In Basement, Mesmer removed the last piece of debris.
His originally chubby hands were now exposed with white bones and dripping with blood.
After the rubble was cleared away, a zinc cover suddenly appeared.
Mesmer Lift the cover with one stroke.
Beneath the smashed Basement, there is actually a deeper passage.
There are no lights, just a set of cement steps extending downward.
Mesmer threw the metal cover aside and walked down the steps.
The hidden space on this floor is not large, and there are no dazzling experimental equipment above.
Mesmer As soon as he walked down the steps, what he saw was a glass Cultivation Pod that was more than two meters high.
The warehouse door was wide open, and the liquid inside had long been drained. It was empty except for a few transparent hoses hanging messily at the bottom.
Mesmer did not stop in front of Cultivation Pod, but went around to the back.
In the deepest corner of the room, there was a black rectangular container lying horizontally. It was made of neither gold nor wood, and it looked like a heavy coffin.
There is a stool beside the coffin.
There was a figure sitting on the stool.
That was a boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
He was wearing a somewhat loose white shirt, and his hands were neatly placed flat on his knees.
His back was straight and his legs were together, like a well-behaved primary school student.
Before Mesmer came down, the young man just stared at the black metal coffin in a daze.
Hearing the footsteps in the empty room, the boy took action.
He slowly turned his neck and looked at Mesmer, who was covered in blood.
Under the dim light, the boy had dazzling blond hair.
And a pair of pure blue eyes.
If outsiders could see this face, they would definitely scream, because the facial features are simply a smaller version of Homelander.
The boy just looked at Mesmer quietly.
There is no doubt, no fear, not even a trace of the emotional fluctuations of a living person.
Mesmer smiled and spoke.
"Good boy."
When the young man heard the voice, his empty blue eyes finally gained a faint focus.
"Doctor."
The boy's voice was very clean, without any ups and downs.
The screams in mid-air were heartbreaking.
Neuman covered his face with both hands.
Hot blood surged down between the fingers, but it could not keep up with the speed of Heat Vision's destruction.
Her eyes had been completely burned out, and the sea of blood that originally surrounded her body lost control, crashing to the ground like a heavy rain.
John, holding his hands behind his back, stopped in the air more than ten meters away.
The red light deprived this woman of her vitality bit by bit.
Neuman feels like his brain is boiling.
Pain.
Cruciatus Curse's pain.
No matter how much blood she mobilizes to fill the hole on her face, those two damn red lights can always evaporate it in an instant.
If she continues like this, within half a minute, her head will be burned all the way through, and she will die here completely.
Just when Neuman was in so much pain that she almost lost her mind, a gentle voice sounded deep in her mind without any warning.
"It feels bad now. Do you want to survive?"
Neuman was shaken all over, and even his struggling movements froze.
This is the voice of Godolkin.
How could a person who was so dead speak in her head?
But in the face of life and death, all shocks were forcibly suppressed by the strong desire to survive.
Neuman doesn't care what means Godolkin uses, she only knows that this is the only life-saving straw she can grasp now.
"Save me..."
Neuman shouted crazily in his mind.
Not to mention negotiating terms, she is willing to kneel down and be a dog now.
The voice in my head continued to sound unhurriedly.
"I can help you contain Homelander."
"But if you don't take this opportunity to go back to Basement and complete the deal between us, then you will just wait to die."
"I promise! I promise whatever you want!"
Neuman responded hoarsely in his heart.
"Very good."
Godolkin only replied with two simple words.
At the moment Neuman agreed, a deafening muffled sound suddenly came from the ruins of Campus below.
The earth trembled.
The central square that had already collapsed collapsed again, and rubble and soil were thrown up into the air more than ten meters like a fountain.
Immediately afterwards, a white afterimage rose into the sky from the direction of Basement.
The figure didn't hesitate and crashed straight into John in mid-air.
Bang.
This force is ridiculously powerful.
John lost his balance and was forced back more than ten meters in mid-air.
Heat Vision crossed the sky diagonally, cutting a thin layer of clouds in the distance in half.
Neuman couldn't even breathe, and the burnt flesh on his face was even smoking.
She didn't even look at who knocked Homelander away, and ran away quickly.
mid-air.
John Stabilize your body.
He raised his head somewhat unexpectedly and looked at the person who sneaked up on him.
It was a young man wearing a large white shirt.
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
The boy was floating quietly right in front of John.
John's pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw himself on this slightly immature face.
Not similar, but exactly the same.
This is exactly what he looked like as a teenager.
Clone?
"Who are you?"
John looked at the young man in front of him coldly.
The boy didn't answer.
It was as if he were just a well-wound pocket watch, and now the spring was turning.
The boy's neck tilted slightly, and his eyes instantly glowed with scarlet light.
Tsk!
Two Heat Visions of the same dark red color came straight towards John's face.
John sneered, his eyes glowed red, and he directly faced the opponent's beam.
Two terrifying beams of light collided violently in mid-air.
The violent heat wave completely bulldozed the ruins of the already dilapidated teaching building below.
The standoff lasted less than two seconds.
John's beam was thick and violent. It directly overwhelmed the boy's beam with a devastating momentum and hit the boy's chest hard.
The white shirt instantly turned to ashes.
The boy was hit to the ground by this huge thrust and fell into the ruins like a meteor, creating a huge bottomless pit.
John didn't pause, his figure flashed, and he rushed straight down.
At the same time, the deepest part of Basement.
Neuman's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, panting violently.
The eyes that had just been burned through were slowly healing, and his vision was still a little blurry.
The sound of footsteps came from the front.
Neuman raised his head and saw Mesmer standing next to the coffin, looking at her indifferently.
"You're slow."
Mesmer spoke.
The voice is still that of the fat man, but the tone and demeanor are no longer that of the scheming boy.
Neuman stood up holding on to the wall. Looking at the fat man in front of him whose body was occupied by Godolkin, a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his back.
"How long can that thing outside hold him back?"
Neuman asked through gritted teeth.
"That's enough for you to complete the transaction."
Mesmer pointed to the black coffin beside him, "Now, use your ability to start doing things."