
The moment she arrived at this laboratory, she had slaughtered all the Level 1, Level 2, and even those barely reaching Level 3 Mutants.
If nothing unexpected happened, this Mutant riot should have been quelled right there.
But damn it, the guy right in front of her was exactly that damned exception!
He was clearly just a lowly Level 3 Mutant, a plebeian she could kill with the flick of a finger, and he should have died when she pierced his throat just moments ago!
Yet, what did Adele see instead?!
After being pierced through the throat by her, not only did this guy not die, but his wounds were also rapidly healing, and he even flashed her a mocking smile.
"You... cannot kill me!"
Ian bellowed, grabbed the shadow-wrapped fingers embedded in his neck with both hands, and yanked hard!
Rip!!
Blood sprayed from Ian's neck as if it were worthless.
But under the power of his sublimated will and the potent energy he had just absorbed, the wound began to heal rapidly, visible to the naked eye.
"Now it's my turn to kill you!!"
Ian had always believed that the world was a giant turn-based game; some were strong and made the first move, while others were weak and forced to play defensively.
But... no one stays weak forever.
Taking advantage of the moment the Level 4 Mutant in front of him was stunned and bewildered.
He lunged forward, wrapped his arms tightly around the opponent's waist, and his black eyes focused, gathering a red glow that was larger, stronger, and brighter than before!
Heat Vision, maximum power output!!
"Damn it, go to hell!!"
Ian roared, his eyes suddenly erupting with red Laser Vision several times thicker than before.
The terrifying Laser Vision instantly struck the opponent's head, which was melded into the shadows.
Sizzle!!
At full power, the temperature of this Heat Vision reached a terrifying hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius!
Space almost warped, and thick white smoke rose from the shadows.
Scorched by this intense Laser Vision, the shadows on the Level 4 Mutant's head could not withstand it and began to recede.
"No!" Seeing this, Adele instantly panicked.
This mindless Level 4 Mutant body was a treasure she had begged her family for a long time to obtain.
If it were destroyed here, how could she answer to her family?!
"Damn plebeian, let me go, I'm going to kill you!"
For a moment, Adele controlled the body, struggling violently, smashing her head against Ian in a frenzy, attempting to break free from his grasp and retreat into the shadows.
But unfortunately, Ian held her tightly, refusing to let her escape.
"Damn bitch, I'm going to blast you to death!!"
Such a terrifying power output caused Ian's eyes to begin bleeding, only for the blood to be instantly vaporized by the horrific heat of his Heat Vision.
Fortunately, the Level 4 Mutant controlled by Adele never managed to break free from his restraint.
Under the scorching of his maximum-power Laser Vision, the shadows on the Level 4 Mutant's head were worn away, bit by bit.
The head was burned to ash by the terrifying heat, and in the end, only a headless corpse remained lying on the ground.
Huff! Huff!
Amidst heavy panting, the red glow in Ian's eyes gradually faded, and he slumped to the ground.
"Ian!"
Emma rushed in from outside.
She dashed to Ian and looked down at the charred corpse on the ground.
Then she turned to look at Ian, who was sitting on the ground, gasping for air, momentarily at a loss for what to say.
She had originally intended to use her mental power to bolster Ian, hoping it would help him clear his head and find a way to escape, which was why she had waited outside for the outcome.
But the result was...
After Ian was bolstered by her mental power, he shouted something like, "Cells, I command you to heal!"
And then.
His injuries actually started to heal!
He even... relied on this potent recovery ability, of which she knew not the principle, to use his Heat Vision beyond its limits and incinerate that Level 4 Mutant.
"Ian... are... are you okay?"
After waiting for a while, seeing that Ian had recovered somewhat, Emma asked tentatively.
"I'm okay, not dead yet."
Ian was drenched in sweat, feeling his head throbbing as if it were about to explode.
"I was just... this was my first time encountering a Level 4 Mutant, and I was a bit... overwhelmed."
He calmed down slightly, looked at the corpse on the ground, then raised his head to look at Emma, his face showing a mix of fear, anger, and exhaustion.
"This Level 4 Mutant was truly... too strong, too terrifying."
He paused, scanning the corpses of Ellis, Billy, and Paul on the floor, along with the bodies of the other Mutants not far away.
These severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, a shocking sight.
"She was so strong that I had no ability to fight back, so strong that all my methods were almost useless."
Ian felt his lips were a bit dry, and his facial muscles were twitching slightly.
