Hypochondriac
Directly above the White House, 100 meters in the air.
The air currents at high altitudes turbulently, causing the blood-stained stray hairs on Starlight's forehead to dance wildly.
She hovered in mid-air, clutching her chest.
Twenty meters directly in front of her, the Bombsight, with his fists clenched, hovered at the same height as her.
The man, wearing a military jacket and sporting a short haircut, had an exceptionally upright demeanor.
Beneath the outward appearance of a proper soldier, Starlight simply couldn't reconcile his righteous and awe-inspiring nature with that stinking pile of dog shit, Vought.
That's fucking degrading.
Not far away, the Bombsight's hands hung naturally at his sides, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Damn it..."
Starlight gritted his teeth and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
The next second, the golden electricity rapidly compressed and collapsed in his palm, then transformed in the blink of an eye into a dazzling cone of light spinning at high speed.
"Go--"
The light cone tore through the air resistance, drawing a straight golden line that pierced the Bombsight and heart.
The single Bombsight didn't even lift an eyelid.
He simply raised his right hand expressionlessly, directly meeting the sharpness of the light cone, and fiercely grabbed down!
"Sizzle--!!"
Blinding lightning surged wildly, scorching his palms.
But the arm in the Bombsight remained as steady as a rock, its five fingers suddenly tightening.
"Smack!!"
The high-energy light cone was actually blocked by his accumulated physical strength.
Then, with a forceful grab, it burst open like a tomato.
Upon seeing this, Starlight's pupils shrank sharply.
Before she could react...
Her vision sharpened Bombsight hurtled towards her with a heavy whooshing sound, hurtling down on her like a cannonball.
Immediately, his right arm muscles bulged, and his simple yet powerful punch landed directly on Starlight's face.
not good!
Starlight, who had just learned to fly, was not yet familiar with switching positions, and in mid-air, there were no footholds around.
With the Bombsight, Starlight had no time to dodge and could only face it head-on.
Thinking of this, Starlight's eyes suddenly flashed with a blinding white light, and he slammed his hands together in front of his chest.
A burst of light was released directly at point-blank range, aimed at the face of the Bombsight.
"Buzz--!"
A blinding flash of light briefly impaired the Bombsight, causing the thrown straight punch to deviate slightly from its trajectory.
A fist grazed Starlight's cheek.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Starlight immediately used the electric energy to push backward, awkwardly sliding back to create a small distance.
Immediately afterwards, she pushed her palms out horizontally.
The next second, two beams of electricity, each as thick as a wrist, shot out from her palms and slammed into the chest of the person in the Bombsight of vision.
"Boom!"
A blinding white light flashed.
The high-pressure impact force abruptly halted the Bombsight momentum, sending him flying backward.
Immediately afterwards, Starlight gritted her teeth and slammed her hands together in the middle.
The next second, two white beams of light, each as thick as a wrist, instantly converged and compressed in the palm of the hand.
It twisted into a high-density impact as thick as an arm.
"Sizzle--"
A piercing whistle of electricity flashed by, and she aimed at the side of the neck and collarbone in the Bombsight, unleashing all the energy she had accumulated into them!
"Boom--!!"
A burst of white light!
The violent energy slammed into the Bombsight, unleashing a continuous barrage of explosions.
But this was completely useless.
It's important to know that the physical strength of the person in the Bombsight is comparable to that of Soldier Boy; their bone and muscle density is frighteningly hard.
This level of high-temperature bombardment, besides scorching a layer of skin on his body, also...
It was impossible to penetrate his muscle layer, let alone damage his internal organs and bones.
Amidst the blinding light and scorching heat, Bombsight gasped for breath.
The subcutaneous muscles all over his body tightened and bulged, and the airflow behind him suddenly exploded.
Thump!
Immediately afterwards, it burst into the air, braving the violently pouring beam of light, and forcefully pressed forward against the beam of light!
"How is that possible...?"
Starlight's heart sank suddenly, and her scalp tingled.
As the Bombsight, she made a decisive move and withdrew the beam.
Then, he quickly raised a thick energy shield in front of him with both hands, while crossing his arms to protect his vitals.
The distance between the two people rapidly decreased.
At this moment, the uniform on the chest of the person in the Bombsight was still charred black.
