Attention
(The depiction of the Private Angel is for plot purposes)
(Do not imitate)
"Boom--!!"
Upon impact, the entire wall instantly caved in and cracked, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading all the way to the dome.
Starlight was pinned to the broken wall by the Private Angel, and the intense pain made her gasp for breath.
But after she inhaled, her entire neck was firmly gripped by the Private Angel, preventing her from exhaling.
Soon, a strong feeling of suffocation traveled from her throat to her nerves, and her legs could only kick helplessly in mid-air, trying to break free.
"Is that all the strength you've got? Little Golden Flower, your neck is so soft... it's making me a little soft-hearted."
The Private Angel pressed themselves against them roughly.
A pretty face flushed with an eerie red was inches away, and those tall, heavy breasts pressed unreservedly against Annie's smooth, close-fitting body.
As she breathed heavily, a deeper flush rose on her face, which gradually spread to her neck.
"Let her go!"
Hughie, who was behind him, had somehow put on a subway uniform.
Then, gripping an iron bar salvaged from a broken shovel, he smashed it hard against the exposed back of the Private Angel's head!
"When----!!"
An extremely piercing sound of metal clashing violently erupted.
The enormous reaction force caused the iron bar to bend directly into a "C" shape.
Hughie's fragile hand was instantly numb, and his blood vessels ruptured.
Unfortunately, the Private Angel didn't even tilt their heads.
She tossed her blonde hair and slowly turned her head.
Those bewildered phoenix eyes stared at Hughie, showing no anger whatsoever; instead, she licked her alluring red lips with a hint of attraction.
"Ouch... where did this little chick come from? It's making my neck feel all numb and tingly..."
"A few more hits, it feels so good~"
As he spoke, the Private Angel even winked at Hughie.
"Go to hell!!"
Hughie, a respectable married man, was somewhat suffocated by this flamboyant atmosphere.
He gritted his teeth and launched a powerful kick at the Private Angel's face!
"Bang!"
The kick landed squarely on the Private Angel's nose, but it seemed to have no effect.
Instead, the Private Angel raised his long, slender hand and gripped Hughie's ankle tightly.
Pink nail polish glided across Hughie's calves, trailing down his trouser leg.
"You actually like these challenging positions? I can satisfy you..."
"Get... out of my way!!"
Taking advantage of the sliver of space that Hughie had bought, Starlight suddenly burst forth with a powerful burst of energy from the brink of suffocation.
"Sizzle--!!"
Countless golden arcs of electricity flashed wildly around her, then transformed into a streak of light that hurtled past the Private Angel.
"Boom!!"
The shockwave exploded in mid-air.
The Private Angel were unable to dodge in time and were sent flying backward by the blow.
The military uniform she was wearing was torn apart instantly by tens of thousands of volts of electricity, resulting in large, irregular holes, curled edges, and charred surfaces.
Before the smoke had even cleared, large swaths of snow-white were exposed to the darkness without reservation.
Beneath her body, the intense heat of the electric light left only a rapidly dissipating burn mark on her scalding skin.
Not only was there no skin breakage or bleeding, but there wasn't even a trace of charred burn.
Instead, the high-voltage current caused him to sweat profusely, producing a fine, glistening layer of beads.
It meanders down along those deep, alluring lines of the nail, radiating an enticing sheen.
"Ah... it's been so long since I've felt this good... push harder!"
"You shameless bitch!"
Annie's eyes darkened, lightning flashed, and she wrapped her feet in electricity before unleashing a lightning-fast whip kick at the Private Angel.
"It seems you really like your older sister..."
This time, the Private Angel's eyes changed drastically; his previously charming smile vanished, replaced by a new kind of lewdness.
Her hand moved faster than Starlight's, grabbing her leg bone in one swift motion.
He moved closer, then with a twist of his wrist, roughly grabbed Starlight's exquisite blonde hair.
"Gotcha!!"
A murderous glint flashed in the Private Angel's eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed Starlight's hair.
He then slammed her entire face down onto the floor!
"Bang!!"
The floor tiles cracked instantly, Starlight screamed in agony as the excruciating pain at the back of his head halved most of the electric light flashing in his eyes.
"Oh, why are you so wilted, little sister?"
The Private Angel straddled Annie's waist, her breasts swaying wildly with her movements.
Then, with a fierce look on her face, she lifted her hair up again and ripped it violently.
"Bang!!"
"Bang!!"
"Bang!!"
A dull, resounding impact, accompanied by the crisp crackling of bones breaking, echoed repeatedly in the confined space.
Not long after, a large amount of blood seeped from the back of Starlight's head, and her long golden hair was dyed dark red.
She convulsed in agony, but the Private Angel remained firmly on top of her, unable to move.
"What a pity..."
She looked down at Annie, who was convulsing on the ground, and placed a hand on the flat, concave part of her body.
"Little Golden Flower... your body is worth ten billion US dollars. Let me think, I could buy so many lipsticks and handbags."
"Oh, even if we ordered a million male models, there would still be enough to go around..."