"So I had no choice but to fight with my life... fight with everything I had, kill her... I don't want to die, Emma, and you don't want to die either."
"If we don't... if we don't kill her, we're both going to die here... and if we die, we can't enjoy life."
"It's okay, it's okay, just take a deep breath... relax for a moment, calm your emotions."
Emma swallowed hard, glanced at the charred corpse on the ground, and recalled the image of Ian refusing to die no matter what wounds he sustained, feeling a slight chill in her heart.
That recovery ability was so powerful it was terrifying...
Could he... not be a Level 3 Mutant at all?
Ian also knew his state was a bit off, so he began to take deep breaths, trying to calm down.
A moment later, he stood up, his bloodshot eyes looking at Emma, his tone low and devoid of any warmth:
"Let's go, Emma, we have one last thing to do."
Ian hadn't forgotten about the base director, Adele.
As long as he caught her and maintained the facade to the outside world, he could completely control this Mutant Research Base and then hide here to enjoy life.
"Don't you need to rest?" Emma looked at Ian, puzzled.
Generally speaking, after sustaining such serious injuries and experiencing such a brutal battle, one would definitely need a good rest.
Why was Ian standing up and wanting to continue with the next part of the plan?
"No need."
Ian shook his head, noticing that the wound on his wrist was no longer healing.
Perhaps he was only able to achieve that level of healing under extreme emotions.
After all.
Human willpower has always been a miraculous thing.
Perhaps he could spend some time later specifically researching what exactly was going on with his high-speed self-healing.
But for now...
Ian was expressionless, merely sweeping his bloodshot eyes over the corpses of the Mutants lying on the laboratory floor.
Ellis, Billy, Paul... the Mutants who had just been killing researchers with him were now cold corpses on the ground.
He had more important things to do.
"We're going to find that damned bitch of a base director right now, and then... kill her!"
Chapter 22: Struggling
"It's over..."
Administrative Zone, Base Director's office.
After sensing that a portion of the psychic power she used to control the Level 4 Mutant had returned, Adele's face instantly turned deathly pale.
That was a Mutant body capable of merging into shadows, even mastering shadow powers, and was considered an elite among the Level 4 Mutant ranks!
Not only that, this Level 4 Mutant body also possessed the potential to become a Level 5 Mutant.
What was the concept of a Level 5 Mutant?
That was a forbidden existence theoretically capable of making all the nations of the world submit, and with a wave of a hand, could destroy nations or even planets!
But now, this body was just gone like that...
Thinking of this, Adele's vision went black, and she trembled all over.
Those damn peasants...
This was no longer a simple Mutant rebellion.
If these guys managed to escape, I fear another MutantBrotherhood would emerge!
Furthermore, if the military outside found out that these Mutants had escaped from her facility, everything she had would be over.
'I miscalculated. This Level 3 Mutant actually has such bizarre regenerative abilities; he could actually endure those injuries and kill the Level 4 Mutant I was controlling...'
'No, I must quickly contact Major Contes and the others to request reinforcements, otherwise, it will lead to a catastrophe!'
Thinking this to herself, Adele hurriedly picked up the specially made x-quantum communicator from the desk.
This was a proprietary encrypted communication device for the Mutant Research Base, capable of maintaining normal communication in most signal-isolated environments.
However.
Just as Adele was preparing to contact Major Contes at the Detroit Arsenal.
The communicator seemed to be interfered with by something; there was no response.
"Shit!" Adele cursed angrily, her expression looking terrible to the extreme.
It didn't take much thought to know that those peasants must have used their Mutant abilities to interfere with the communicator's signal!
"Damn peasants, you think you can stop me with this?"
Adele sneered, her jade-white hands typing rapidly on the computer keyboard.
Because the Mutant Research Base was isolated from the outside and had security and anti-intrusion needs, the network for this research base was entirely an internal local area network.
Only by passing authorization verification could one access the external internet and contact the outside world.
So, what Adele needed to do right now was to contact the outside world through the external network.
As she kept typing on the keyboard, she sent a message to Major Contes.
Then, she sent the same distress message to the nearby Selfridge Air National Guard Base.
After doing all this, Adele breathed a slight sigh of relief, believing that the reinforcements sent by these two locations would be enough to suppress those damn peasants.
After hurriedly packing her things in the office, Adeleprepared to flee the place quickly.
After all.
Her greatest trump card had already been taken out by those peasants; relying solely on her Level 3 psychic control ability, if she stayed here, she would very likely lose her life.