Taking advantage of his ferocious forward momentum, he swung his left arm in a wide arc, sweeping it fiercely with a violent whooshing sound!
"Thump--!!"
A dull thud.
The energy shield formed by Starlight didn't even last half a second.
It was then shattered on the spot by that arm, just like fragile glass, turning into countless shards of light.
The arm continued its momentum, then struck the Starlight's crossed arms with terrifying force!
"Snap!"
A crisp sound was heard.
Starlight's right arm was broken on the spot, and the entire hand bone was dislocated.
The terrifying impact sent her flying, tracing her backward more than thirty meters through the air.
She tumbled and rolled until she barely managed to regain her balance.
"Call..."
Starlight gasped weakly, her right arm hanging limply at her side, a sharp pain shooting through her.
She struggled to raise her left hand, but coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her vision began to blur.
"Tsk tsk tsk... How long are you going to dawdle over beating such an underdeveloped little bitch?"
Just then, a malicious and flippant female voice suddenly drifted over from the side high in the sky.
Starlight's heart sank, and she turned her head with difficulty.
Storm wore a mocking expression, her body crackling with purple lightning.
With its arms crossed over its chest, it hovered casually on the side.
She squinted, slowly circling the teetering Starlight, her gaze roaming brazenly over Starlight lower half.
She then sniffed, pinched her nose, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Oh, poor little sweetheart, I can smell your stench from twenty meters away!"
Starlight covered his right arm.
Shut your dog mouth!
"Oh... what? Did I hit a nerve and you're getting angry?"
Storm laughed wildly, lowering her body and circling close to the Starlight:
"Look at you now, you shameless bitch, your legs are shaking uncontrollably."
If those scoundrels who voted for you knew their little angel was actually just a useless bitch who couldn't even hold her pee...
Do you think they'll still masturbate in front of your poster? Hahahaha!
"I told you to shut up!!"
In a fit of extreme rage, Starlight clenched her bloodied teeth.
Dense arcs of electricity exploded from her body in an instant, and she pushed her flight speed to the limit, heading straight for Storm.
"Court death."
A ferocious glint flashed in Storm's eyes, and she thrust her palms forward with a fierce shove!
The next second, two thick, deep purple bolts of lightning shot out and slammed solidly into Starlight's chest.
"You little bitch..."
A deep purple lightning bolt shattered the golden light surrounding the Starlight.
The violent purple arcs of electricity grew and spread wildly, like a malignant tumor, rapidly eroding and devouring like a deadly poison.
In the blink of an eye, it assimilated all the remaining golden light into a murky deep purple.
"Ughh...
A painful scream rang out from Starlight.
High-voltage current recklessly penetrated her body, paralyzing her entire nervous system in a short period of time.
Large areas of skin on his chest charred instantly, and he was locked in mid-air as if by an invisible iron clamp.
Under the overload of current, the limbs convulsed violently and stiffened uncontrollably.
The jeans, too, were completely soaked by the warmth under extreme stress.
At that moment, the airflow behind Starlight suddenly dropped.
The Bombsight had somehow shifted to directly behind her, blocking all her escape routes.
front.
The violent purple lightning surging in his palm was compressed wildly in his hand, and in the blink of an eye it gathered into a lightning ball nearly a meter wide.
Storm grinned cruelly as she looked down at Starlight, who was on the verge of collapse.
"My sweet little darling, we're seeing you off on your final journey..."
Just as the lightning ball was about to strike—
"You pig bitch who Dick, try this!!"
boom--!!
A sharp, piercing whistling sound rang out.
A Rocket, trailing billowing white smoke and flames, shot straight up and struck Storm directly in the body!
A blinding orange-red fireball suddenly exploded in mid-air.
The violent shockwave instantly shattered the lightning ball in Storm's palm, blasting her dozens of meters away.
The terrifying shockwave from the explosion even blew away the Bombsight behind them.
At this moment, Starlight, despite her physical weakness, suddenly opened her eyes and looked down in disbelief, following the trajectory of the bullet.
On the ground.
Wearing his signature black trench coat and sporting a roguish grin year-round, Butcher was carrying Rocket and standing on the ruins.
He casually tossed the Rocket, still hissing and emitting white smoke, aside.
Then he spat out the chewed cigarette butt from his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Deddy is coming~"
At this moment, Storm had survived the explosion, managed to regain her footing in mid-air.
