"That's not a thing, that's a man!"
"It's the sniper who just fired. He, he actually found him in the blink of an eye. It's terrifying, this is too terrifying."
"I'm not fighting anymore. I'm not fighting anymore."
Emerging from thunder, his entire body flashing with thunder and energy, able to fly, moving fast, bullets automatically falling away when they met him—
This, this is still a human?!
It's not that our side isn't trying, it's just that the enemy has a Gundam!
I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore, I'm going home to find my mommy.
Those with timid hearts felt cowed and quietly ran away.
Su Quan lowered his head, glanced at the sniper with a broken cervical spine, and casually tossed him toward the Hydra squad.
The Hydra squad didn't even look, their eyes unblinking as they stared at Su Quan.
Obviously, the sniper was already dead. Rather than wasting energy considering a dead man, it was better to consider the guy in front of him who had turned him into a dead man.
The captain of the Hydra squad stared at Su Quan, his gaze wary and fearful, yet without the slightest bit of retreat.
"Everyone, free fire!"
Shouting inwardly, he raised his gun directly to aim at Su Quan and pulled the trigger.
"Da-da-da—da-da-da—da-da-da—"
Dazzling tongues of fire poured out, and bullets sprayed wildly as if they were free.
Acrid, pungent gunsmoke drifted with the wind, and the others present were already dumbfounded.
Bullet after bullet piled up like a mountain, and the places where they fell were uniform, as if there was an invisible wall between them and Su Quan, separating them.
"Are they always this brave?"
The clever faction leader nudged the lackey beside him, unable to understand why this squad would provoke such an inhuman monster.
"You guys, take some men, quietly circle around, and board the ship."
"Yes."
A few daring fellows quietly retreated, preparing to take a detour and approach the cargo ship from another direction.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With a few gunshots, the few fellows preparing to take a detour were accurately called out by the Winter Soldiers on the cargo ship and directly dropped.
"Damn it, I forgot about them! Fight back, give me returning fire!"
"Charge, rush!"
The clever faction leader jumped with anger, shoving his lackey forward while cleverly running toward nearby unladen containers, preparing to hide and cower for a bit.
"Click-click-click—"
The Hydra squad's bullets were completely spent.
"Now, it's my turn!"
Su Quan's pupils were like boiling magma, crimson rays howling out, instantly piercing through the chest of the Hydra squad captain.
"Thud!"
Losing all signs of life, the captain of the Hydra squad fell to his knees on both knees and collapsed flat with a crash.
"Run separately! You must bring his news back."
"Run!"
The members of the Hydra squad instantly scattered in all directions, running for their lives toward their respective chosen directions without looking back.
To Hydra, a mysterious powerhouse possessing transcendent power was far more valuable than the Rand Corporation and the sacrificed agents.
"Bzz-bzz-bzz—"
The crimson rays were like death-dealing blades from the depths of hell, tearing apart everything Su Quan saw before him with a 180-degree dead-angle-free sweep.
Whether it was the Hydra squad or the armed factions hoodwinked by The Hand, almost everyone grew quiet.
To be precise, forever quiet.
"Clang!"
A shipping container split down the middle, its upper half gently swayed by the blowing sea breeze, and slammed onto the ground.
On the other side of the container.
The clever faction leader covered his bald yet steaming head with both hands, staring blankly at the scene before him: corpses strewn everywhere and the demon god standing supreme.
His whole person was dumbfounded.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I going to do?
"Ah!"
The clever faction leader let out a ghostly howl, running toward the seaside like a madman, and jumped down with a thud.
"Splash, splash"—his arms flailing wildly, his legs kicking wildly in place.
Not to mention, he was swimming pretty fast.
Su Quan retracted the heat ray, his back facing the direction of the cargo ship, and waved his fingers lightly.
In an instant, several shipping containers on the Rand Corporation cargo ship floated up steadily, moving smoothly yet swiftly from the cargo ship down to the open ground of the dock.
"Snap!"
The locks on the containers broke.
The doors were neatly and uniformly opened by an invisible force.
Illuminated by the lights, terrified figures were huddled inside the containers.
There were men and women, old and young.
Outside, corpses were strewn everywhere, and only a single man stood there alone, looking at them. The door to freedom had already opened, yet no one dared to take the first step.
Several containers, at least hundreds of people.
There were no shackles or ropes restricting their freedom on their bodies.
Their mouths weren't even gagged.
Yet not a single person dared to make a sound, and not a single person dared to walk out.
Su Quan felt inexplicably a bit unenthusiastic. It was because of the existence of these people that he hadn't shown mercy to the Hydra squad and those armed factions.
He had originally thought he could pick a few from these people to give to White Queen and Dotty and the others.
He would check if there were any homeless and helpless ones to send to the Void to scavenge or build things.
Clean ones were always better to use than Hydra agents and desperadoes. Now it seemed—
Gazing far into the distance, Dotty Underwood and White Queen were walking over from afar.
Judging by their calm expressions, they should already know what happened here.
"I'll leave this place to you two."
Su Quan didn't ask if their operation went smoothly. With their abilities at the laundry factory, no matter what accidents happened, the outcome would be the same.
"Wait, please wait!"
Just as Su Quan was about to return to the cargo ship to deal with the Meachum siblings, a woman stumbled out of the container.
"My name is Maki Matsumoto. Thank you very much for saving me. Can I follow you?"
Su Quan glanced at her and suddenly chuckled. He hadn't expected that among a bunch of small fry, a big fish was actually hidden.
Maki Matsumoto—
Isn't this Lady Bullseye!
PS: Regarding updates, I truly have no reserved drafts; I write and post a chapter at a time. This is probably the first time across all my book launches that I haven't even had two or three chapters banked.
On the first day of launch, a baseline of five updates, with an upper limit undetermined; but because I have no banked chapters, I can only write and post on the fly, doing my utmost.
PS: Recommending my other works: "Marvel: King's Arrival", "The Vampire: Strongest Reaper", "Marvel: Door-Door Fruit", "American Comics: Strongest Villain", "KO Ranking: Strongest God of War", "I Have a Dimensional Street in Marvel", "In American Dramas: Get Stronger by Spending Money!"
Maki Matsumoto—just hearing the name, you know she comes from the East Island where people live rather well.
In the comics, she was kidnapped by mobsters and happened to witness Lady Bullseye carrying out a mission, her heart touched by Lady Bullseye's sharp killing methods.
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