So she chose to flee.
However...
Zzzzz!!
The sound of Laser Vision cutting, mixed with the sound of steel being torn apart, came from outside the door.
Adele paused, seemingly thinking of something; her body tensed up, and she stared fixedly at the alloy iron door in front of her.
On the iron door, there were flickering spots of light dancing, just like the Laser Vision she had seen earlier when controlling the Level 4 Mutant in Lab 012.
Those peasants.
They... were here!
Boom!!
Under the force of gravity, the iron door crashed onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that engulfed the office in front.
Violent winds surged, and smoke billowed.
Even the ground was vibrating slightly.
For a full two or three seconds, the dust was gradually blown away, turning into streaks and wisps that spread and faded in all directions.
Adele stared fixedly ahead; a tall, dark shadow stood there in the smoke, appearing and disappearing.
The shadow's eyes flashed with crimson light, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, clearly visible in the thick smoke.
Tap! Tap!
Clear footsteps approached, and the figure walked out slowly; the cold, incandescent light illuminated half of his expressionless, grim face.
Staring at the tall Chinese man before her, Adele felt a slight shock in her heart and instinctively took two steps back.
A cold aura, like that of some top-tier predator, rushed towards her.
It made her feel as if she were looking at some soul-reaping demon; breathing became difficult, and her legs began to go weak.
"You... what do you want to do? I warn you not to mess around; I am the Base Director of this Mutant Research Base!"
"I am also an official with the America government; if you dare to touch me, the FBI, the CIA, and S.H.I.E.L.D. will not let you go!"
It was still the classic villainous threat dialogue. In his past life, Ian had already heard enough of these brainless words, to the point where it didn't even stir him in the slightest.
"You think this is your leverage, and that by saying it, I will be afraid, back down, and let you go?"
Ian sneered, walking forward step by step, like a top-tier predator, staring intensely at the prey before him.
Previously, that Level 4 Mutant had been controlled by the Adele before him, hunting him like a predator.
But now, he had become the predator, and Adele... was his prey.
At this moment, the roles had reversed!
"This is completely impossible. Let me tell you, everything you, this bastard, are doing is futile!"
Ian said in a deep voice, his face devoid of any expression, save for coldness—a coldness like looking at a dead person.
"The persecution you inflicted on us, the torture you put us through... it is now coming back to you!"
"I will kill you and make everything you care about—power, status, money... all disappear!"
Adele swallowed a mouthful of saliva and kept stepping backward; she naturally knew that Ian would not let her go.
After all.
She was the Base Director of this Mutant Research Base, the executioner who persecuted these Mutants.
Furthermore, she had even tricked Ian, who had smuggled himself over, into her research base via the internet.
Reasonably and logically, the Chinese man before her would not let her go.
"I... I didn't mean to trick you into coming here, Ian, please... believe me."
Adele stared intensely into Ian's black eyes, wanting to use her psychic control ability to control others.
But unfortunately, after the battle with the Level 4 Mutantjust now, Ian's will and spirit had already reached their limit.
Adele's psychic power couldn't shake him in the slightest!
Not only that, Adele also felt as if she saw a lion in his eyes.
A terrifying lion, eyeing its prey covetously, ready to devour!!
She was shocked, cold sweat streaming down; she felt her muscles tense up and stiffen, and she couldn't even move.
This state of rigidity made Adele extremely terrified, and the feeling of powerlessness, being unable to do anything, surged like a tide, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"You know me?" She heard the man in front of her tilt his head and ask in confusion.
What was this?
Was he pretending?
Or was he, like those vile predators, wanting to toy with his prey before it died?
Adele's heart was full of doubt, but that strong desire to survive forced her to take a difficult breath and answer:
"Know you... of course I know you, we were good friends before!"
"So... you locked me, your good friend, in a cage, and then let a bunch of perverts watch me and use my body for experiments?"
Ian asked coldly in return.
He truly had no memory of this Adele; perhaps his predecessor had some relationship with her.
But that was the predecessor's business; it had nothing to do with him.
Damn it, she killed so many of his people and almost killed him; how could he possibly let this person go?
At this moment, he only wanted Adele to die!
Feeling Ian's murderous words and seeing those eyes gathering crimson light, Adele panicked; cold sweat seeped out frantically from her forehead and temples, sliding down.
Her ability had actually failed against this Level 3 Mutant!
What should she do now?
What could she do to survive?
