The Hills (Explicit)
Although the Deep usually presents a carefree and nonchalant image to the outside world.
But as former members of the Seven, the guards dared not underestimate them.
Especially after witnessing the inexplicable malfunctions of two cargo ships, they were all on edge.
"Don't let your guard down! Aim all your guns at his head!"
The guard captain roared, jerked off the safety, and slammed the cold muzzle of his gun hard against the Deep's forehead.
"Calling Control Center! Wanted target spotted in the Deep on Mudflat 3! Requesting heavy artillery support!! Repeat, requesting heavy artillery support!!"
A burst of noisy, piercing calls immediately came from the walkie-talkie.
At this point, the Deep was in a state of extreme exhaustion.
The battle with the Torpedo had already exhausted a huge amount of physical energy, and coupled with the mental overload, my brain had entered a state of chaos.
His hands and feet had no strength left, and only his two slightly twitching eyes maintained his fragile vision.
It looked like a dead fish that had been thrown onto the mudflats, lying limply in the mud.
"Cough cough..."
He struggled to open his right eye, which was swollen to a slit.
In the dim light, a dozen submachine guns were pointed directly at him.
The guards formed a semi-circle, the blinding beams of their tactical flashlights shining directly on them.
Hold...
Who would have thought that the one who took down a freakish first-generation superhero just five minutes ago was the Deep?
How did it become so weak by now? Damn it... I'm not reconciled!
With barely any strength, the Deep stroking his fingers, enduring the excruciating pain in his temples, tried to move just a little more water.
Unfortunately, he can no longer sustain any more movements at this stage; even the slightest movement causes his vision to go completely black.
If he struggled any longer, he felt he was truly close to death.
So he could only close his eyes helplessly and let the guards do as they pleased.
"Quickly, help him up and get him onto the boat, quick!"
At the captain's instruction, one of the guards took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, bent down, and prepared to cuff the Deep's wrists.
And it was at this moment...
"Buzz--!"
At this moment, all sound fell silent.
In just a hundred seconds, everything around slowed down, even...
Do not move.
At this very moment.
(Today I'll also be showing off my writing skills.)
The white beam of the searchlight still pierced the night sky, splashing mud and water that made skirts float.
Under the pale light of the crescent moon, thousands upon thousands of glistening water droplets suddenly stopped, hanging high in the air.
With a quick turn of his head, the guard captain seemed to have noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His face contorted with rage, and his index finger was poised to pull the trigger just before he could fire.
"Buzz--"
In the depths of this infinitely still ink scroll, a blazing streak of light transformed into a flowing stream, cutting straight through the night.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
In the void, dozens of semi-transparent afterimages intertwined, rapidly collapsing into a straight line, their diameters intersecting, overlapping, and recombining.
But in a short while.
Dozens of elongated and distorted afterimages of light rapidly coalesced, then coalesced into an extremely thin needle tip.
Soon, sparks flew, countless afterimages turned into thin lines, and the surrounding air instantly collapsed into a transparent shell, gradually condensing into a human shape.
Then came the third, the tenth...
The originally translucent, illusory image instantly began to weave back to its original details, following the trails of light.
First, a gradient of blue spread, then several white stripes transformed into blurry light trails, outlining the figure.
Bones, flesh, appearance.
In that instant, layers upon layers overlap until all the externalized particles return to their original positions.
"Boom--"
At this point, the illusion dissipated, and the translucent white shadow was completely reassembled, forming a black humanoid figure dressed in blue and white battle armor.
It crashed into the Deep between the gun barrel, carrying extremely violent kinetic energy.
Only now, the delayed sonic boom, forcibly pushed aside by Supersonic, exploded like a heavy cannon!
"Bang--!!"
A ring of air radiated outwards from the origin, creating a semicircle, and sparks of electricity surged around the entire body.
at this time.
There were a dozen or so heavily armed guards around him, along with the guns in their hands.
It felt like being run over head-on by a heavy tank hurtling towards you at hundreds of kilometers per hour.
Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or a chariot that is easily destroyed.
The sound of bones shattering was accompanied by piercing screams, and more than a dozen figures appeared along with broken gun barrels.
He was sent flying backward more than ten meters like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the collapsed, steep rock face. He then slid down the rock face like mud, his fate unknown.
After a long while, the smoke and dust dissipated slightly.
A figure stood tall before the Deep.
He was wearing a familiar blue and white battle suit, his feet resting on two charred glass tracks.
Scalding heat rose from the surface of the combat suit.
