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Chapter 137 Wanda's Scene-Oriented Attributes
The Quicksilver sacrificial ceremony was in full swing at the base.

If Du Mu hadn't set a rule beforehand that each person could only have one shooting opportunity per day, and that only one bullet could be fired each time, this research base would probably have turned into a large battlefield.

Even Wanda couldn't resist joining the activity, claiming it was all to help her brother train, but then she received a small pistol and attacked Pietro.

However, her shooting skills were really terrible. The bullet that was clearly aimed at the calf somehow flew towards Pietro's head. If Pietro hadn't reacted quickly, he would have almost been killed by his own sister.

Wanda apologized repeatedly, and what could Pietro do but forgive her, of course?

To be honest, if he could participate in the event, he would have shot himself a few times. After all, Du Mu's rewards were too generous. Even the ordinary rewards were tens of thousands of US dollars. He had never seen so much money in his life.

Given Wanda's astonishing marksmanship, Dumu ordered her to be forbidden from using firearms and instead use magic to attack Pietro.

He felt that Wanda's bullets were far more dangerous than chaos magic.

On this decision, Pietro reached a consensus with Du Mu and raised both hands in support.

However, after this period of special training, Pietro's growth is indeed visible to the naked eye.

Now, whenever he encounters danger, his body instinctively activates its abilities before his mind even registers it.

Brain: What happened?
Body: No, I mean, superpowers, activate!
Ordinary firearms can hardly pose a threat to Pietro now. Even when shot at close range of just a few meters, the bullets can't even touch the hem of his clothes. He's finally showing some of the speedster's prowess.

After easily dodging another Hydra member's sneak attack, Pietro darted in front of Du Mu, hands on his hips, looking smug.

"See? I'm not the same person I used to be. Bullets can't hurt me at all!"

"is it?"

A golden Desert Eagle appeared out of thin air in Du Mu's hand, and without hesitation, he fired a shot at Pietro.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet left the barrel!

Pietro instinctively activated his own attack. In his eyes, the bullet instantly slowed down. With a relaxed smile, he easily turned to the side, watching the bullet slowly glide past his thigh.

"I told you, bullets can't hurt me! My legs! My supersonic legs!"

Pietro clutched his bleeding thigh, writhing on the ground in agony, howling in pain.

"Did the bullet change direction?"

Wanda, standing to the side, opened her small mouth.

Although she couldn't see it clearly with her naked eye, the omnipotent chaos magic could sense it. Just as Pietro dodged to the side, the bullet automatically corrected its original trajectory, curving in the air and striking Pietro's thigh.

Wanda stared wide-eyed at Du Mu: "How did you do that?"

Du Mu explained in a serious tone: "It's very simple. At the moment the bullet leaves the barrel, the wrist shakes extremely fast. This shaking gives the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming a special arc trajectory. The faster the wrist shakes, the greater the arc of the bullet!"

Wanda: "."

I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me!

Is this really in the river?!
In fact, Du Mu had the Eye of Death, and his bullets had a built-in lock-on function.

No matter how Pietro dodged, the bullets would relentlessly pursue him as if equipped with a tracking system, and would never stop unless they were blocked or caught.

Just like an ADC's basic attack in a game, even if the enemy hero teleports back to the fountain, the bullets will still chase the enemy to the fountain until they hit the target.

For a speedster like Pietro, this is practically a natural counter.

Du Mu looked at Pietro, who was clutching his legs and groaning, and shook his head, saying, "It seems your skills are still not proficient enough. Next, we will begin the second phase of training. I will have someone lock you in a small space and continuously shoot at you."

"You must learn to block or catch all bullets until you can withstand the firepower of the Gatling gun."

Pietro: "???"

If you want me dead, just say so!

The head of the research base, Strucker, was pleased with the event.

In his view, Wanda and Pietro were both important assets of Hydra, and training them into a more powerful fighting force would undoubtedly greatly enhance Hydra's strength.

During this period, Strucker's experiments also made some progress.

Du Mu knew he couldn't wait any longer.

That day, he returned to the headquarters of the Liberator and gave Zemo an order.

"Three days later, launch a general offensive against the capital, seize the royal palace in one fell swoop, and completely overthrow this corrupt regime!"

"understand!"

Zemo nodded in acceptance and immediately began making arrangements, mobilizing members of the liberator organizations in various locations.