"No... that wasn't me, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
Adele trembled all over, and not knowing where the courage came from, she actually hugged Ian, grabbed his right hand, and pressed it against the large, round, snow-white breast on her left.
"I can give you anything, please... I want to live."
She hugged Ian, kissing his lips frantically, and with her other free hand, she unbuttoned Ian's clothes and caressed him.
Clearly, Adele wanted to use her body to please Ian and save her life.
But...
Would Ian really let her live?
Chapter 23: Crisis After Crisis
Two hours later.
A terrifying surge of energy erupted instantly like a floodgate opening.
Splat!!
Adele lay on the office desk, her eyes wide open, her face filled with disbelief.
"Why... why kill me? Even though... I just... I just didn't want to die..."
"Did you think I would spare you? I said it before... you must die!"
Ian's face was devoid of any expression as he said coldly.
Adele died with her eyes wide open; she never imagined that as a Level 3 Mutant and the base commander of this Mutant Research Base, with her family's overwhelming power, she would end up with such a fate.
After killing Adele, Ian put on his clothes and was about to turn and leave when Adele's computer suddenly chimed.
A notification window popped up on the desktop, seemingly containing two messages—
[Detroit Arsenal — Major Contes: Understood, I have received the information and will bring men over immediately to stabilize the situation.]
[Selfridge Air National Guard — Captain Nick: I will send a standard combat unit of fighter jets over.]
...
Detroit Arsenal.
This arsenal was established during World War II, primarily producing tanks, bombers, and military jeeps at the time.
But after the war ended, the Americans discovered that a group of people existed in the world who possessed extraordinary abilities stronger than ordinary people, and could even withstand bullets.
But the only drawback was... among them were some extremely powerful individuals who were prone to losing control of their abilities, causing massive casualties and damage.
And because of Professor X's naming, this group of people came to be known as... Mutants.
To deal with the Mutants who had been stripped of their humanity, this arsenal transformed from a military factory that manufactured tanks into a place for training anti-Mutant soldiers.
At this moment, armored vehicles loaded with Patriot missile systems were parked on the open plaza.
Shortly after, a soldier wearing camouflage and a solemn expression trotted over from one of the arsenal's buildings.
"Sir, as per your orders, a combat unit has been assembled and is ready to depart at any time!"
He leaned toward the window of one of the armored vehicles and said this to a robust white officer in military uniform inside.
This officer was naturally Major Contes. After receiving Adele's distress signal, he immediately assembled a significant number of soldiers and was now preparing to head out for reinforcements.
Major Contes nodded at the soldier, his face devoid of any expression, showing only the fortitude and iron-blooded nature of a soldier.
"Very well, advance towards the Detroit Mutant Research Base!"
At the same time, fighter jets also took off one after another from the Air National Guard base on the other side, flying toward the same destination.
...
Detroit Mutant Research Base, Administrative District, Base Commander's office.
"You mean to say that right before she died, Adele sent a distress signal to the outside world?"
"Those damn American grunts and over twenty fighter jets are coming soon?"
Emma stood in front of the desk, looking at Ian before her, her face filled with astonishment.
"That is correct."
Ian nodded, his expression not looking very good. "I only just found out about these things myself."
"So..."
Emma glanced at the naked Adele lying on the desk next to them. Her face twitched slightly as she looked at Ian in disbelief.
"You did it with her? And then you killed her in this way?"
"Of course."
Ian nodded, not hiding what he had done. In fact, he felt there was no need to hide it; he hadn't done anything wrong, so why hide it?
"Isn't that a bit..."
After receiving Ian's reply, a somewhat uncomfortable expression appeared on Emma's face.
"What they did to us was far worse, Emma."
Ian said expressionlessly. He had always believed that mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself. Therefore, he would not spare a single enemy until they were brutally finished off by him.
"Let's not talk about this; it's not an important matter."
He paused, then changed the subject. "The problem now is that we need to manage our own Mutants."
"Integrate the weapons and existing resources of this Mutant Research Base to deal with those incoming American grunts... and, of course, those twenty-plus fighter jets."
Upon hearing this, Emma fell silent. The critical danger right now was... the well-trained army from the Detroit Arsenal and the fighter jets from the other National Guard unit.
Once it was discovered that they, as Mutants, had taken control of a Mutant Research Base, what awaited them... would be an unprecedented massacre.
This was definitely not them worrying needlessly. Before being sold in, Emma had once been a member of a prominent family and knew a secret from back then.