At this point, the Private Angel shuddered and let out a groan of pleasure.
"But what a pity... there aren't many cowards in this world who can resist my beautiful legs and suction power."
"After I finished treating her, she was holding her back and it was over in just a few minutes. It was really boring..."
At that moment, the Private Angel slowly turned around and looked at Hughie.
Immediately afterwards, a very faint sizzling sound rose from the cold floor, and wisps of hot white steam rose, carrying an unpleasant stench.
Beside Annie's blood-stained blonde hair, a warm, damp patch seeped from the once-dry cracks in the gravel.
A mixture of dust and blood slowly spread over Annie's bloodied and mangled face.
Behind them, Hughie, dragging the bent iron bar, stood obliquely in front of the half-conscious Starlight, his face exceptionally pale.
"Oh ho... little chick, you're quite protective of her... Why don't you come with me, we can use her 10 billion enough~"
"We could live a life of unbridled pleasure."
The Private Angel wiped the sweat from his body, swaying his voluptuous figure, and slowly rose from the semi-conscious Starlight.
She had just taken half a step when she suddenly stopped as if she had remembered something.
Then he gasped sharply, exaggeratedly covered his mouth, and made a very innocent expression:
"Oh... I'm sorry~"
She tilted her head and chuckled.
"I was so thrilled by the electric shock just now... I couldn't hold it in and peed on your girlfriend."
After saying that, she shrugged and stuck out her tongue.
"But it's fine too~ I think she looks pretty skinny, so I'll just consider it a free moisturizing oil gift from me..."
Immediately afterwards, the Private Angel stepped on the scattered debris, shamelessly flaunting their radiant bodies.
"Tap, tap, tap."
They approached Hughie, who was deathly pale, step by step.
"To be honest, it's been decades since I've been with a man..."
The Private Angel tilted his head, bit his lip, and took another big step forward.
Two voluptuous, shapely legs completely blocked Hughie's escape route.
She then raised her hand, her long, slender fingers gently tracing the outline of Hughie's pale lips.
He pulled back the collar of Hughie's dirty subway uniform and breathed a hot breath into Hughie's ear:
"You got off easy!"
Hughie's breathing quickened, and he glanced at Starlight, who was covered in blood and barely breathing, in the deep pit behind him.
Then, he made a decision.
"No... please stop hitting Annie... you can do whatever you want to me..."
"Hahaha! That's more like it!"
Upon seeing this, the Private Angel looked up and burst into laughter.
Those phoenix eyes were filled with the satisfaction and mockery of successfully teasing someone.
But just as the Private Angel were about to touch Hughie's body...
A sharp, azure light suddenly flashed in Hughie's eyes!
" Annie! Hold me tight!"
The look of humiliation and compromise on Hughie's face vanished instantly.
Instead, a desperate, furious roar erupted.
He didn't try to please them at all; instead, he instinctively and awkwardly dodged to the side.
Then he scrambled and fell onto the semi-conscious Starlight, grabbing her blood-stained waist in his arms.
The Private Angel missed his target, his eye twitched, and he abruptly turned his head:
"What?!"
"Whoosh--"
With a loud bang.
"Clap."
Only an empty pile of tattered uniforms, covered in cement dust and blood, lay on the ground.
The shots overlapped smoothly at this moment.
"Splash--!!"
The Deep slowly awakens from its cracked stainless steel tank.
The icy water flowed slowly down his naked body, and he rubbed his swollen temples, somewhat dazed.
"Damn it... where's my huge water tank? That bastard Frenchie, what kind of shoddy industrial product did he make..."
The Deep raised his head, cursing, and put his hand on his waist, preparing to get up.
But as his vision gradually cleared and he could see everything around him, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
In the black smoke and firelight.
A Superman, engulfed in flames, stood five meters away, his eyes bloodshot and emanating a pungent sulfurous odor.
Behind him stood a large group of strangely shaped "people" with glowing eyes.
The Deep's no need to even guess; the iron bottom is undoubtedly Superman.
"Brothers! Look! It's that naked, stinking fish on the wanted list!"
The fire-type Superman grinned, revealing a dark purple mouth, and exhaled a large puff of foul smoke stinging with sparks:
"Ten billion dollars! Take his head, and tonight we can all go to Miami and split the profits!"
"This dead fish isn't even wearing clothes!"
"Hahaha, everyone else ran away, leaving only this good-for-nothing holed up here!"
In the past, the Deep, who lacked self-confidence, might have nervously retorted or even engaged in a verbal battle.
But now, having survived a life-or-death crisis, the Deep has clearly matured a lot and given up the urge to trash talk.
Instead, his eyes hardened, and he began to sense the water sources around him.
However, the Deep had just finished a life-or-death battle with the Torpedo, and his mental strength was in a state of extreme weakness.
The only thing that can be forcibly controlled at present is the less than two tons of water that spilled onto the ground after the box broke.
"Just these few heads of rotten garlic, screw you..."
