Chapter 18

A flicker of icy killing intent appeared in Su Chen's eyes as he looked at the general who kept calling him by his experimental base designation.

"Watch out!!"

The driver of the armored vehicle, which had just emerged from the forest road, cursed. Outside the window, a figure came hurtling straight at them like a cannonball.

Bang!!

The terrifying impact caved in the vehicle's right side. The entire vehicle rolled several times through the air before landing completely overturned on the ground.

All of this was simply because Su Chen had rammed it with his body.

His tall, slender physique had long since become tougher than a plate forged from fine steel. The countless trillions of cells throughout his body were brimming with surging vitality, and he could feel a torrent of power welling up just by lightly clenching his right hand.

Never mind an armored vehicle. Su Chen was confident he could completely overturn even a train.

Bang!!

Gunfire suddenly erupted as the figure in the driver's seat repeatedly pulled the trigger.

But when the pitiful pistol bullets struck Su Chen's skin, the slugs shattered on impact and ricocheted away.

"Bastard, what the hell is going on with this guy's body?"

It was beyond anything the soldiers could imagine.

From the moment they began planning the operation, they had all found that Subject 5162, whom they were supposed to capture, was nothing like what they had imagined.

The information recorded by the black box was very limited. After all, Su Chen had destroyed a good deal of the surveillance equipment in the laboratory corridors.

According to General Stryker, who had initially taken charge, he was merely someone with a healing ability. His cellular activity was at least several hundred times stronger than Wolverine's, giving him astonishing vitality. He was supposedly the key to humanity attaining immortality.

They had not been too surprised that he could survive a nuclear blast.

After all, Wolverine had accomplished the same feat during World War II.

But the military had never thought much of Wolverine. In the past, they had even managed to turn him into a killing machine and successfully launch the Weapon X Program.

So although everyone knew that Subject 5162 had undergone some changes, they still looked down on him deep down.

What kind of trouble could a thirteen-year-old brat possibly cause?

But now...

Abomination had fallen.

Even General Ross would likely find it hard to escape death.

Whoosh!!

With a single thought from Su Chen, a tremendous force of telekinesis snapped the neck of the figure in the driver's seat.

Then...

An invisible pulling force dragged the general's figure out of the rear compartment by sheer force.

"Aaah!!"

He cried out in pain. His feet had been caught, and the force that dragged him out had completely shattered the bones in both feet.

"So you're not General Stryker."

Su Chen's voice was somewhat cold.

He had searched on his phone and naturally knew what the notorious General Stryker looked like.

The man before him clearly did not match.

"Damn you, you little beast! Subject 5162, don't think you can escape our sight..."

General Ross cursed him.

Even at another's mercy, the cold, hard-bitten general continued to curse the enemy before him, showing no intention of begging for mercy.

Not a trace of emotion showed on Su Chen's youthful face. He simply fixed his eyes on the other man's face and said, word by word, "Remember, my name is Su Chen. Try being a good dog in your next life."

Crack!!

Without another word, he twisted General Ross's neck from a distance, breaking it.

That did not seem to be enough to satisfy his hatred.

A blast of air formed from Telekinesis struck the corpse, leaving not a single piece intact.

The massive experimental base on the snowy plains, and even the designation Subject 5162 that had been assigned to him, had almost become a dream of the past. It seemed all the nightmares had finally ended.

But the enemy's sudden attack had told him that none of it was over.

At that moment.

More and more thoughts of revenge welled up in Su Chen's heart, and his earlier wavering vanished without a trace.

"If I don't bring everything to a complete end, the peaceful life I want will never come."

The killing intent on his face grew stronger.

"Su Chen..."

A gentle voice came from behind him. It was Hit-Girl Mindy, who had witnessed everything, walking over.

She roughly understood what had happened to this boy, and the tenderness welling up in her heart made her want to hold him.

"Let's go."

Mindy invited him again, taking his hand in her right hand.

They could not stay in Central Park any longer.

Although it was hard for anyone outside to notice the commotion here in the dead of night, the enemies pursuing them would arrive sooner or later.

With her extensive experience as a killer, she could take the boy to her safe house without any risk.

This time.

Su Chen did not pull away.

Because he understood that this girl was the first good person he had met in Manhattan District.

But what neither of them knew was how much enormous trouble lay ahead of them.

The course of fate would reach another turning point here.

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Chapter 18

In fact.

When some intelligence agencies in the Department of Defense began investigating Su Chen, Big Daddy Damon was not the only person who accidentally crossed their path.

Besides him...

The mysterious organization Rising Tide, a group of elite hackers from around the world that had always been devoted to uncovering the secrets behind the Department of Defense, was also watching in secret to see what surprises these intelligence agents might bring them.

These hackers were not to be underestimated. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. had secretly recruited quite a few of these elites.

Daisy Johnson, the future Quake, was the best example.

"Here it comes, here it comes! This could be big news!"

A short while earlier, a hacker who had stayed behind immediately noticed that the intelligence agency's backend was continually accessing surveillance cameras to track a boy through Manhattan District.

These bold, meticulous members were skilled enough to be fearless. Protected by encryption algorithms and unafraid of exposing their identities, they directly forced their way into the government backend.

"Wow! Jesus Christ..."

"He's a superpowered person who escaped from a massive experimental base."

"General Ross is taking over the capture operation now."

"Destination: Central Park, Manhattan District..."

"Get going, guys."

In an instant.

A member of a filming team got into a vehicle and headed for Central Park.

They would secretly capture footage, then sell the material and information to major media outlets for a high price.

Besides that, Rising Tide would also neatly package a copy of the confidential documents and information they had cracked themselves and send it to the Department of Defense.

Why send it to them?

Certainly not out of the goodness of their hearts!

This was Rising Tide directly extorting the military.

They wouldn't pay?

Then Rising Tide would sell it to the media as well, escalating and sensationalizing the entire incident.

Soon, good news came from the field. Rising Tide's members had successfully captured some footage and even picked up the cameras mounted on the heads of several dead soldiers.

Before long, a roughly edited recording was sent to a Manhattan television station.

The station's staff were stunned.

Whether it was an accidental car crash, a shootout, or a fire, anyone who captured exclusive footage as it happened could sell it to a television station. After all, the stations needed such eye-catching exclusives for their reports.

That demand had naturally created work for quite a few photojournalists.

But the footage Rising Tide had provided was simply too shocking and thrilling!!

"My God, transfer the money to Rising Tide immediately. We'll take the footage, and we must have an exclusive report."

At that moment, an incredibly eye-catching headline had already formed in the female station director's mind.

"Shocking! Our nation's military couldn't withstand a boy's attack. What on earth has happened to this country's military?"

Su Chen naturally had no idea that events were unfolding further and further beyond his imagination.

At this moment, Hit-Girl Mindy was leading him toward a house in a secluded suburban area.

Mindy McCready!

Su Chen had also learned her name.

In the blink of an eye.

They arrived at a detached house with a small yard.

"This is my safe house."

Mindy explained.

The little girl opened her tightly locked front door and invited Su Chen inside.

Along the way, Mindy, who had extensive surveillance experience, had already made sure that neither of them appeared on any security camera.

"Welcome, welcome..."

Like someone showing off her toys to a friend, Mindy introduced everything in the safe house to Su Chen as if she knew every item by heart.

"A Barrett sniper rifle..."

"M16-series automatic rifles..."

"Carbines..."

"You can't get these on the open market."

Looking at the various models of firearms hanging on wall after wall, Su Chen could not help feeling somewhat amazed.

What on earth had this girl's childhood been like?