In a Mutant Research Base in Australia, Mutants broke out of prison and incited a riot among the Mutants in that research base.
Those angry Mutants cut off the base commander's head, impaled it on a gun barrel, and vented their rage.
But later, the American anti-Mutant military arrived there and launched a Mutant massacre across the entire Australian region.
After that incident, a full 370,000 Mutants died in Australia, which could be called a major international news event. However, because it involved Mutants, other countries did not express a stance.
And if the anti-Mutant military found out that they had killed most of the people in the base and taken control of this Mutant Research Base... perhaps the next Mutantmassacre would be coming.
"There are still many weapons in this Mutant Research Base, such as dozens of carbines, over a dozen Barrett sniper rifles, and several rocket launchers and Gatling guns and other heavy weapons that we can use."
"And... the most valuable thing about this base is the base itself."
Emma snapped out of it and said quickly. "I've calculated it; it's worth several billion dollars. If we can keep it, we won't have to worry about food or clothing in the future, nor will we have to worry about those dangers."
"But in the face of those incoming American troops... do you have any good ideas?"
Emma licked her somewhat dry lips, her gaze fixed on Ian, lingering on his still-calm black eyes.
"Go and consolidate the Mutants we rescued first, and have them adapt to our equipment and base facilities as quickly as possible."
"As for what happens after, I have my own plan."
Ian placed his hands behind his head and leaned back against the back of the chair.
Dappled light and shadow covered his face, making it impossible for Emma to see his expression clearly, only his bright, piercing eyes and his deep facial contours.
But for some reason, an inexplicable sense of confidence surged from Emma's heart, making her feel slightly at ease. It was as if... Ian really had the ability to solve the upcoming trouble.
...
The Boys Universe.
Vought Tower, 99th floor, CEO's office.
Ian sat in front of the desk, resting with his eyes closed; Madelyn was doing the same, attending to him.
For Madelyn, these past few days had absolutely been a terrifying nightmare. Ever since Ian killed Stan Edgar and became the new CEO of Vought International.
This super-conglomerate with a market value of a full 3.7 trillion dollars suddenly shifted its direction from superhero marketing to the research and development of a more effective compound vi.
All funds and manpower used for promoting superheroes were gradually transferred to that project named compound vi.
Not only that, even Madelyn had to sneak into the office every day to attend to Ian, which was simply agonizing.
Although for an exquisite egoist like her, being able to get on good terms with the new CEO would certainly be of great benefit to her future work and development.
But every night, Madelyn would dream of the dead Stan and Black Noir.
She lifted her head slightly, glanced at Ian before her, and her heart trembled. This man had killed too many people; he was so cruel that even Madelyn couldn't help but worry.
Soon, Madelyn finished attending to Ian and turned to leave the office.
Ian sat in the chair, rubbing his chin with his right hand, looking thoughtful.
He was contemplating what to do during the time compound vi was being developed to resolve the crisis in the Marvel Universe.
"Homelander seems to be a genetic combination of Stormfront and Soldier Boy."
"If... I could get Dr. Vogelbaum to help me find a few experts proficient in gene editing, collect the genes of those superhumans, and then conduct gene editing experiments..."
With his unparalleled intelligence whirring, an absurd and bold idea suddenly surged into Ian's mind.
"If I were to collect all these superhuman genes and edit them into my own body... would I gain unimaginable abilities?"
Knock, knock, knock!!
Just as Ian was thinking rapidly, a knock sounded at the door.
"Enter!"
Grace pushed the door open and entered, holding a file in her hand.
This 27-year-old girl was currently wearing a black professional OL outfit; her figure was curvy, and her thighs were tightly wrapped in black silk stockings, outlining a full, rounded curve.
"BOSS, this is the progress report on the compound viproject; our progress has currently reached..."
Chapter 24: A Honey Trap by Liberty Clara?
Inside the office.
Grace wore gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a black professional OL outfit, and held a folder, looking every bit the urban career woman.
"Our progress has currently reached... the stage where the research team has been assembled."
She took a deep breath and continued her report to Ian in front of her.
"Under your orders, Dr. Vogelbaum is personally leading the team, using the existing Temp V and Second-generation Compound V as references."
"To advance the experimental project for compound vi."
"He said that having some chemical agents to reference makes things a little better than the conditions Dr. Voughthad back in the day when he had nothing."
Ever since Ian replaced Stan Edgar and became the new CEO of Vought International.