With his meager mental energy, the Deep slammed his fist into the dwindling puddle on the ground!
The water begins to reorganize and compress under centripetal force.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of water needles, as thin as cicada wings and irregularly crescent-shaped, were condensed in the Deep and suspended in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the Deep veins bulged, and violent ripples began to surge on the surface of the water needle.
Soon, the interior of each water needle was subjected to intense compression by the Deep.
Increase the pressure!
"Whoosh--!!"
Controlled by the Deep, the water needles rapidly tore through the air, drawing deadly blue Arclight forward.
The three scruffy Superman standing at the very front didn't even have time to defend themselves.
The immense pressure from the water needle instantly drove it deep into his body, piercing right through.
Flesh was torn apart, accompanied by a shrill scream, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted more than half a meter high.
One of the Superman, wearing a vest, had his heart pierced directly by a water needle, and he slammed to the ground like a lump of mud, falling silent on the spot.
There are many Superman here, the Deep is pushing itself to its limits, risking mental exhaustion.
He then soaked some of the water in the soles of his feet.
Then, using the recoil force of the water jet, it leaps forward violently.
The remaining water droplets were transformed into fist-sized water projectiles and blasted towards the enemy group.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
As the sounds of bones breaking echoed, several Superman were sent flying backward by the immense impact, their sternums caved in.
Using the current, the Deep leaped high into the air and swung his arms around in mid-air.
They tried to condense the remaining moisture at the end of the corridor into a surging giant wave.
The Superman that followed were flushed away like toilet bowls.
But just as he pushed his hands out, the water rapidly solidified into a large volume—
"Crack... crack!!"
The tip of the water was visibly covered with dense, blue-white frost flowers.
The liquid, which was originally surging, was drained of heat in a very short time and directly solidified into a huge inverted Icicle!
"Damn it... this weight?!"
The change in the water flow pattern jolted the Deep's nerves; the immense physical inertia was too much for his weak mental strength to bear.
Therefore, the Deep could only endure the stinging pain in his temples and forcibly sever the connection.
The next second, the Icicle shattered on the ground with a "bang," turning into countless flying ice shards.
at the same time.
Amidst the pervasive white mist of icy chill, a Superman with hands covered in thick frost and greyish-white eyes slowly emerged from the center of the ruins.
He then sneered, slightly raised his toes, and stomped his heavy boot heavily on the ground.
"Crunch..."
The extreme cold frost spread like a giant net along the murky puddles, eventually freezing them completely.
"Fuck!"
The little bit of water that the Deep managed to gather was completely frozen into a rock-hard block of ice in just two seconds.
What's even more frustrating is that if the Deep hadn't dodged quickly, his foot would have almost been sent into the ice.
From then on, all usable water currents in the Deep were forcibly cut off.
The Deep stared at the solid ice covering the ground, his lips twitching violently, instantly putting him at a complete disadvantage.
"Oh, oh, oh... no water left, you damn stinky fish! I'll send you to Hell!"
The fire-type Superman approached with the Batman Who Laughs, and within two seconds, a fireball with a temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius condensed between his hands.
"Hold..."
"Go to hell!"
The fire-type Superman's eyes hardened, and he raised his hand to unleash a powerful, ground-hugging wave of fire.
At that moment, the shockwave exploded!
The shockwave generated by the rapid expansion due to high temperature slammed into the chest of the Deep like a several-ton iron plate.
The next second, the Deep's bare skin was instantly filled with charred black.
Thump!
The immense kinetic energy propelled him sideways, his back slamming into and shattering a half-meter-thick concrete wall.
Bricks and stones shattered, and a large amount of dust and concrete debris rained down, burying half of his body in the rubble.
Although the Deep wasn't in the best of spirits, her body had almost fully recovered after two days of soaking in the bath.
This injury is nothing to him.
"Cough cough... Damn it...!"
The Deep coughed violently as he struggled to his feet, trying to pull his legs out of the collapsed concrete.
Even the slightest movement sends a sharp, stabbing pain through my lower back, pulled by my tailbone.
"Damn it, my back..."
He took a deep breath, but as soon as the air entered his nasal cavity, he realized something was wrong.
No, why the hell is it so hot?
The Deep's hands, which were pressed against his waist, froze, and he subconsciously and slowly raised his head.
About ten meters above his head, the fire- Superman was hovering in mid-air with his hands clasped in a ball-like shape.
Between the palms, a ball of scorching fluid nearly three meters in diameter was churning violently.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a viscous rock ball that had been melted by high temperatures and was in a semi-liquid state.
The glaring golden-orange liquid bubbled continuously on the surface of the sphere, making a "plop" sound.
Some of the lava dripped from the rock sphere and fell into the cracks in the cement on the ground.
A burst of pungent white smoke instantly appeared, burning black craters into the hardened ground and emitting a suffocating sulfurous smell.
The Deep slowly loosened his grip on her lower back, his eyes widening further.
His lips twitched, he hesitated for a few seconds, then finally managed to squeeze out a single word:
"Fuck..."