American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 52: Reserve Members

This rubber killer only takes action at critical moments.

I'm afraid he wanted to deliberately leave a deep impression in front of Russell, the controller of Water who can decide the other party's fate better than Edgar.

In fact, from the fact that Storm's electric shock couldn't hurt Red Missile, and Red Missile punched Storm so hard that her face was covered in blood, Rubber Killer should have been able to tell that Storm could never hurt him.

But he didn't take action until the Storm Girl was about to fly away.

"Yes, it's my fault, sir." Edgar bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

He brought the person below him to his master without fully training him.

"One of them is involved in gangs and speaks foul language, and the other has a twisted mind and is a cold-blooded pervert.

I have warned them in advance that they are not allowed to speak in front of the master, not to annoy him, and to just treat themselves as weapons with no sense of existence, but..."

As he spoke, he looked at the two undisciplined guys with cold disgust.

"It doesn't matter. After today, they won't have any more evil thoughts." Russell waved his hand to stop Edgar's review, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Even - these two people don't even have their own thoughts.

"He still gave me a little surprise. This rubber killer is much more effective than the red missile."

The Rubber Killer pulled Storm back to the ground, and his entire body stretched out as if melting and pounced on her, wrapping Storm like a huge rubber bag.

It would be useless to let Storm Girl release lightning as much as she could.

The rubber killer wrapped around and contracted its body, strangling it like a giant python.

Kaka!

Her ribs clearly made a sound of being overwhelmed, and it seemed as if all the oxygen in her lungs was squeezed out. Storm Girl suffocated like a fish on land and soon had no strength to struggle.

He was brought to Russell's feet by a rubber killer that moved like a shoal of strange-looking slugs.

"Let him let...let me go, Infinite Man."

"Whose great-grandmother were you talking about?" Russell looked down at her. "Your slow brain seems to have not figured out the situation yet—I told you, my last name is not Walter."

"How did you get a seat on the board of directors of Walter? No...did you sideline the Walter family?"

Russell emphasized it again, combined with his indifferent attitude towards her, Storm finally reacted.

Given Edgar's personality, even if the Water family were really a bunch of parasites, he would not be so submissive.

"It's a little late for you to understand now."

"Do not……"

Russell's face was indifferent, and a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes.

Storm opened her eyes wide and tried to struggle to escape, but she screamed and the laser pierced her forehead, and her head drooped down weakly.

Her plan to raise an army of superhumans to cleanse the world had just taken half a step when she lost her life.

【Storm Girl Template Included】

"You two did a great job."

Russell then turned his gaze to the two temporary metahumans.

Red Missile and Rubber Killer were both shocked and lowered their heads in fear.

Although both of them have the strength to surpass this woman.

But it takes some effort to defeat a woman, and the Infinite Man executed her with just a flick of his eyes, like killing a chick.

One of them is a gangster thug, and the other is a perverted killer. They got out of prison alive and got ways to acquire super powers. They were a bit restless and active before, but now they have become obedient, at least they are obedient now.

Russell was a little curious whether it was possible to include the temporary ability templates that the two people possessed in this state.

But there is no rush to experiment now.

If two people are injured, it will delay time.

"How long will the effect of their medicine last?" He turned his head and asked Edgar beside him.

After more than ten minutes, the effect of the drug wore off. Russell used his telepathic power to clear the memories of the two people, leaving only the thought of complete loyalty to him, and they bowed their heads respectfully.

"Next, I have to go find those 'reserve players'." Russell's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he sighed.

Edgar screened more than a dozen prisons before finding two temporary superhumans with top abilities, but any one of the protagonists who had used the temporary compound No. 5 had top abilities.

Except for not being able to fly, the Butcher can be called a little homelander. In the end, he got a tumor and took a gamble and took the Permanent No. 5 compound. He didn't die and became the more powerful Tumor Tentacle Man.

With his super body and teleportation, Huey was able to fight Homelander in close combat.

Each of them has good abilities, as if they have cheats.

"It's just right for my own use."

I just don't know where those people from the Black Robe Patrol are now.

……

Dangdang Dangdang!
In the old base shrouded in wind and snow, there was constant sound of gunfire.

"It's over. It's really over this time."

Amidst the hail of bullets, hiding behind the steel table in the laboratory, Huey held his head in despair, regretting his actions to the core. He thought he should not have followed the butcher to Russia.

"Didn't you say it was just an underground lab, Billy?

This is clearly a military base.”

Butcher Butcher, Breastmilk and Frankie hid behind the cover with rifles and fired back from time to time. Breastmilk couldn't help cursing, but he still couldn't avoid being killed by the bastard Butcher.

"I should have anticipated the day you came looking for me again."

The firepower of these few people was completely no match for the special forces team blocking the door, so they could only put up a temporary resistance.

“This is different from the plan. I originally planned to sneak in, get the weapon information to kill the soldier boy, and then sneak out.

It's Frankie who told you not to mess with that damn mouse."

The butcher's face looked grim, and he could hardly raise his head due to the suppression of firepower.

"That's a hamster!" Frankie corrected him, then grumbled angrily, "Who would have thought there was a fucking super-powered hamster locked up in this lab!
In today's world, even animals are abnormal!"

If the hamster had not broken through the bulletproof glass and bumped around in the laboratory, triggering the alarm, the base guards would not have been attracted.

"What should we do now, Butcher? You have to think of a solution!" Breast milk anxiously called out to the butcher to come up with an idea quickly. It was he who led them into this desperate situation.

The butcher looked gloomy and there was nothing he could do.

If he had a choice at this moment, he would hope that he could be one of those invulnerable monster superhumans that he hated the most, but unfortunately he was not.

"Maybe... maybe we can choose to surrender. Going to jail for life is better than being beaten to death!" Huey held his head in his hands. His hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient. He had a rifle in his arms but didn't dare to shoot.

“Are you kidding me?
Breaking into a secret military base in another country with a gun is a crime of espionage. Even in countries without the death penalty, it would be difficult to survive, let alone here."

Breast milk scolds.

"Then...then what should we do."

Huey's teeth were chattering and he was crying bitterly.

"I don't want to die yet."

Because of Russell, the butcher learned from Mallory in advance that the soldier boy was "killed" by Russia in a mysterious way. He immediately organized his men and tracked him down here like a mad dog smelling blood.

Hughie has missed out on many things and is far less mature than he would have thought.

clap clap!

The guns in their hands soon ran out of bullets one after another. The butcher and his men pulled the trigger again, but the only response they got was the empty sound of the rifles, and their faces were gloomy.

They were completely desperate, and several people had given up hope. A dozen special forces soldiers at the door began to approach gradually in tactical formation.

suddenly.

Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew, and more than a dozen special forces members were knocked down without a sound. A young figure appeared in the laboratory in the blink of an eye, with his arms folded, looking at the extremely embarrassed people.

"I don't know whether to say you are brave or you are ignorant of your own life?

How dare a few people break into a heavily guarded military base."

(End of this chapter)