"Call..."
The A-Train had its head slightly bowed, one hand on its hip, its chest heaving violently, and several visible beads of sweat on its forehead.
His other hand was in a state of extreme resonance, intertwined and uncertain.
As he uttered the command, the countless afterimages gradually slowed down and quickly returned to stillness.
Upon closer inspection, he was still holding half of a gun barrel with a smooth cut in his hand.
"When!"
The A-Train raised an eyebrow, and the next second, he casually tossed the gun barrel onto the beach like trash.
Then, he slowly pushed up his goggles, revealing his slightly tanned face.
At this moment, the Deep was lying in the cold, muddy mudflats, completely exhausted.
The weakness after the seawater was removed and the excruciating mental pain intertwined, eroding his last vestiges of consciousness.
He used every last ounce of his instinct to forcefully open his swollen, purplish eye through a tiny slit.
Through the lingering white mist, my gaze struck directly at that familiar blue and white figure.
"..."
The Deep's extremely tense nerves, which were on the verge of shutting down at any moment, finally relaxed.
At that moment, all the fighting spirit he had been holding onto dissipated like the receding tide.
Instead, there was only endless darkness and exhaustion.
His parched, cracked lips twitched slightly in the muddy water, managing to squeeze out a weak, hoarse reply:
"Bro, you... you've finally arrived..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Deep's eyelids slammed shut, his head lolled heavily to the side in the cold mudflats, and he fell into a deep coma.
The A-Train shook the residual heat from its hands, lowered its head, and looked at the Deep, who lay unconscious in the muddy water, with a complicated expression.
"Fuck... you stinking fish, with so many wounds all over your body, what have you been through?"
He took a step down, assuming a crouching position as if he were about to start a race.
Immediately afterwards, a dull, piercing microscopic buzzing sound suddenly reverberated.
The entire skeleton, muscles, and even cells of the A-Train were engaged in a high-frequency vibration that was imperceptible to the naked eye at extremely high speeds.
Moreover, it is connected to the A-Train's arm.
That chaotic and subtle oscillation field spread like ripples, forcibly assimilating the Deep in my arms and pulling it into the same frequency of oscillation.
Then...
"Buzz--!"
Before the buzzing had even stopped, a sonic boom erupted.
A streak of blue and white lightning, enveloping a dark shadow, tore a straight and glaring trail through the thick, black night before disappearing into the darkness.
the next day.
The Third Underground Research Institute of Vought.
Stormfront, dressed in a bulky battle robe, stood silently before the massive three-dimensional global control console.
Beneath his short, side-shaved hair, his deep-set eyes held an intense, sinister glint.
Intense electric light was brewing in his eyes, and the entire control panel exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
Her hands were pressed tightly against the edge of the control panel.
The incredibly hard titanium alloy tabletop creaked under her slender, fair hands.
When the hand was removed, two deep indentations from the pinch were revealed.
Behind her, a female researcher wearing glasses was kneeling tremblingly on the floor.
Her white coat was covered in dust, and her forehead was pressed tightly against the cold cement floor.
His whole body was shaking violently like a sieve, and even his teeth were chattering.
"Speak."
The sound of the Stormfront was faint, but the chill between her teeth made the female researcher's hunched back tremble even more.
"Damage report... read it aloud."
The female researcher swallowed hard, holding a tablet with a cracked screen, and stammered:
"Both of the escort ships that were moored... were attacked by the Black Team."
They somehow managed to destroy the heavy water reactor and core centrifuge in the lower compartment...
At this point, the female researcher's voice had become tinged with desperate sobs.
"We... we have deployed most of the core equipment on board to purify the Compound V2."
Seventy percent of the V2 production line and key catalytic converter... were completely submerged in water and reduced to scrap metal.
Upon hearing this, Stormfront's eyelids began to twitch, and his breathing became unusually heavy.
A faint purple spark began to flicker around him, and the dust particles in the air were also suspended in the air due to static electricity.
It's important to know that those V2 manufacturing facilities were mobile production lines she secretly built at a cost of tens of billions of dollars to circumvent FDA scrutiny and the high seas ban.
It is the lifeline of the entire V2 mass production plan.
Seventy percent of the equipment was destroyed, which means that the core Superman military upgrade and the plan to invade the Department of Department of Defense have completely fallen through.
What's worse, she had already assured everyone that everything would be fine.
But now, something has gone wrong.
This news absolutely must not be known to the Homelander...
To Stormfront, Homelander is currently an extremely unstable and tyrannical giant baby.
