John turned around, facing away from tens of thousands of eyes filled with fear.
He stepped on broken glass and bricks and walked toward the Campus ruins alone.
That tall figure looked indescribably lonely at the moment.
How could he not understand something that even a veteran like Marcus can understand.
His proud super vision allows him to see everything more clearly.
But he didn't want to explain or think about it any more.
Right now, he only has one thought left in his mind.
Find Neuman and let this matter come to an end as soon as possible.
As for how bad the public opinion outside will be, he can guess it with his eyes closed.
Vought directed and acted, Godolkin University massacre, Homelander killed innocent people in public...
These few scapegoats stacked together are enough for him to be nailed to the pillar of shame in front of all mankind and unable to stand up.
John looked up at the gray night sky and walked on the devastated road.
He suddenly envied Benjamin and Buddy.
It would be so happy if he could be like them, talking dirty words and pouring out in different ways.
If he could, he really wanted to point his finger at the sky and scold this fucking world.
But he doesn't know how to curse, and he can't curse out loud.
He could only swallow the nameless fire and grievance into his stomach, turning it into footsteps on the ruins.
A cold wind blew by.
John's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The familiar smell of blood came again.
John's eyes narrowed, and his vision penetrated directly through the thick smoke in front of him.
The woman whose eyes he burned through made a comeback.
The smoke dispersed.
Neuman was hanging in the air, and the waves of blood under his feet were rolling more wildly than before.
Her eyes have Reparo.
But now the look in those eyes has changed. There is no fear before, only indifference.
It's as if another person is controlling this body.
John is not in the mood to guess why this woman is crazy.
Since we found the weakness just now, let's burn through it again.
A flash of red light.
Two rays went straight to Neuman's face.
This time, Neuman didn't even hide.
She even took the initiative to fly towards the ray.
sneer.
The rays melted her eyeballs, but in the next microsecond, thick blood instantly filled the gap, and the new eyeballs continued to form against the high temperature.
She completely gave up her defense and used her endless regeneration speed to bear the fatal wound. Her hands turned into two bloody blades and struck John hard on the shoulder.
John was hit by the huge force and moved back half a meter.
This woman has completely turned into a consumable that knows no pain.
The two collided again, and the air wave lifted the surrounding ruins directly into the sky.
At the same time, outside the street.
Marcus was shouting, instructing his men to push away the crowd.
The Disaster Control Bureau agents held up shields and drove the screaming people to both sides of the passage while sweating profusely.
Behind the defense line, Clone, whose limbs had been broken, was lying quietly in a pool of blood.
No one noticed that a somewhat fat figure was walking along the edge of the crowd and quietly touching the rear.
Mesmer wiped the sweat from his face and strutted across the cordon.
"Stop! What are you doing!"
Two agents responsible for guarding Clone discovered an anomaly.
The agent on the left shouted loudly and was about to launch Superpower to subdue the fat man.
Mesmer had a harmless smile on his face, his foot speed increased suddenly, and he grabbed the agent's wrist.
The agent's body stiffened suddenly, and the look in his eyes faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He was like a puddle of mud, and fell softly to the ground with a thud, drool flowing out of the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
Before the other agent could draw his gun, Mesmer had already slapped him on the shoulder with his backhand.
The memory is instantly deleted.
After getting rid of the guards, Mesmer walked up to the blond Clone.
Clone was lying on the ground with his limbs twisted, his pure blue eyes staring blankly at the fat man walking over.
Mesmer squatted down, stretched out his fat hand, and rubbed Clone's blond hair with a smile.
Clone's eyes instantly fell into confusion.
But this confusion only lasted less than half a second.
When Clone blinked again, there was a hint of coldness in those empty blue eyes.
"Mesmer's ability is really useful."
Clone was lying on the ground, feeling this perfect body, and sighed:
"Forcibly erasing consciousness, combined with my Consciousness Descent, is a perfect match."
"The only pity is that Mesmer's body is too weak."
Godolkin completely took over this body.
On the playground in the distance, Neuman was fighting with John.
She tightly wrapped her hands around John's arms and let John's knees smash into her ribs.
Then, she turned her head sharply, and a thick red line of blood instantly separated from the sea of blood behind her. Like a long snake, it flew rapidly along the ground and plunged directly into the mouth of Clone behind the street.
Clone The broken limbs were pulled back to their original positions by the blood.
The broken bones bite each other, and the torn muscles are re-sewed with blood.
But in the blink of an eye, Clone stood up from the ground.
He moved his shoulders, which were intact as before, and his blue eyes glowed with scarlet light.
Clone bent his knees slightly, soared into the sky, and headed straight towards the two people fighting in mid-air.
John tore off the blood band wrapped around his wrist. Before he could take a breath, a strong wind was already in front of him.
Clone slammed straight into John's arms again.
The two collided hard in mid-air.
John grabbed Clone's shoulder with his backhand and was about to repeat the same trick and remove the opponent's joints.
But he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Clone's fighting instinct changed. He no longer resisted like a puppet. Instead, he sank down in the direction of John's force, and hit John's ribs with a backhand elbow.
The moment John ducked sideways, two bloody hands sprang out from the blood puddle on the ground without warning, grabbing John's ankles.
This pulling force would not injure John, but it would slow down his movements by half a beat.
Bang!
Clone's fist hit John's side of the face firmly.
John was beaten to the side of his head, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He quickly stabilized his figure, his eyes glowing red.
Two Heat Vision went straight to Clone's chest.
Clone didn't hide at all.
He rushed over against the ray, and Neuman behind him suddenly raised his hands.
The blood in the sky turned into a thick shield, blocking Clone directly.
The blood is quickly evaporated by the high temperature, but is filled with more plasma in the next second.
Taking advantage of this short cover, Clone had already rushed to the top of John's head, crossed his fingers with his hands, and hit John's back with terrifying force.
John groaned and hit the ground like Meteorite, smashing the roof of the teaching building below and falling into the dusty ruins.
He stood up holding on to the stone slab and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.