The soldiers around her were scared to death, yet Carol actually laughed in the middle of it all, immediately drawing strange looks from those nearby.
Brad took advantage of that brief easing of tension to point at the rifles surrounding him.
"Could you lower those things? Not only are they useless against me, they're also rather rude."
The American soldiers thought this stranger had a good point, but they still dared not lower their guns. When humans encountered beings beyond their imagination, their instinctive sense of danger drove them to seek weapons that could make them feel safe.
And for these American soldiers, nothing offered more reassurance than the rifles in their hands.
But Brad was hardly a kindhearted man.
By the time he finished his last sentence, his expression had already turned cold.
Trading a couple of jokes with these soldiers was the absolute limit of his tolerance and mercy.
Whether fighting mechanical armies in the dreams of his youth or slaughtering under Stryker's command to obtain vibranium later on, Brad had never shown mercy to enemies who dared raise weapons against him.
He simply wasn't as indiscriminate a killer as Sabretooth or Deadpool.
Besides, Brad X only wanted Carol.
Brad took a step forward. Before the soldiers could tense up again, his bionic hummingbird muscle structure unleashed a burst of speed utterly beyond human vision.
Only after Brad stopped did a series of muffled explosions belatedly ring out.
Apart from Carol, all that remained at the scene was shredded flesh flying through the air and billowing clouds of blood.
With his speed and toughness, Brad had smashed almost every American soldier present to pieces.
The female soldier who had been laughing moments earlier now lay sprawled on the ground dozens of meters away, covered in dirt.
The gale