Mercer rolled his neck and stretched his limbs. Playing the villain for the first time had him a little excited.
To set the mood, the Blacklight Virus inside him surged to the surface, forming the Blacklight Armor he had barely used since acquiring it.
At the same time, a faint blood-red mist seeped from his body, making him radiate an utterly sinister aura.
His scarlet eyes swept over the city. Unable to help himself, Mercer threw back his head and let out a long howl, then charged forward.
Mercer leaped straight off a rooftop dozens of meters high.
The wind roaring past his ears made his heart race. A few seconds later, he landed, the tremendous force shattering a wide swath of pavement around him.
He activated his thermal sense, allowing him to detect people wherever they were.
With a chuckle, Mercer pushed off with his right foot and shot forward like an arrow from a bow, weaving rapidly through the city.
Those who thought they were well hidden felt only a chill against their necks. Gradually, the people around them began to smell delicious, exuding an indescribable temptation.
Then the mutations began...
"Damn it, why do I feel like there are more and more infected?"
Fighting on the ground, Hawkeye pulled his arrows out of two infected and wiped the discolored black blood off on their bodies.
During all the time they had spent killing them, the infected seemed to have increased rather than dwindled.
"Barton, there's a horde at your seven o'clock! Run!"
Stark's shout suddenly came over the radio. Hawkeye looked in that direction, his pupils contracting.
A visible horde of infected was charging toward him, the sight overwhelming.
He hurriedly slipped the arrows into his quiver and pressed a button on his bow. At the