The streets outside the university have been completely blocked.
The scene at this moment makes people feel suffocated just by looking at it.
Inside the cordon, those members of the media who had watched their colleagues being evaporated into thin air by Heat Vision were scrambling to get out.
They threw away Video Camera, stepped off their leather shoes, and all of them looked pale.
But outside the cordon, the situation is completely opposite.
Countless ordinary people who had no idea what was going on inside were rushing in crazily.
Most of them saw the live broadcast online, or saw the two colliding figures in the sky from a distance, and their curiosity was completely ignited.
In the subconscious mind of these people, with Vought International and the government troops here, watching Supe fight is as safe as watching the Hollywood crew filming on location.
"Stop crowding! Let us out! There are people dead inside!"
A cameraman with blood on his face was holding on to the iron horse guardrail and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Go away, I want to see Homelander! Don't block my lens!"
Several young people outside held up their mobile phones and pushed the cameraman back hard.
The crowd of people fleeing for their lives and the crowd of people watching the excitement collided fiercely with each other through a row of thin metal guardrails.
Pushed, stepped on, yelled at.
The soldiers responsible for holding the cordon on the outside were caught in the middle, and their shields were squeezed out of shape.
More and more people came from all directions, and the situation got completely out of control. Some people even started fighting each other in the street because their feet were stepped on.
Marcus was hiding in the command car, looking at the group of idiots baring their teeth and claws outside the window, feeling that his blood pressure had soared to Tianling Gai.
If the crowd continues like this, before the two monsters in the sky can tell the winner, the group of people below will trample hundreds of their own people to death.
Once the superiors hold him accountable, the label of unfavorable on-site command will definitely be pinned on his head.
With trembling hands, he took out his cell phone and dialed the highest level of the bureau directly.
The phone rang for a long time before being answered.
"Sir! We need support. There are too many people outside and they cannot be evacuated. If this continues, there will be a massive stampede!"
Marcus shouted into the microphone.
An impatient voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Can't even handle this little thing well? Are all of you people at the scene doing it for free? I don't care what method you use, just guard the perimeter and don't let the situation continue to expand!"
Snap.
The phone was hung up again.
Marcus Listening to the blind tone on the phone, I feel like crying but no tears.
Eat dry food?
He roared in his heart, yes, aren't we just for the living?
Having sat in this position for ten years, Marcus knows better than anyone else what Disaster Control Bureau is.
In name, it is to deal with the crisis caused by Supe, but in fact, the dirty work of evacuating the masses, maintaining order, and post-war reconstruction has always been done by the Public Relations Department and Logistics Department of Vought International.
Vought has a mature assembly line. They have professional scavengers to clean the floor and a team of lawyers to pay hush fees. It is not Disaster Control Bureau's turn to intervene.
In the past ten years, their bureau has basically been a semi-retirement nursing home.
If you clock in to work every day, drink coffee, and then go to the scene to take two photos and write a report, you will be worthy of taxpayers' money.
He Marcus has no experience at all with this kind of large riot involving tens of thousands of people!
Speaking of which, he was able to become this little leader back then because the previous captain provoked Homelander at Vought ten years ago and was stared into two pieces.
Marcus took over as a matter of course.
Over the years, when he was carving the turkey for Thanksgiving every year, he would silently thank Homelander in his heart for giving him such a good job with high salary, good benefits and no pressure.
As a result, today, retribution came.
Looking at the increasingly chaotic crowd outside, Marcus held his head in his hands, not daring to issue any forced eviction order.
This can only be blamed on him knowing the rules too well.
If we leave things alone now, if something goes wrong it can be said that the police force is insufficient.
But if he orders violent suppression and uses Superpower, causing the crowd to panic and trample people to death, then he is a definite murderer.
What's more, there has now been a wave of boycotts against Supe.
He wants to escape.
But the military commander in the armored car next to him didn't think so.
It was a major wearing camouflage uniforms with a sinister face.
He ignored Marcus who was cowering in the car and pretending to be dead, but reached out and pressed the communicator next to his ear.
He was given a death order from above, and he must maintain a defensive line and not allow the riot to spread to other neighborhoods.
The major pulled out the gun from his waist, opened the door and jumped out.
He strode to the guardrail and looked at the irritable netizens who were still pushing the soldiers and even grabbing the riot shields, and his eyes turned cold.
"Everyone is here, pull the bolt!" the major yelled.
Wow.
Rows of Assault Rifle were raised, the black muzzles pointed at the sky.
When Marcus, who was huddled in the command car, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly widened. He suddenly rolled down the window and shouted, "Don't shoot! You are crazy!"
Bang bang bang bang--
The harsh gunfire suddenly sounded.
The deafening gunfire directly drowned out all the yelling and noise around him.
A bunch of bullets hit the empty space, and the shells fell on the asphalt road, making a clanging sound.
The crowd that was noisy just a second ago seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.
Everyone was stunned.
The pushing hands stopped in mid-air, the shouts and curses were stuck in the throat, and a strange silence fell on the street with tens of thousands of people.
The major raised his gun and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that the mob was finally suppressed.
Immediately afterwards, someone in the crowd screamed.
"The army is killing people!"
After a brief period of silence, a commotion erupted that was ten times more violent than before.
Those people who originally just wanted to join in the fun were completely frightened and began to run back like headless flies.
The people in front wanted to retreat, but before the people in the back could react, the two streams of people were crushed together.
The mid-air fight is about to come to an end.
The two figures collided together again, and the strong wind blew the debris on the ground rolling around.
The blond boy didn't make any unnecessary moves. He rushed over straight away, raised his fist and smashed John in the face.
This power is indeed terrifying, but it can only be scary.
John raised his forearm and caught the punch steadily without even shaking his body.
At this point, John is no longer fresh.
The strength of this body is indeed very high.
Whether it's muscle density, explosive power, or Heat Vision, there is almost no difference between him and me.
But that's all.
A real life-and-death fight is never a fistfight like a street gang fight.
The counterfeit in front of him has the power to destroy the world, but in the eyes of John, he is just a baby that has just learned to walk.
The person who made him only gave him a perfect body, but didn't teach him how to kill.
But John is different.
Back then at Long Island, Black Noir, as a teacher, fed him all the fighting skills he had learned throughout his life bit by bit, until John could defeat Black Noir even without using Superpower.
In these ten years, John has not been abandoned, and he often brushes up on these skills.
John looked at the young man who rushed over again, his eyes completely turned cold.