Today, the Liberator Organization enjoys immense prestige in Sokovia, becoming a household name.

Walking through the city's streets and alleys, you can see graffiti and flags supporting the Liberationists organization everywhere.

From street vendors to farmers in the fields, almost everyone longed to join this revolution that would change the fate of the country and contribute their share to the liberation of Sokovia.

Even many nobles sensed the shift in the political climate and eagerly pledged their allegiance, voluntarily donating all their wealth and declaring that they had long harbored resentment towards the royal palace and were willing to go through fire and water for the liberators, blah blah blah.
These shrewd nobles had clearly seen the situation: the Sokovian royal family's days were numbered, while the Liberators were rising like the sun, unstoppable. To avoid future retribution, they were eager to jump on the bandwagon.

Zemo is undoubtedly the best role model. This former aristocratic colleague now holds a high position and is highly valued within the Liberator organization.

Remembering how they used to secretly mock Zemo as a traitor to the aristocracy, these nobles now only feel regret, hating themselves for not seizing the opportunity as early as he did.

Du Mu generously accepted the property of these nobles, but left the people behind.

Zemo had already conceded early on, had no bad history, and was a smart guy.

Most of these nobles who followed suit had a long history of misdeeds, and their surrender was purely opportunistic; they were no match for Zemo at all.

In addition, Du Mu also received a secret letter from the Sokovian royal family, which revealed their willingness to negotiate, but he ignored it.

The atmosphere has been built up to this point; it would be a disservice to so many viewers not to fight.

Three days later, the members of the Liberator organization had assembled.

Du Mu ascended to a high platform, looked down at the neatly lined-up liberators, and cast an amplification spell on himself, his voice clearly carrying to every corner.

"This land has been shackled for too long, and our people have suffered too much, but now, all of that will end today!"

"We will personally create a new era for all Sokovia people, an era without oppression!"

"For Sokovia, to the Royal Palace—forward!"

The brief and powerful declaration was like a lit fuse, and a deafening roar erupted from below.

"For Sokovia!"

"For Sokovia!" Amidst the rousing shouts, the Liberators' ranks surged like a torrent toward Novigrad, the capital of Sokovia.

The Sokovian royal family had already received word of this and naturally wouldn't sit idly by. They had already arranged for the army to set up multiple defensive lines inside and outside the city of Novigrad, determined not to let the liberators set foot inside.

Among them were Sokovia's most elite special forces, the very same unit Zemo had served in.

According to Zemo, every member of this unit is an elite handpicked, well-equipped, and highly trained, making them the last trump card of the royal family.

However, even the most elite troops are ultimately composed of ordinary people.

On the other hand, the Liberators' vanguard consisted of Night Raid squads clad in alien technology gear and several battle-damaged Iron Soldiers, with various energy cannons and missiles flying everywhere, making it look like an interstellar war to the uninitiated.

This is already considered the most normal.

Wearing an electric mouse mask, Max hovered in mid-air, directly switching between zero and fire, with the help of the Thunder God, turning all the soldiers who intercepted them into his comrades.

Equally impressive was Wanda, the novice mage, who easily controlled a group of soldiers with chaos magic, turning them into guides for the Liberators, who advanced unimpeded towards the palace.

In the enemy ranks, a silver blur streaked through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, and soldiers fell to the ground wherever it passed. It was impossible to even see the people clearly, let alone aim at them.

Upon hearing about the recent events in Sokovia, Pietro, like Wanda, joined the Liberator without hesitation.

Putting everything else aside, this was an opportunity to have his name recorded in Sokovia's history, and he certainly couldn't miss it.

Of course, in addition to these core members, there were tens of thousands of liberators, all of whom were fully armed.

Moreover, as they marched toward the palace, more and more ordinary Sokovian citizens joined them, carrying all sorts of firearms and weapons, many of which they had taken from the wooden crates just a few days earlier.

This just proves the saying: those who follow the right path receive much help, while those who stray from it receive little.

Seeing such a luxurious and massive lineup on the other side, the soldiers of the royal side were demoralized.

How the hell are we supposed to fight like this?!

At dawn, the mighty army of liberators had advanced to the outskirts of the palace and was at the gates of the city.

