This time, John did not use brute force to fight head-on.
The moment the boy's fist was about to hit the bridge of his nose, John's shoulders sank slightly, and his body slid half a step to the side at a tricky angle.
The young man's fist fell into the air, and the strong inertia carried him forward.
John raised his hand, grabbed the young man's wrist, exerted force on his waist, and twisted the other man's arm outwards.
Along with the ear-piercing sound of bone cracking, the boy's entire right arm was broken in reverse, and the white bone stubble directly pierced the skin and was exposed to the air.
A trace of dull astonishment flashed across the young man's empty face.
Before he had time to use Heat Vision, John's knee had already made a sound and hit his chin hard.
This moment caused the boy to lose his balance for a moment.
John moves smoothly without any pause.
He grabbed the boy's left arm with both hands and pushed it down. At the same time, he raised his right leg and stepped hard on the boy's left knee.
Click.
The kneecap was shattered on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, John turned around and struck the boy's carotid artery with a heavy hand knife.
The moment the boy's body went limp, John grabbed his only good leg with his backhand and kicked his ankle to pieces.
The last crisp sound of fractures sounded in the air.
From John changing his playing style to the boy's limbs being completely destroyed, the whole process took less than three seconds.
Clone, who was evenly matched with John just now, is now falling softly like a rag doll.
John reached out and grabbed the collar of the young man's neck and lifted him up in the air.
But this face is exactly the same as John, with no pain or distortion.
There was only confusion in those blue eyes.
John stared at this face, frowning slightly.
"Who made you?"
John's voice is cold.
The boy didn't respond.
He just stared at John blankly, his lips slightly opened, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.
There was no fear, no begging for mercy, and even the frequency of breathing did not change.
This is not a person at all, but a puppet in human skin.
John's eyes flashed with a hint of boredom.
He simply shut up and stopped wasting time on a dead thing.
He turned his head and looked over the young man's shoulder to the street below.
In fact, even in the fierce fight in mid-air just now, John's Super Hearing and his eyesight did not block the movement on the ground.
The mess below has turned into a pot of porridge.
After the army major fired a warning shot, panic exploded like a plague in the streets of tens of thousands of people.
The crowd on the outside pushed back as hard as they could, and the people inside were trampled under their feet.
The iron horse guardrail was pushed down, and shoes and backpacks fell to the ground.
Screams, curses and the muffled sound of broken bones were mixed together.
Some people have even lost consciousness in the stampede, and blood stained the asphalt road red.
If this continues, more and more people will die.
At the edge of the cordon, Marcus was leaning against the door of the command vehicle, his face ashen.
His legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, and his heart was completely cold.
It's over.
Looking at the tens of thousands of people who were out of control, Marcus only had one thought left in his mind:
Military Court The bars behind the bars are waving to him.
Once the casualty report comes out, the politicians above will definitely push him out to quell public outrage, and he will have to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Just when Marcus was pulling his hair in despair, the battle in mid-air ended.
He raised his head blankly and watched the man wearing the Stars and Stripes suit holding his opponent, hovering in the wind like a god.
Marcus was stunned, and then he let out a long breath.
This is a very ridiculous feeling.
A few minutes ago, he was hiding in the car and praying that the two monsters would die together and that no one would survive.
But now, when he saw Homelander winning the battle with a crushing attitude and appearing in his field of vision safe and sound, not only was he not afraid, but he felt his heart dropped to the ground.
In the face of a disaster that was completely out of control, this man was the only one who could calm the situation.
Marcus wiped the cold sweat from his face, and ran out from behind the command vehicle in large strides, as if he had grasped the last straw.
He faced the soldiers who were still retreating and rushed desperately towards the direction where John landed.
As an agent assigned by the Disaster Control Bureau to supervise Vought, he stayed in Vought Tower for a full ten years.
In Marcus's heart, no matter how transparent he usually is, if he has not seen her for ten years, it is still a bit of friendship.
John lifted the boy and slowly landed him in the middle of the empty intersection.
Before he could stand still, Marcus was already running over panting.
When he was still two meters away from John, his knees softened and he almost fell to his knees in front of John.
"Sir! Every mistake is my fault!"
Marcus put his hands on the broken glass, raised his head, his face full of sincerity,
"It was my fault in evacuation and my failure to control those soldiers! Now the situation is completely out of control. Please don't remember the villain's fault and stop this disaster!"
He looked at John longingly, his voice trembling.
John lowered his head and glanced.
There was no anger or ridicule.
John just tossed it casually, like throwing away garbage, and smashed Clone with all its limbs in his hand directly towards Marcus.
"Ah!"
Marcus screamed in fright, stretched out his arms in a hurry, and hugged the heavy body that was thrown at him.
The young man's blood was all over Marcus, but he couldn't care less about being disgusted.
"Keep an eye on him." John said next.
Hearing these three words, Marcus felt happy.
Homelander is agreeing to take action!
In the past few days, under the overwhelming abuse and resistance on the Internet, even if Homelander slaps his butt and flies away, leaving these people to fend for themselves, there will be no fault at all.
But he just stayed.
"I knew it!"
Marcus hugged Clone tightly, the flattery on his face almost overflowing,
"Let me just say that all the dirty information circulating on the Internet is a lie! You are still as kind and caring as before!"
John snorted coldly.
He didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who acted according to the circumstances, his legs slightly bent, and then he tapped his toes.
Boom.
The airflow flipped over Marcus's hat.
John soared into the sky and flew directly above the tens of thousands of people pushing and trampling on her.