Advancing Eunuch Tai

"He's here, he's finally here!"

"Is it him?"

"The style is the same as the Red Swordsman, it must be him."

"So that's it, so the person the Red Swordsman challenged was him!"

"Idiot Japanese, this person is the one who challenged the Red Swordsman."

The originally noisy crowd actually parted voluntarily, revealing a passage.

Johnny Tyson, with a long sword at his waist, held up a gourd, tilted his head back, and took a swig of wine. His eyes were fixed only on the White House in the distance, ignoring the tanks and helicopters.

Eunuch Tai was counting on this momentum.

Seeing the enemy approaching, the American soldiers behind the defense line let out a clamor.

"He actually dared to come, is he crazy?"

"He doesn't think he can deal with armored units with just a steel sword, does he?"

"What a joke!"

"Shut up, all of you, get back to your positions." Only when the officer gave the order did the soldiers return to a combat-ready state.

When Eunuch Tai reached five hundred meters from the defense line, a voice boomed from a loudspeaker: "Johnny Tyson, leave immediately!"

"We can pretend this never happened, and we won't pursue you for massacring the Atlanta gangsters."

America's higher-ups didn't know beforehand that Johnny Tyson had written those two lines, but the moment he walked over so brazenly was enough for several powerful departments to search for his detailed information.

One Red Swordsman had already shown considerable value. If Johnny Tyson could be stopped before things truly escalated, then the CIA, the Federal Warning Bureau, S.H.I.E.L.D., or even Hydra would extend an olive branch to him.

Such a unique powerhouse possessed extremely high utility and research value.

Up to this point, Hydra and Adam Smith maintained a harmonious relationship. Although Alexander Pierce desperately wanted to draw blood or even slice him up, reason told him that maintaining the current relationship would yield greater benefits. Thus, he secretly had someone collect a few naturally shed hairs and a bit of trimmed fingernails.

Eunuch Tai turned a deaf ear. He took one last drink, tied the gourd to his waist, placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and his eyes gleamed with ferocity.

"Open fire!"

The soldiers never had a habit of waiting for three warnings before firing. If the officer hadn't said that the important figures wanted to speak first, they would have opened fire long ago.

Bullets and machine gun fire unleashed a long torrent of metal, ravaging the street. Eunuch Tai dodged rapidly, his red robe fluttering unpredictably, like a slender willow in the wind. He appeared frail, yet he was always elusive.

It wasn't that Eunuch Tai's speed was faster than machine guns or even artillery shells. It was simply that his reflexes were quicker than those of the shooters and gunners. The firepower on the scene couldn't achieve full spatial coverage, and the Vibranium longsword in his hand could save him in a pinch, giving Eunuch Tai the breathing room to dodge and weave.

Seeing that direct fire was ineffective, the gun barrels and cannon muzzles unceremoniously changed angles. The tourists blocking the street suffered, with severed limbs flying and blood flowing like a river.

The survivors cried out in terror, scrambling and fleeing in all directions, losing their way in panic.

A stampede occurred as expected, and the scene was a mess.

Foreigners who had never witnessed the brutal methods of American soldiers, foreigners who had been brainwashed by Hollywood into believing that America was a beacon of civilization, likely never imagined that one day they would receive such a warm welcome from the soldiers—a warmth that burned them from the inside out.

"Dad... Daddy!"

Gwen Stacy, who had been hiding in the crowd trying to avoid her father, finally knew fear and cried out towards Sheriff George, who was not far ahead.

George, who now possessed Inner Force, heard the familiar voice amidst the chaos and turned his head sharply, his face draining of color in shock.

"Gwen!"

He never expected Gwen to be at the scene.

The moment Sheriff George saw Johnny Tyson, he finally realized that he and Adam Smith were not the only ones who had seen Invincible East. This meant that his efforts over the past few days had been in vain; the challenge wasn't directed at him at all.

Realizing this and seeing his daughter in danger, George could no longer concern himself with the decisive battle. He immediately pushed through the crowd and rushed towards his daughter, who was being swept along by the mob.

By the time he grabbed his daughter, they had been squeezed by the panicked crowd into a building on the side of the street.