On the last line of defense of the palace, the royal family gathered all the remaining troops, even bringing out their last tanks, clearly unwilling to surrender and wanting to make a final, desperate struggle.

Du Mu walked to the front of the formation, looked at the royal army standing ready, and said loudly, "Look behind you, those nobles and kings are cowering in their castles, plotting how to preserve their wealth and lives."

"Look at the people of Sokovia standing before you, your compatriots. Think carefully about who you are fighting for!"

The soldiers looked at each other, their hands holding guns trembling slightly, their faces filled with struggle.

Just then, a nobleman's furious roar came through their communicator.

"Damn it! Open fire! Kill these traitors immediately!"

"Wanda."

At Du Mu's command, Wanda immediately understood.

She raised her hands, and crimson chaotic energy flowed through them, instantly enveloping a main battle tank in the distance.

Crunch!

Accompanied by a chilling metallic scraping sound.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the tank was dismantled like a toy by an invisible giant hand. The gun barrel was twisted into an exaggerated braid, the heavy armor plates were peeled off layer by layer, and finally it was forcibly torn into a pile of parts, which were piled up in front of the soldiers.

"Gurgle!"
The sounds of swallowing rose and fell among the defenders' positions.

The next second, the soldiers threw down their weapons in unison, their movements so synchronized as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Although we have precision strikes, the enemy has a dimensional reduction attack!

The two are not even in the same league!

Not to mention them, even Du Mu was a little stunned.

He originally just wanted Wanda to casually demonstrate her strength to intimidate the enemy, but Wanda unexpectedly put on a show of tearing apart a tank with her bare hands.

Looking at the tank parts scattered all over the ground, Du Mu felt a pang of heartache. If he had taken down the palace, these would have been his spoils of war!
Wanda, that spendthrift woman!

Du Mu hadn't expected that Wanda, a girl who was usually so gentle and weak, would be so fierce when she got into a fight.

Could it be that Wanda, like Magneto, has some kind of stage-setting gene in her genes and likes to create big scenes?
“Wanda, come with me. The rest of you, stay where you are.”

Du Mu led Wanda toward the palace.

Wherever they went, the soldiers moved aside and stood on both sides, making way for an unobstructed passage.

A thousand troops and horses would flee from the white-robed warrior!
The palace gates were tightly shut, but that meant nothing to Wanda. With a slight lift of her hands, crimson energy flowed, and the heavy palace gates were easily torn open like paper, revealing the magnificent golden halls behind them.

Wanda is so useful!

Du Mu sincerely admired them, and the two of them did not stop in the slightest, stepping on the broken door panels and entering the depths of the palace.

The guards along the way all retreated, and not a single one dared to step forward to stop them.

This is normal; anyone with a brain would do the same. After all, who would dare to provoke someone who can tear a tank apart with their bare hands?

Moreover, Wanda was clearly just one of Du Mu's subordinates.

If even the henchmen are this strong, then Du Mu, the leader, must be soaring to new heights!
Can't afford to offend!

Soon, Du Mu and Wanda found the puppet king huddled on the throne in the main hall, along with several Sokovian nobles who actually held power.

These once high-ranking nobles were now huddled together, trembling, looking at them with fear on their faces.

"Gentlemen, we can discuss the terms," ​​a fat nobleman said in a trembling voice.

boom!
Gunshots echoed through the palace hall, and the fat nobleman fell to the ground.

Under the horrified gazes of the nobles, Du Mu chuckled and said, "You think you're the Supreme Mage, trying to negotiate with me?"

That's ridiculous. Only the weak negotiate terms; the strong would never negotiate terms with the weak.

In Du Mu's eyes, the NPCs in this world are mainly divided into three levels.

One type is the big boss level. With his current strength, he can only temporarily avoid the limelight. He should kneel down if he can and run away if he can. He can come back and get revenge when he levels up and his equipment and items are upgraded.

Secondly, there are ordinary NPCs, whose strength is about equal to yours. Even if you can't beat them, you can easily leave and they don't pose a real threat.

The most common type is the randomly generated NPCs that serve purely as background characters, like the passersby in Los Santos who are often robbed or have their cars stolen by a mute guy. Their only value is probably to test the power of newly acquired weapons.

In Du Mu's eyes, these nobles were like NPCs.

You, a mere background character, dare to negotiate with me, a player?
That's incredibly bold!
(End of this chapter)