She is not yet the "leader" in her mind who can lead the entire Superman race.
Moreover, under her constant brainwashing and encouragement, Homelander is now immersed in the fantasy of controlling everything.
If things get out of control, all the hard work will be in vain.
She absolutely will not allow this to happen!
Stormfront forcefully suppressed the raging fury surging within him and turned away coldly.
Those emotionless eyes were fixed intently on the kneeling female researcher.
"And the Sage?"
The Stormfront took a step forward, its black combat boots slamming into the shards of glass with a piercing thud.
"And what about those special operations teams under the Sage? Wasn't she supposed to have the smartest minds and the most comprehensive contingency plans in the world?! Where are they?!"
The female manager shuddered violently, her forehead pressed firmly to the floor, her lips trembling, and she didn't dare utter a single word for a long time.
Answer me!!
The Stormfront roared, and a dazzling purple high-voltage arc of electricity suddenly exploded around it.
The violent static pressure instantly Smash the screens of several surviving monitors nearby.
" The Sage woman... was struck by a giant pole when the ship was destroyed, and was thrown into the waves along with the Emissary. By the time the search party tried to find them, they had already disappeared without a trace."
"Disappeared?"
Stormfront muttered to himself, a twisted, brutal sneer suddenly spreading across his lips.
The next second.
"Boom!"
The Stormfront's form transformed into a dark afterimage, instantly traversing a distance of several meters!
A slender, fair hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the female researcher's head tightly!
An immense, unparalleled force tightened instantly!
"Aaaaaaah!"
The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, her skull shattering eerily under the Stormfront's blows.
His entire face was drastically deformed due to the intense pressure, and his eyes were bloodshot.
" Storm... no!"
The female manager struggled with both hands, trying to break free from the Stormfront's control, but she was just an ordinary person and couldn't shake the Stormfront that had been injected with V1.
At that moment, a violent current flowed directly into her flesh through the Stormfront's fingers.
Her hair was instantly burned into charcoal, and her skin gradually emitted a disgusting burnt smell.
At this moment, the ultimate fear of death suddenly descended.
"Drizzling..."
The sphincter muscles, which had been forcibly contracting, completely failed.
A pool of foul-smelling, scalding, murky liquid poured wildly down her tight trouser legs.
The drops fell onto the cold floor, splashing out large, dirty, mottled wet stains.
The lingering electric current and residual heat in the air violently enveloped it, sending up a pungent, acrid, and sour stench.
The Stormfront lowered its head and glanced with disgust at the yellow puddle on the ground.
He then looked at the distorted face beneath his palm, which was covered in blood, snot, and urine.
There was no warmth in her eyes, only a morbid obsession that came from her very bones.
"Listen, you pathetic idiot... You should be glad your face is white, not like those inferior races of color."
"If Sage were that lowly black sage, I guarantee I would stick my hand right up her mouth!"
Tear her tongue and esophagus out! Drain her internal organs and stuff them into her own Prisili!
Then use the thickest high-voltage cable to hang her on top of the Vought Tower like a dead pig, understand?
Having said that, the Stormfront abruptly flung its hand away, as if throwing away trash.
"Bang!"
The female supervisor fell heavily into the urine and blood, clutching her almost shattered head, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.
"This has really dirtied my hands..."
Stormfront pulled a clean white handkerchief from his battle robe and wiped the blood and liquid from his fingertips with utter disgust.
"Get up!"
Stormfront stepped on the female manager's chest, looking down at her condescendingly.
"Use your still-scarred Percy brain to listen to me clearly."
"First! Immediately connect me to Neuman's encrypted private channel and tell her to get over here to see me right now!"
"Second! No matter how many test subjects die, make those idiots in white coats produce the V2 product within 24 hours!"
If I can't make it, I'll throw them all into the high-voltage line and blend them into juice with Vought's daily garbage!
"Third!"
A hint of madness flashed in the Stormfront's eyes.
"Have Ashley increase the wanted posters for all members of the Boys Squad tenfold... Vought's coffers are overflowing with money anyway."
"From now on, the bounty on each of them will be increased to ten billion US dollars! Dead or alive!"
"Also, tell Neuman that I am going to issue a total war declaration to the entire United States!"
Let her completely repackage these sons of bitches into the most extreme and inhumane violent terrorists!
I want to unleash the full force of United States's police force, military, and every bounty hunter and Superman.
Carnage them like mad dogs, at any cost!
No one... can stand in our way.