Never Surrender Until the Ammo Runs Out

When his luck was good, it was fifty-fifty. When it was bad, he steamrolled them. It sounded contradictory, but it made perfect sense when applied to Russell.

The reason was simple. If his luck triggered a draw and he got Darkseid's Character Card, then everyone would be on roughly equal footing, making it fifty-fifty.

If his luck was bad and he got nothing, he could only use Satan's Character Card. At that point, it would be a one-sided slaughter.

Bruce could not make sense of it. He merely assumed Russell's silly bird syndrome was acting up again and instinctively took two steps back, unwilling to come into contact with the source of infection.

Meanwhile, on an Atlantic Ocean military base island.

The troops originally stationed on the island had already withdrawn. Aside from the military research team studying the Mother Boxes, only two squads of Marines remained to protect the researchers.

Just as Bruce's intelligence had stated, tactical nuclear warheads had been placed on the island. Before disaster struck, America hoped to obtain as many black-tech breakthroughs as possible.

Pulling the view back, one could see the Carrier Strike Group on the horizon. An air force base near the coast could also provide support.

This was where the officials' confidence came from. No matter how many aliens there were, they could bury them under a mountain of dollars.

Optimism was a good thing. It might not help anyone survive until the ending, but before the ending arrived, everything was full of hope.

Bzzzzzz!!!

The Mother Boxes in three separate laboratories began vibrating in unison. They activated on their own without anyone touching them or any energy being supplied. Seeing this, the military officer in charge immediately pressed the alarm button and ordered everyone to evacuate.

In contrast, the experts