She had become Ian's secretary, specifically responsible for helping him push forward the various affairs of Vought International.
After all.
Ian understood the old adage: 'If there's work, the secretary does it; if there's no work, you do the secretary.'
"However, Dr. Vogelbaum said that if we had the stock solution or formula for compound v..."
"And some genetic references from powerful Supes, the chances of creating compound vi would be much higher."
"Also, the survival rates for Second-generation Compound V and Temp V are relatively low."
"So the stability of the experiment is not very objective; it requires a massive number of test subjects. Not only that..."
She paused, and seeing that there was no sign of impatience on Ian's face, she continued.
"He said that if the final product is created, the survival rate for injecting compound vi is very likely to be only... one in ten thousand."
A one in ten thousand survival rate.
This meant that if compound vi were created, out of ten thousand people who injected the serum, at most only one would survive.
Furthermore, the Superpowers gained by those who survived would be random.
If they happened to get some trash Superpower, that would truly be the misfortune within the good fortune.
However, Ian did not care about that. All he needed was a compound vi that was stronger than compound v.
As long as he developed this, he could complete the final dying wish of the Ian from 'The Boys' and then merge with everything he had.
Perfecting the efficiency of Energy Absorption, stacking his own combat power...
"That is not an issue."
Ian tapped his right index finger on the desk, a look of contemplation appearing on his face as his peerless wisdom rapidly processed the next steps.
"I just need him to manufacture compound vi."
"Continue to increase the financial and material investment in their team and project. If any other board members disagree, tell them to come find me."
Sunlight refracted through the window outside onto Ian's profile, highlighting his expressionless, handsome face.
"Also... have Dr. Vogelbaum help me collect the DNA of all the superhumans within the group."
"I need him to help me simultaneously conduct a gene-editing project."
Grace nodded, noted down the tasks Ian had ordered, and replied:
"Most of the group's financial and material resources are currently focused on the operations of the superheroes."
"The Crime Analytics Department, the News and Publicity Department, as well as the Media Department and the Hero Training Department... these are all projects that occupy a huge amount of the group's resources."
"I will adjust the resources in the coming days and shift them toward the compound vi project."
As she spoke, Grace paused, caught her breath, and fixed her blue eyes on Ian. Recalling what Dr. Vogelbaum had said earlier, she continued:
"As for compound v... BOSS, you could send someone to find a superhero who has long since disappeared—Liberty Clara Risinger."
"She is the wife of Vought International founder Dr. Vought, and also the first superhuman in the world to be injected with compound v. She must know where compound v is located."
"However, back in 1979, after she killed a group of Black and Asian people due to racism and triggered an international diplomatic incident, she was shelved by Vought International."
"You might be able to find her location by looking through some of the things Stan Edgar left behind."
Ian nodded: "Very good. You can go back now. Get everything arranged; I only need to see the results."
Grace nodded, then turned and left the office.
Ian stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, his gaze passing through the window to look at the bustling city skyscrapers outside.
On buildings everywhere and on the LED screens embedded in the skyscrapers, there were promotional posters for The Seven.
People below were walking while discussing these seven superheroes launched by Vought International.
Ian, however, was not interested in this.
The current priority was to find Liberty Clara, who was Stormfront from the TV series 'The Boys'.
To obtain clues about the compound v formula from Stormfront.
And while he was at it, copy Stormfront's DNA for Dr. Vogelbaum so he could attempt the gene-editing project.
"I wonder if Dr. Vogelbaum still has this person's DNA."
Ian shook his head and returned to the desk, his fingers tapping rapidly on the computer keyboard.
On Stan Edgar's old work computer, he began searching for information about Liberty Clara.
"She's at least a noble flying unit, and she can shoot beams; I can barely manage to keep her as a dog."
Ian quickly found an encrypted file on the computer.
Under the effect of his Peerless Wisdom, it took him a full three minutes to crack this encrypted file.
Have to say, these guys who can become CEOs of major groups are all crafty individuals.
As soon as Ian cracked the file and clicked in, he saw countless cover photos of Japanese adult film actresses.
Like Sola Aoi, Yui Hatano, Yua Mikami, and other well-known AV actresses.
Various covers popped up, making Ian think for a moment that this was a file Stan Edgar specifically used to collect'study materials'.
But fortunately, Ian hadn't watched fewer films in his past life than Stan Edgar, so he quickly discovered the clues within this file.