At this point, Eunuch Tai had already crossed the mere five hundred meters and leaped into the defense line.

However, what awaited him was not a one-sided slaughter, but a meticulously laid trap.

The Americans were not fools. Multiple departments had analyzed Adam Smith's attack patterns and reached a unified conclusion: ordinary combat personnel must never engage him in close combat.

The battle that occurred outside the Wall Street Stock Exchange over three months ago fully proved this conclusion.

When the distance was maintained, ordinary combat personnel could still inflict some damage on the opponent with their weapons. However, once dragged into close combat, it became a one-sided slaughter.

Therefore, when setting up the defense line, the military had already considered the possibility of the enemy breaking through. To that end, they had dug a trench two hundred meters wide and fifty meters deep behind the defense line.

The trench had been covered with camouflage netting, and the soldiers heading to the outpost had only been able to cross it using metal plates.

Upon seeing the figure in red cross the defense line, the commander immediately ordered, "Pull it open!"

Eunuch Tai, mid-air, looked down at the dark, gaping trench below and showed a hint of bewilderment.

The military and political personnel in the distance looked at Johnny Tyson, who was falling straight into the trench, with triumphant smiles on their faces.

Even the fiercest beast could not defeat a cunning hunter.

They were the hunters.

"Everyone, relax. We've deployed highly concentrated anesthetic gas ahead. There's no way he can get any further..."

The smug commander didn't even finish his sentence before a red figure gracefully leaped out.

"No! Impossible!"

The commander's face paled in shock and disbelief.

"The surroundings are covered with specially made metal plates. Even snakes can't climb over them!"

Clearly, they were completely unaware of the Qinggong techniques passed down from the Invincible East, let alone the fact that Eunuch Tai possessed a sword forged from Vibranium that could be used to push off walls.

Alexander Pierce had obviously not shared the footage of Adam Smith practicing swordplay in the forest with them. Otherwise, these people wouldn't have been confident enough to try and capture him alive. Instead, they would have used heavy weaponry to kill him the moment Eunuch Tai fell into the trap.

"Hehehe..." Now it was Eunuch Tai's turn to wear a sinister smile.

The red shadow broke through, sword light flashing.

Several heads flew off, and blood sprayed into the sky.

Eunuch Tai didn't linger to fight the enemies; his sole focus was charging towards the White House.

"Armored units, seal off the streets and stop him!"

Tanks in the rear started up one after another, filling the street. If it were an ordinary enemy, they would indeed have no way out in such a situation.

Eunuch Tai didn't follow the usual path. He leaped high into the air, stepping on the tops of the tanks to propel himself forward, moving even faster than he would on the road.

The Vibranium longsword in his hand was indeed difficult to use to pierce the external armor of a main battle tank, but Eunuch Tai's target wasn't to destroy the armored units, so why would he get stuck fighting them?

Inside the command tent near the White House, the leaders of several departments looked grim. The defense line they thought was impregnable had been breached by a single person.

"The best way to deal with a superpowered individual is with another superpowered individual."

Nick Fury, having witnessed Captain Marvel, had understood this principle many years ago, which was why he had pushed the "Avengers Initiative" with all his might.

Unlike the bureaucrats around him who hadn't "opened their eyes to the universe," Nick Fury had long witnessed powerful individual beings in the cosmos and deeply understood that against formidable enemies, humanity's existing military forces were of little use.

This wasn't to say that America's soldiers were useless, but rather that when facing powerful individuals, they couldn't leverage their group advantage, because the enemy wouldn't foolishly stand still and endure saturation fire.

"Damn it, are we really going to entrust the safety of the White House to that sissy?" These tough guys felt utterly humiliated.

"This is bad!"

The monitoring personnel in front of the screen suddenly shouted, "Enemies in red clothing have appeared from other directions too!"

The department leaders, including Nick Fury, all leaned in to look at the screen, their faces changing drastically.

They hadn't expected there to be more than one enemy.

"Where did they all come from?"

"Similar clothing and attire... are these guys from the same organization?"

"This is going to be difficult. Dealing with just one was already so challenging, and now..."

"How about... we ask Mr. to temporarily retreat?"

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