She touched her half-burnt hair and charred battle uniform, her face contorted in a grotesque grimace.
"Where did you come from, you maggot?"
"Hey-hey..."
Butcher chuckled and shouted in a booming voice:
" Nazis bitch... I am your father— William Butcher!"
A hint of smugness lingered on his stubble-covered face.
"Feels good, doesn't it? It's been about seven or eight years since I've properly touched this big pipe..."
"I'm telling you... stop putting on that slick, pretentious act..."
Behind me, I heard the sound of messy, unsteady footsteps.
Cate, pressing her throbbing temples, staggered to his side.
A trace of blood still clung to her nose, her pretty face was completely pale, and her eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.
A dozen meters behind her, on the ground, lay the corpses of more than a dozen Superman lying haphazardly.
In those brief few seconds, Cate forcibly invaded the minds of this group of originally murderous thugs.
They either snapped their own necks with their bare hands, looking dazed, or stabbed their own throats with sharp blades.
However, Butcher was addicted to showing off, completely ignored Cate.
He grinned and casually tilted his head to the side.
He casually grabbed the iron crowbar from his waist, preparing to strike his shoulder and the back of his neck.
However, he hadn't even had a chance to fully put on airs.
"Whoosh--!!"
From the depths of the ruins, a streak of silver-white light suddenly shot out at incredible speed.
The speed was too fast; Butcher's pupils hadn't even had time to focus.
"Bang----!!"
A vicious, sonic-rocking whip kick landed squarely on Butcher's chest.
"Snap!"
A series of crisp cracking sounds came from his chest.
Butcher was sent flying backward like a cannonball.
A terrifying force pushed against his back, smashing through several stone pillars before finally sinking into the ruins dozens of meters away, where he remained motionless.
"Clatter."
The spot where Butcher used to stand.
Only the sound of high heels hitting the ground remained.
A voluptuous yet slender and alluring figure slowly retracted her long, jade-like leg, clad in a silver over-the-knee boot, which had been frozen in mid-air.
Large swathes of glossy white skin were brazenly exposed in the sunlight.
The tight leather pants accentuated her amazing hip and leg curves.
She stopped and, with an extremely alluring gesture, reached out and stroked the outside of her long, slender thigh.
The fingertips traced the absolute territory upwards, finally resting on her full, bright red lips.
Then, with an extremely flippant gesture, he stuck out the tip of his scarlet tongue and licked the blood that had accidentally splattered on the corner of his lips.
Then, the Private Angel blinked his captivating eyes and gave Cate, who was still in a daze, a affected smile:
"Oh dear~ I'm so sorry, little sister... I accidentally kicked this stray dog that only spews filth all over the place~"
Cate clutched her aching forehead, her eyes bloodshot.
"You... you bitch..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't get so angry~"
The Private Angel, swaying his serpentine waist, casually took two steps forward, his eyes filled with a morbid mockery and provocation:
"Look at you, your face is so pale... If you give up resisting, I might consider giving you some nourishing food~"
She covered her mouth and giggled, then extended her index finger, which was painted with silver nail polish.
She gently made a shushing gesture in front of her rosy lips:
"Sh--"
But before she could finish speaking, her movements suddenly froze.
She saw a dark shadow rise up from the ground.
In the distance, Storm and Bombsight, who had just regained their footing, seemed to sense something and subconsciously looked up at the higher sky.
Those were clearly the figures of Homelander.
But... unlike him.
In mid-air.
Godolkin, with his eyes half-closed in contentment, stretched out his arms and slowly floated upwards.
Soon, he hovered in mid-air, looking down at the ruins of the battlefield that had been leveled to the ground.
A cruel, mocking smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, Godolkin turned his head slightly.
Those eyes, clouded with a grayish-white film, pierced through layers of mist and locked onto a cold, black figure half a kilometer away.
That figure, too, remained motionless, suspended in mid-air.
At this moment, two faces, seemingly carved from the same mold, face each other across the blazing sun.
Soon, Godolkin's smile widened, and he spread his arms wide to the sides.
"There's another fake..."
Half a kilometer away.
John, facing the fierce winds high in the sky, expressionlessly lowered his hands to his sides.
Two blinding red beams of light shot out from his eyes.