Thus, under the guidance of his Peerless Wisdom, Ianfinally discovered the information related to Clara.
"Shelved since 1979, she was released by Stan Edgar a few years ago."
"She has been in Grand Street, Brooklyn, New York, secretly slaughtering Black and Asian people every night."
Ian's expression became somewhat strange.
Are these racists really that extreme?
...
21:32 at night.
New York, Brooklyn, Grand Street.
Grand Street was a typical Black neighborhood; it had the highest concentration of Black people in all of New York.
And to a racist like Clara, Black people were no different from gorillas; they were all damned, inferior races.
She wore a white T-shirt on her upper body, and tight jeans on her lower body that hugged her thighs, outlining her full and firm curves.
Behind her, three burly Black men with shifty eyes and lecherous expressions were following her unhurriedly.
After sensing the gazes behind her, Clara sneered and turned into a small alleyway nearby.
Ned, the bald Black man, saw Clara walk into the alley and chuckled, his lecherous smile becoming even more pronounced.
"Hurry! It's been a long time since we've seen such a top-tier catch."
"Hehe... We're going to have a good time tonight."
However.
When they walked into the alley, they were surprised to find two people standing there.
One was the white woman they had just been following, and the other... was tall, with a resolute face, and appeared to be Asian.
The Black man to Ned's left, who had a scar on his left cheek, saw this scene, and his face twitched slightly.
"Holy shit! Boss, are we being set up for a honey trap?"
Chapter 25: Clara, you clueless wretch!
"The purpose of my existence in this world is to slaughter all the low-class dregs!"
This was the last sentence Ned heard before he died.
He regretted it immensely now.
Why did he have to follow a white woman he saw on the street who looked good and wiggled her ass so provocatively?
He even followed her into a small alleyway, dammit.
If he could do it all over again, he would love to slap his own face from ten minutes ago.
But unfortunately, he was just a black man and did not have the ability to turn back time.
Zzzzt!!
Purple thunder bloomed in Clara's hands and suddenly struck Ned and his two lackeys beside him.
Under such terrifying electric shocks, the three malicious black men vanished in an instant, becoming three corpses lying on the ground.
Ned no longer had to worry about suffering from discrimination.
After all, he had already died because of a madwoman's discrimination.
After killing the three black men, Clara turned her head to look at the tall, yellow-skinned Chinese man in a gray jacket behind her.
When she saw what he looked like, she frowned slightly.
"Yellow-skinned monkey?"
Ever since she married Dr. Vought and was constantly brainwashed, Clara had become an extreme racist who firmly believed in the theory of Aryan supremacy.
In her eyes, only white people in this world were the most noble, and all other races should go eat shit!
So, seeing Ian, a yellow-skinned person, appear before her, and not running away after seeing her kill three niggers...
Clara's mouth curled up slightly, and a faint, cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, do you think you can escape?"
"Vought International should have continued to keep you locked up in the underground base."
In the pitch-black shadows, Ian remained expressionless, just quietly watching Clara before him, and said in a flat tone.
Ever since the incident in 1979, Clara had been imprisoned by Vought International in a secret underground base.
It wasn't until the last few years that Stan Edgar released her to adapt to life in this new era in New York as a normal person.
But unexpectedly, after coming out, this guy still had her old attitude.
"Who are you?"
After hearing the name Vought International, Clarafrowned even deeper.
"A yellow-skinned piece of trash sent by that old nigger Stan Edgar?"
"I advise you, you bitch who has lived for over a hundred years and doesn't know her place, to clean up your mouth."
Ian frowned slightly, stepped forward, his voice gradually becoming deep, and a faint sense of oppression, like a lion, radiated from him.
He didn't bring Vought International's Armed Squad or any other superhumans.
To Ian, those guys were just dead weight, and besides... he was just here to make Clara return to Vought International.
Sometimes, there is no need to resort to weapons.
"That damn old guy Stan is dead, and now the one in charge of Vought International... is me."
"What? Stan Edgar is dead?"
Hearing this news, Clara froze in place, looking at Ianbefore her with some disbelief.
That damn guy Stan Edgar was the most calculating guy in Vought International; how could such a figure just die like that?
Just a few years ago, when she had just come out of the underground base, he was still acting all high and mighty.
She remembered clearly that she had planned to lie low for a few years, and after completing her grand plan, she would find an opportunity to kill that damn guy.
But she never expected that he would be dead by now?
"Shit! It wasn't me who killed that guy; it's just so boring."
