That Time a Demigod Goddess Treated Me Like a Plucked Chicken
Three question marks appeared above Sing Sing's head.
No, what do you mean by "you think"?
I don't care what you think, I only care what I think.
Are you trying to play the role of a domineering North America CEO?
Is this even allowed?
Is there any fundamental difference between this and what I'm thinking?
I was thinking, "This is Canada, so it suddenly becomes Canada?!"
"This is Washington State, sis! There are Stars and Stripes flying everywhere, more densely packed than streetlights!"
The Snowbird ignored him.
Opposite, on the surface of the six tentacles of the Omega Red, a layer of white frost climbed up along the texture of the tungsten carbide alloy.
He stared at the Snowbird, his face equally shocked.
He was no stranger to members of such state-run Mutants organizations; these people might become his prey in the future.
Isn't that a bit too much?
"This is within the United States... your power..."
"I've already said it, I consider this place to be Canada."
The Snowbird raised a pale white hand. "So, this is it."
"Click-clack~"
With her as the center, a ring of ice swept across the road.
The guardrails, asphalt, explosion debris, and the still-burning jeep were all frozen inside an ice shell.
Sing Sing touched the gleaming ice beneath his feet and muttered, "Good heavens, so this thing even has a built-in cheat code, forcibly changing the server's location? Is this the legendary 'words become law'?"
The Omega Red's six tentacles lashed wildly, shattering the oncoming ice shards.
If one icicle breaks, three more will form; if three icicles break, one more will form.
"Death Factor?" Snowbird looked at the black mist gushing from his severed wound. "The power of decay."
"Perfect... my domain is dedicated to curing decay."
Snowbird clenched his fingers, and the ice beneath Omega Red's feet rapidly solidified upwards, enveloping his entire body.
He roared and tried to break the ice with his tentacles, but the ice shattered and then reformed, only to freeze again.
A living, breathing person is trapped in an indestructible, automatically respawning instance.
"You gray-skinned squid."
Sing Sing Chow slumped in the distance, gloating as he shouted, "Hey! Gray Squid! You were so good at talking, weren't you? Where are your collectibles? Where are your jars? Why don't you keep collecting them!"
A familiar mechanical voice came through the Bluetooth headset. "Mr. Zhou, I have recorded the entire incident in high definition. The proposed title is: 'Shocking! China Special Agent Followed by Alien Tentacle Monster, Forced to Give Himself Away by an Aloof Goddess in a Critical Moment and Forced to Perform Actions While Lying Down.'"
"Delete 'lying down' and 'giving away for free'! What kind of lousy title is this? You've been reading too many light novels!"
Sing Sing angrily retorted, "This was a well-thought-out tactical maneuver! Don't you understand what the ultimate strategy of retreating when the enemy advances is?!"
"Revised to: 'About the incident where I was saved by a goddess and then tactically attacked.'"
"By the way, how did she know I was here?" Sing Sing suddenly remembered the important matter and asked.
"Mr. Zhou, have you forgotten that I was created by Mr. Guardian? The vehicle GPS is always on, with real-time cloud sharing—basic operation guaranteed."
Depend on!
Just as Sing Sing was making his rant, the lurking Lady Deathstrike finally made her move.
She glided rapidly across the smooth, mirror-like ice, her ten fingers aimed straight for the Snowbird's back.
Just as the claws were about to touch their target, a white wing emerged from the snow behind the Snowbird.
It was the wings of a snowy owl with a wingspan of over four meters, which slammed towards the Lady Deathstrike.
Clang!!
The Lady Deathstrike was sent flying by a wing, carving a furrow more than ten meters long before crashing through the guardrail and into the coniferous forest.
"Hey Shou... just what level is this woman at in Maple Leaf Country?"
"Database search... Snowbird, Inuit mythology, daughter of the goddess Nelvana, demigod level."
"Demigod?!"
Additional explanation: Her statement that she "lacks combat power when away from home" refers to the weakening of her divine power when she leaves the Arctic Circle.
In the woods, the Lady Deathstrike rose from the pile of broken trees, stared at the Snowbird for two seconds, then turned and retreated.
Snowbird raised her hand, and the swirling snowflakes compressed and twisted into an ice spear radiating terrifying coldness in her palm, which she then hurled through the air.
Sensing danger, the Lady Deathstrike twisted around, and the ice spear pierced straight through her shoulder, blasting a large pine tree in front of her into dust.
Even after suffering such a severe blow, the Lady Deathstrike did not pause for even half a second.
With a few leaps and bounds, they disappeared completely into the depths of the dense forest, making a clean getaway.
The Snowbird withdrew its gaze and returned to the Omega Red.
This thing had just emerged from the ice, three of its six tentacles were broken off, its body was covered in ice shards, and its grayish-white skin had frozen into a bluish-purple color.
"You..."
The Snowbird arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, so fast that even Director Zhou only caught a glimpse of it as a white streak.
A powerful whip kick landed squarely on the side of the Omega Red's face.
The monster flew sideways, smashing through the wreckage of the burning jeep, plowing out the last deep trench, and came to a stop.
The Snowbird tucked its legs in, its cloak fell, and frost flowers scattered.
Throughout, she remained calm, making the task seem no different from taking out the trash.
After finishing her work, Snowbird turned around and walked towards Sing Sing on the broken ice.
Can you walk?
"Yes! Absolutely! How can a man say no!"
Sing Sing did a somersault, but halfway through, his old back injury twitched, and he lay back down.
"It's possible, but we need a brief tactical buffer."
The Snowbird smiled.
In an instant, the snowflakes around her seemed to come alive, swirling and dancing wildly upwards.
In an instant, the tall, aloof goddess transformed into an enormous snowy owl.
With its claws reaching down, it grabbed Sing Sing, spread its broad wings, and soared into the air amidst swirling snow and wind.
"Hey! Sister, mind your manners! I'm a Deputy Division-Level chief, after all! A respectable person in our unit! How am I supposed to lead my team if you keep pulling my leg up like this?!"
Sing Sing flailed his legs in vain in mid-air.
"Guardians! Keep up!"
"Roger!" The Guardian sprang out from the hillside, its rust-colored paint shining brightly again, and plunged onto the road. "P. S.: Your current posture looks exactly like a dressed chicken being carried around at the New Year's market. Should I take a screenshot as a souvenir?"
"If you dare take a screenshot, I'll tear you apart and sell you by weight as scrap metal!"
Screenshot taken (◕‿◕)
The wind and snow swept up a person and a car, passing over the coniferous forest and howling northward.
On the highway, the ice began to crack after losing its divine support.
The Omega Red struggled to its feet from the icy ravine, half its face swollen and deformed, and all its tentacles were destroyed.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with two teeth.
The Lady Deathstrike returned from the edge of the dense forest, the bones of her left arm exposed, emitting a faint hum as it underwent mechanical repair.
She walked to the Omega Red, staring blankly at the ravaged battlefield, without uttering a word.
The Omega Red pulled a communicator from his pocket, hovering his thumb over the answer button for three seconds.
In those three seconds, the man who treated human life like dirt, his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Beep..."
"Speak," came the metallic female voice from the other end.
"Mission failed; the target was intercepted by Alpha Flight's Snowbird."
"Snowbird?"
"Yes... she's... she's a monster."