One Wave Had Barely Settled Before Another Rose

Buzz!

Accompanied by the faint whir of spinning propellers, three full groups of forty-eight drones rose from the wilderness and circled toward Downton.

At the same time, feeling numbness and pain flooding in from every direction, Downton rolled his eyes from the shock.

He could not move. He simply could not move. He could not even figure out what the hell was electrocuting him.

It was definitely not an ordinary stun gun, and this stretch of road looked entirely normal, without a trace of any trap.

Yet in this seemingly normal environment, Downton felt as though dozens of electric batons were stabbing into his body. He thought his skin was about to char.

Downton admitted that it was indeed painful, but compared to death, it was child's play.

When death could no longer be your weakness, your willpower would far surpass anything you imagined!

And so, after being tortured by electricity for more than ten seconds, Downton gradually adapted to the feeling of being shocked.

His body slowly tensed. As he steadied himself, he managed to turn his eyes toward the distance.

They could not be called a sky-filling swarm of drones, but the sight of more than forty medium-sized drones flying over together was still quite spectacular.

Downton watched as the drones circled roughly eight meters around him, then fired something at him one after another.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

After a string of piercing whistles, every muscle in Downton's body spasmed violently.

He had barely been able to stand just moments ago, but the electrode needles piercing all over his body forced him to curl up. His hands uncontrollably clutched his head.

Hiss...

A sound like air leaking from a ball suddenly rang out. A faint breeze seemed to brush across Downton's face, and following its direction, he looked toward the asphalt road five meters away.

Countless particles, as tiny as a breeze and too small to see with the naked eye, gradually gathered together before forming a coin-sized metal ring that hovered faintly above the road.

The instant the metal ring completely formed, Downton could no longer feel the current.

So he had been shocked into this state by something like a keychain?

Whose technology was this?

It was ridiculously powerful!

He had never seen anything like this in the movies!

Meanwhile, inside the command vehicle, General Lane clapped excitedly as he watched Downton curled up and motionless.

"The trial equipment LexCorp provided through the bidding process is truly impressive, though it is a little too delicate, and its power is somewhat too gentle.

Still, what a coincidence. Against someone who respawns elsewhere whenever he dies, this kind of equipment is exactly what we need!"

As he spoke, the command vehicle's driver stepped out of the cab and asked the general in the compartment.

"General, should we head over?"

"Of course. Now that we have him under control for the moment, there is no need to bring him into town.

With a madman like him, who knows what he might be capable of? It is safer to deal with him in the wilderness."

As soon as he finished speaking, General Lane's command vehicle started moving. Standing steady in the speeding compartment, Lane stared absently at Downton on the monitor.

And Downton...

He crouched boredly beside the Maybach, trying to move his limbs while opening his mouth.

"Cough, cough."

After coughing lightly, Downton laughed. So what if he could not move? As long as he could still speak, that was enough.

So...

"Fuck them all~"

Downton cursed with a grin.

"What the hell are these things? Why have I never seen you pull out this kind of gear when dealing with anyone else?

But when it comes to me, damn, every weird and wonderful thing suddenly comes out!"

As he spoke, Downton rolled his eyes. He was beginning to doubt Liv's intelligence.

Was it really the United States military that had ambushed him? After all, the military in DC comics and movies was all about brute force. Aside from throwing nukes, they threw missiles.

Where had they even gotten magical little gadgets like today's? Had they stolen them from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse's Mystery Tool Box?

These tools did not feel military at all. They felt more like something from DEO or A.R.G.U.S. Could there be other departments behind today's military attack?

Had those bastards already set their sights on his immortality?

But they should not be working with the military, should they?

As he thought, Downton turned his eyes toward the drones.

"Hey!"

He grinned at the drones.

"Can your drones communicate? You can't just leave me waiting around here. Send someone over who can chat with me for a bit~

Believe me, I'm easy to talk to. As long as you get a sexy enough voice to flirt with me, I'll definitely cooperate with you, hahaha!"

Laughing loudly, Downton tried to move his limbs.

The metal spikes the drones had fired into his body were using electrical currents to control his muscles. But after dying so many times, his physique was already far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Fighting through the Parkinson-like numbness and intermittent spasms, Downton pushed off the ground and forcibly stood up!

Seeing Downton's abnormal movement, General Lane inhaled sharply in shock inside the command vehicle.

"Damn it, didn't LexCorp say this thing could even control rhinos and elephants? Is Downton stronger than rhinos and elephants?

Wesley, switch the controller to maximum power!"

"Received!"

Not far away, the young soldier controlling the drone swarm nodded and increased the controller's output.

As he adjusted it, the soldier Wesley added to General Lane.

"At maximum power, electrode control can only last around eight minutes. We will have a hard time reaching him within eight minutes. Should we deeply anesthetize Downton?"

"Even now, I am not sure whether Downton can teleport away. Perhaps he is simply toying with us for amusement.

If that is the case, anesthetizing him in advance might alert him, and this entire operation will have been for nothing!

Although we cannot reach him within eight minutes, the squad stationed at the entrance to Smallville Town only needs one minute to reach Downton.

Leave it to them!"

General Lane rejected Wesley's suggestion, then watched Downton's condition nervously.

As the current intensified, Downton's body, which had just straightened, began curling up again. Even though he resisted with all his strength, he ultimately shrank back into a ball.

Meanwhile, high in the sky above Smallville, a stern-faced man looked at the footage on his tablet, then expressionlessly swiped across the screen.

A moment later, the aircraft he was on suddenly blasted out two jets of flame, and he murmured softly.

"Rebirth that I have not witnessed with my own eyes cannot convince me. Prove it to me, Downton.

I hope the information Jonathan sent truly gives me a surprise. I also hope Gotham is indeed a city with limitless potential."

With that, the stern man closed his eyes and silently listened to the sound coming from the tablet.

One second, two seconds...

Boom!!!

A violent explosion erupted from the tablet.

On the ground, Downton stared blankly at the two missiles screaming toward him.

Just before the explosion and flames completely swallowed him, he suddenly laughed.

"Haha, now that's some fucking brute-force warfare. This is how the United States military should operate.

Getting bombed by missiles, huh? Now this is the real deal. Exciting!!!"