Clara rolled her eyes, her face full of dissatisfaction.
"What exactly happened, you yellow-skinned bastard, how did that damn nigger die?"
No matter how good Ian's temper was, having been cursed to his face three times, he couldn't help it anymore.
"Fuck! You damn, clueless bitch, can you speak properly?"
"Of course I can, but... why should I speak properly to a yellow-skinned bastard?"
Clara raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curling up into a provocative smile, clearly looking down on Ian in front of her.
As an extreme racist, in her eyes, a yellow-skinned person like Ian was trash even worse than black people.
If it weren't for him mentioning the news of Stan Edgar's death, she would have already killed him just now.
How could he possibly be qualified to stand in front of her and talk to her like that?
"It seems you're fucking looking for death?"
Ian snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly condensing with crimson light, and a Laser Vision shot out, aiming fiercely at Clara's chest.
Pshhh!!
The scorching Laser Vision tore through the airflow and arrived in front of Clara in an instant.
Clara's expression was surprised, but she didn't make any blocking movements, wanting to rely on her own body to take Ian's Laser Vision head-on.
She was the first superhuman in this world, possessing abilities such as Super Durability, lightning, flight, and immortality.
Bullets caused her no harm, and even in the show, Homelander's Laser Vision couldn't hurt Clara at all.
And facing Ian... especially the attack of a yellow-skinned bastard, Clara naturally didn't care, not even bothering to block.
It's just a pity that she miscalculated one thing.
The intensity of Ian's Laser Vision was stronger than she imagined.
This wasn't just because of Ian's Energy Absorption and the fact that his base Heat Vision damage was higher than Homelander's.
It was also because Ian had stacked triple his combat power, and the power of his Laser Vision had also increased threefold, reaching hundreds of thousands of degrees Celsius.
So, the result was predictable.
Boom!!
The terrifying Laser Vision shot directly onto Clara's large, round, ample bosom.
Almost instantly, that scorching temperature made Clara's expression change drastically.
Immediately after, a powerful propulsive force erupted, blasting her whole body away and slamming her hard against the wall.
"Shit!!"
Clara cursed under her breath, endured the scorching heat and swelling pain in her chest, crawled up from the ground in a sorry state, and looked at Ian in front of her with a face full of anger.
"You yellow-skinned bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Seeing this clueless bitch continuing to be clueless, Ianfrowned tightly, his face gloomy.
"Dammit! Clara, you clueless thing, since you want to fight, then let's fucking fight!!"
Almost in an instant, he stepped forward fiercely, and with the boost of triple power and speed, he rushed forward like a cannonball.
Zzzzt!!
His eyes flashed with Laser Vision, crimson beams burst out, and at the same time, his right hand drew the Great Dragon, outputting energy fiercely.
"Eat my Heat Vision Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
The Heat Vision Ultimate Bladder Sword was a move that combined Heat Vision and the Ultimate Bladder Sword, capable of catching opponents off guard and causing severe injury.
Clara had originally already gathered the thunder in her hands, and she flew towards Ian like an arrow, as if she could already see this guy in front of her begging for mercy on his knees.
But... after seeing the terrifying energy and the two crimson Laser Vision beams Ian shot out, her expression changed drastically, and she immediately stopped her momentum, wanting to retreat.
"Fuck! You damn pervert, you actually use this thing to fight?"
The air was rapidly torn apart, and Ian pressed on step by step, crossing the distance of seven or eight meters in just a few seconds, arriving before Clara.
Heat Vision and terrifying energy intertwined and shot out, instantly tearing through the air and erupting with a sharp sonic boom.
"Damn bitch, taste the power of the person you hate the most!"
"Shit!"
Seeing that she couldn't dodge the attack from this dirty, yellow-skinned bastard, Clara had no choice but to raise her hands to block in front of her.
But even so, Clara's heart was filled with humiliation.
"Clara, didn't you say you wanted to kill me?"
Ian stepped forward quickly, rushing to a distance of just two meters to the left of Clara, and said coldly.
"Now I'd like to see... how you are going to kill me?!"
As the words fell, the crimson beams mixed with terrifying energy aimed at Clara's beautiful face and shot fiercely.
"Clueless bitch, who do you think you are?!"
"You are just a dog of Vought International; as a dog, you should have the awareness of a dog!"
"How dare you?!"
Seeing this, Clara's eyes split with rage, and she roared, wanting to quickly pull away and dodge Ian's attack.
But... it was too late!