Inside the fighter jet's cabin, Charles watched Erik hold the sky full of missiles in place high above. His taut nerves finally began to relax, and he silently let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
Just a moment later, World War III would have erupted across the globe, plunging all of human civilization into an abyss of nuclear fire.
At that critical instant, with doomsday looming, Vought's people had suddenly intervened, forcibly stopping this annihilating disaster.
Charles's gaze darkened, thoughts surging through his mind.
Was this Vought's true plan?
Make a forceful entrance when the world stood on the brink of destruction, control the entire situation with absolutely invincible power, and intimidate the whole human world.
He had to admit that the timing of this move was flawless, and its effect had shaken the world.
He stared at the countless missiles frozen in midair, every bit as shocked as anyone else on the planet.
In just one month apart, Erik's power had actually skyrocketed to such an inconceivable level.
Just as everyone present was immersed in overwhelming shock and elation, a tiny black dot streaked through the air from deep within the distant clouds, reaching the sky above the battlefield in an instant.
The newcomer also wore a standard black, form-fitting combat suit, with an identical V+7 Vought Insignia emblazoned on her chest.
The only difference was that she was a woman with deep blue skin all over, unusual facial features, and a strange appearance that made her look like an alien monster to ordinary people.
She mirrored Erik's posture, her feet suspended in the air as she hovered steadily ten thousand meters above the ground. Her presence was fierce as she and Erik stood on opposite sides, looking down over the entire stretch of sea below.
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