Bombardment, Terrifying Firepower! (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

In the woods on the outskirts.

Black Widow and Bruce Banner stood there.

The surrounding lush, towering trees concealed their figures.

Bruce Banner held binoculars in his hands, his gaze fixed on Captain Locke's armed squad ahead.

Through the gaps between the layers of green leaves, the two could clearly see the large, olive-drab heavy weapons not far away.

The fiercely powerful Mobile Close-In Weapon Systems, the Patriot Missile Systems with their dozens of launch tubes...

"With this much heavy firepower, are they also looking for that Mutant?" Bruce Banner frowned.

"Initial assessment suggests they're here to capture a Level 4 Mutant. I can't believe they brought out so many heavy weapons..."

Black Widow Natasha frowned slightly.

Her gaze rested on the Sentinel Robot within Locke's team and the massive M1A2 Main Battle Tanks hidden in the woods.

"It doesn't look like they're here to take him alive; it looks more like they intend to kill that Mutant."

"Isn't our purpose for coming here to stop that Mutant from destroying the city?" Bruce Banner said from the side.

"We could just go save him now, and then we'd be able to have a proper talk with him."

Black Widow shook her head and replied:

"That method won't work, Bruce. The relationship between Mutants and humans is very tense."

"Why?" Bruce Banner asked, somewhat puzzled. "Aren't Mutants people too?"

"No, Mutants are not people," Black Widow said.

Seeing the look of confusion on Bruce Banner's face, she explained:

"Ever since a Mutant calling himself Professor X proposed the concept of Mutants, the American government discovered this group. Most of them carry the risk of their Mutant abilities spiraling out of control.

Once their abilities go out of control, it brings about terrifying consequences.

Consequently, many ordinary people fear Mutants losing control and treat them as outcasts. Even the American government views those Mutants in the same way."

Hearing this, Bruce Banner was momentarily stunned.

So, there are bad people among the Mutants?

But the fact that Mutant abilities are prone to spiraling out of control—isn't that very similar to the Hulk inside him?

"Look, that Mutant is coming out!"

Hearing Natasha's words, Bruce Banner hurriedly raised his binoculars and looked toward the base exit.

Sure enough, he saw a tall man with a muscular build walking out from the entrance.

Leading a group of Mutant children, Lynn moved through the base at a slow pace.

He had to use his own perception to shroud all the Mutant children, ensuring they wouldn't be killed by a sudden sneak attack of bullets.

He also had to hunt down every animal in this base.

Once he finished killing everyone inside the base, he would take this group of Mutant children outside, prepared to completely destroy Base 10.

However...

"M1A2 Main Battle Tanks are in position!"

"Armed Fighter Jets are in position!"

"Close-In Weapon Systems and Patriots are in position!"

Thousands of meters away from the base.

Countless terrifying modern thermal weapons were already primed and ready.

The barrels of the Close-In Weapon Systems, glinting with a cold, lethal light, were aimed toward the base.

The dense rows of Patriot missile tubes were also twitching with anticipation.

Armed Fighter Jets, along with two M1A2 Main Battle Tanks, had long been waiting in readiness.

With Lynn's exceptional eyesight and hearing, he could already see the armed personnel a thousand meters ahead.

Not far from those people, he even overheard a name.

"Black Widow and Bruce Banner?" Lynn frowned slightly. "The Hulk is here too?"

If he wasn't mistaken, the Hulk should have already joined the Avengers by now, right?

But why would the Hulk appear here?

Is this S.H.I.E.L.D.'s doing?

Just as Lynn was pondering this.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Countless missiles dragged trails of fire behind them like fireworks, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle as they slammed toward his position.

Ten thousand bullets, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, surged forward like a torrent of steel!

The air was agitated as the endless stream of steel projectiles rained down.

Bullets and shells fired in unison, bombarding that spot with madness.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shells detonated instantly, sending powerful shockwaves spreading in every direction.

Before the debris could even settle, more shells erupted in a series of heart-stopping, horrific explosions.

Rocks were pulverized, and smoke began to billow.

The sheer volume of firepower poured down, instantly reducing the small hill where Base 10 had stood to powder.

Captain Locke gazed at the flattened hill ahead, his smile growing wider and wider.

"Damn Mutant! You should be dead by now!"

From the very beginning, he had never intended to capture Subject 52 alive.

This damned Mutant had not only destroyed Base 10 but had also killed his subordinate, Cavan.

This made Captain Locke grit his teeth with hatred for Subject 52.

A Mutant like that deserved to be riddled with holes by a torrent of steel!

Wolverine Logan watched the terrifying heavy firepower come to a sudden halt, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

This level of firepower, used against a single Mutant...

Wasn't it a bit of an overreaction?

After all, Mutants weren't gods; how could anyone withstand such terrifying bombardment?

He looked toward the flattened hill ahead and shook his head inwardly.

It seemed that Subject 52 must have perished under such devastating heavy fire.

Hans and Matthews, standing nearby, were equally pessimistic about the Mutant's chances of survival.

After all, an entire hill had been leveled; what level of Mutant could possibly withstand such a relentless barrage of terrifying firepower?

Not far away, Black Widow and Bruce Banner watched as the small hill was continuously bombarded and razed to the ground.

Solemn expressions appeared on both their faces.

Black Widow Natasha pondered for a moment, then turned to Bruce Banner beside her and said, "Let's go."

"Just leaving like this?" Bruce asked, puzzled.

Weren't they here to find this Mutant?

Why were they leaving so soon?

"Do you think he could survive such terrifying firepower?" Black Widow countered.

"Why not? Look, in that smoke, isn't there a figure?"

Hearing Bruce Banner's words, Black Widow's eyes narrowed. She quickly raised her binoculars and looked ahead.

Rumble!!

Terrifying explosions roared, and horrific shockwaves blasted through the air, engulfing the entire area.

Thick smoke drowned the region, and the surrounding hundreds of meters were blasted into crater after crater.

The terrifying torrent of steel continued to ravage the land, with shells roaring like falling meteors, one after another.

The deafening booms echoed for dozens of kilometers.

Even in the city of New York, the faint sound of the explosions could be heard.

The ground trembled, gravel flew, dust billowed, and wild winds surged.

After ten full minutes of bombardment, the heavy weaponry finally fell silent.

Soon, the smoke began to dissipate, drifting away in wisps and strands, thinning out.

Seeing this, Captain Locke could no longer contain his smile.

"That damned 52, and that group of Mutant animals he saved, must have been blasted into pulp, right?"

"Heh heh, Boss, what kind of Mutant could survive such terrifying firepower?" Jeremiah laughed from the side.

A mere Mutant—how could they possibly stand against the modern weapons of America?

Captain Locke nodded, just about to speak, when his expression suddenly froze.

His smile stiffened on his face, and his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen something utterly inconceivable.

Jeremiah's heart skipped a beat; he hurriedly pulled out his binoculars and followed Locke's gaze.

There, emerging slowly from the smoke, stood a figure in black and gold, standing perfectly straight.

Tiny golden currents of electricity, like small snakes, crackled in the air amidst the smoke and the wind!