The sun shone into the cave, and it was already the morning of the next day.
System Panel pops up.
[Copy Progress:100%]
[Super Physique LV4has Fusion Enhancement]
[Physical Mimicry LV4 has been cured]
The twelve hours of waiting were over. Lucian stood up, his bones making a series of crisp sounds like exploding beans.
The muscle fibers reorganized and stretched under the skin with a terrifying efficiency. The perception of the five senses was pushed to a new level, and the whole body was filled with explosive power.
This is the all-round improvement brought about by LV4 physique.
His eyes scanned a line of red text at the bottom of the panel: [Side Effect Tip: The longer Physical Mimicry is maintained, the stronger the feeling of cell tearing. If the safety threshold is exceeded, the original body will be forcibly restored.]
This is nothing. From today on, Vought's surveillance network and facial recognition system will be completely ineffective against him.
Lucian walked to Black Noir and Doppelganger. They were still in a deep coma, leaving these two people alone was a hidden danger.
Taking off my jacket, the temperature of two thousand degrees gathered in my palms.
The dazzling firelight instantly engulfed the two bodies on the ground. The skin, flesh, bones, and clothing were quickly carbonized under the extremely high temperature.
In just a few seconds, only two puddles of gray-white ashes were left on the ground.
Lucian withdrew his right leg and exerted force suddenly. The strong wind picked up the ashes and completely scattered them deep into the dense forest outside the cave.
All traces were cleaned up. Light Energy Propulsion started up, rising up from the ground, heading straight in the direction of New York.
New York Queens, Motel.
Lucian opened the door and found four babies sleeping soundly on the bed.
I found a large thickened cardboard box, put a few layers of soft towels on the bottom, and put the four little guys in one by one. Close the lid of the cardboard box and leave a few ventilation holes.
Walk to the bathroom mirror and start Physical Mimicry.
Within a few seconds, an ordinary white middle-aged man appeared in the mirror. His face was slightly chubby, his hairline receded, and his originally well-fitting clothes became baggy.
Lucian picked up the cardboard box and walked out of the hotel.
After the transformation, Lucian walked on the street of New York. Passers-by passed by in a hurry, and no one gave him a second glance.
Although the muscles of this body appear to be loose, the dormant power inside still belongs to LV4 Super Physique.
Outside the gate of Mercy Hospital, several black SUVs were parked on the roadside, security personnel in plainclothes were wandering around, and there were obviously twice as many surveillance cameras in the corners.
After the last attack, Vought International's security level has skyrocketed.
Lucian carried the cardboard box and walked straight into the hall. The intensive care unit on the first floor was already empty. After walking around, he locked the infant intensive care area that had been moved to the second floor.
As he walked towards the stairs, two burly security guards stretched out their hands to block the way.
"The second floor is closed, and no one else is allowed to enter."
Lucian didn't stop and kicked directly.
The security guard in front of him flew backwards and hit the wall at the corner of the stairs. A large area of the wall peeled off, and the man spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Another security guard quickly drew his gun.
Lucian reached out with his left hand and grabbed the barrel tightly. The metal barrel was directly deformed and bent under the huge force. The security guard's finger was stuck in the trigger guard and could not be pulled out at all.
He slapped the security guard on the side with his backhand. The security guard spun twice in mid-air and hit the floor tiles hard.
At the end of the corridor, the security captain heard the noise and rushed out with people.
"Fire!"
Gunfire rang out and flames spewed out.
Lucian did not dodge, but just protected the box in his arms by his side. The bullet hit his body, making a dense sound of metal collision, and sparks flying everywhere.
Negasonic Teenage Warhead were all bounced away and fell to the ground with a clatter.
The security captain stopped shooting and stared at the deformed Negasonic Teenage Warhead on the ground. Damn it, the completely bulletproof Supe?
He hurriedly went to get the communicator. "Call the headquarters, there is a high-risk target on the second floor, please ask for reinforcements!"
Before he finished speaking, Super Speed LV3 broke out.
Lucian's figure pulled out an afterimage on the spot, bringing up a gust of wind. The security captain felt his eyes blurred as a pair of iron-like hands had already clasped his neck.
An irresistible force came, and the whole person was forcibly lifted into the air. A feeling of suffocation instantly surged into his brain.
Lucian flicked his hand, and the security captain hit the other security guards like a broken sack, causing them to fall to pieces.
After several dull cracks of bones, there was no longer a living person standing in the corridor.
Push open the door of the intensive care unit on the second floor.
As usual, he first destroyed the cameras above all the baby incubators. Then he opened several incubators at will, took out the unlucky ones inside and put them aside, and then stuffed the four little guys he brought in.
After doing all this, I took a glance at the windowless and completely enclosed monitoring room.
Walk to a load-bearing wall and lift your leg.
"Boom!"
A large hole as tall as a person was kicked out of the reinforced concrete wall, and rubble and smoke were sprayed out.
"Goodbye, little ones."
Putting these words aside, Lucian jumped down from the hole on the second floor. Without any pause after landing, Super Speed started up and disappeared at the end of the street corner after a few ups and downs.
New York Somewhere Safe House.
Hughie was sitting on the shabby sofa, rubbing his knees with both hands.
Frenchie was playing with the chemical reagents on the table, and green bubbles were rising from the liquid in the test tube. Mother's Milk leaned against the wall, lowering his head and wiping the Glock pistol. Kimiko squatted in the corner, staring at the gap in the floor tiles.
Butcher is not here, he went to negotiate with the CIA with new chips.
The waiting time is always the most excruciating.
The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Hughie glanced at the screen and saw the caller ID: Dad.
Frenchie stopped what he was doing. Mother's Milk put down his gun. Everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Hughie pressed the answer button, "Hello, Dad."
There was no voice from his father on the other end of the phone.
"Tick-tock... tick-tock..."
The crisp sound of fingers tapping rapidly on the table came along the radio waves, along with the sound of heavy and rapid breathing.
Hughie's breathing stopped momentarily.
"Hughie, guess who I am?" The voice revealed uncontrollable madness, "Just a reminder, the last time we were so close, your face was covered with your girlfriend's internal organs."
A-Train.
These three words are like a cold knife, stabbing directly into Hughie's heart.
"Hughie...Hughie Where are you?" The phone suddenly cut into the weak and trembling voice of Hughie's father, "What the hell is going on? There is someone in this room... He came in in the blink of an eye..."
Hughie stood up suddenly, knocking over the coffee table in front of him with his knees.
Amidst the harsh sound of the glass breaking, Frenchie and Mother's Milk instantly grabbed their weapons and stared at him.
"Dad, listen to me, don't anger him." Hughie lowered his voice and swallowed the panic in his heart.
"Oh, don't be nervous, the old man is quite good." A-Train regained the right to speak, "He's just a poor guy who receives Medicaid, right?"
"Your target is me." Hughie forced himself to take a deep breath, "My dad doesn't know anything, and there's no value in catching him. Let him go, and I'll give you what you want."
"Value? Are you fucking talking to me about value?!"
A-Train's voice suddenly rose in pitch, with a nervous roar that stung Hughie's eardrums.
"You ruined my career! You ruined my love! I have nothing now! It's all thanks to you!"
"Twenty minutes, Hughie. If you don't show up in your living room, I will take your dad for a run around the street." A-Train's voice became as cold as a poisonous snake, "I promise, he will become a layer of red paint painted on the wall of your house. Just like Robin."
"Also, come alone. If I get a whiff of one of your asshole friends, be prepared to find some cleaners to scrape your dad off the wall."
The phone was hung up rudely, leaving only a busy tone.
Hughie stared at the black screen.