American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

Team leader Wilson's calm voice gave the squad immense confidence, especially after seeing the shields blocking their way.

Those superhumans have great abilities, but they are not insurmountable.

Moreover, the threat posed by the other party is far less than that of Homelander's powerful superheroes.

The armed men hiding behind shields deftly pulled out gas grenades from their waist pouches, unplugged them, and threw them into the house.

boom!

The next moment, two beams of heat shot out from the house in front.

It hit the gas bomb that had just left his hand with perfect accuracy, and with a loud bang, the gas bomb exploded.

Thick smoke billowed away.

"Oh shit, damn it..."

The people approaching from the front quickly put on their gas masks.

The next moment, a crimson heat beam pierced through the thick fog ahead.

The first two teammates holding the shields were extremely helpful, standing directly in front, while the two following behind immediately pulled their heads back.

Two beams of heat swept past the group, but landed on the black shield in front of them, emitting a chilling hissing sound.

Laser annihilation!

The black shield was almost completely intact.

The team members were stunned for a moment, then broke into ecstatic smiles, their joyful voices coming through their earpieces.

"Hahaha, that brat's laser is useless, the shield blocked it..."

Upon hearing the voices coming through their headsets, the teams all breathed a sigh of relief, and their moods relaxed.

The fact that their most threatening weapon has become harmless is something they should be happy about.

Sensing the relaxed atmosphere among his teammates, Wells' expression also softened. "Kids, don't let your guard down! Everyone, advance! Sixth Squad, get into position quickly! Save your RPG shells for that brat!"

Although the Vought Group had given him a strict order, he did not want to use heavy weapons unless absolutely necessary.

At this critical moment when the Vought Group is trying to intervene in the Department of Defense, they also need to maintain a certain degree of low profile, otherwise the follow-up work will be a rather troublesome matter.

He wanted a sniper with high-caliber damage, rather than an RPG rocket launcher.

Or perhaps, those damned Sevens.

However, those guys are currently focused on cracking down on piracy gangs that infringe on their film and television merchandise interests, and they won't listen to the orders of a mere security team leader like him.

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

……

Hearing the recovery message through his headphones, Wells nodded and continued to take control of the situation.

As the thick gas fog dissipated, a look of surprise flashed in Pei Yuan's eyes upon seeing the unharmed Walter squad.

The opponent actually blocked his attack.

Pei Yuan's gaze sharpened, somewhat surprised, but then he saw the two charred marks on the surface of the two shields, which were half the height of a person, and instantly understood.

It was clearly in the heart of the Sage's Forest that his powerful laser-eyed attack was discovered.

These squads came prepared; the special shields that could withstand his heat vision and high temperatures were the source of their confidence to come again.

"Haha...that brat's out of options! Let's kill him!"

Upon seeing the target personnel standing still, who were then probing with two more laser beams, the armed groups let out a knowing, maniacal laugh.

Nothing could be more satisfying than them turning the tables and becoming masters of their own destiny.

God knows how suffocated they were by that damned brat back in that mental hospital.

Da da da……

We are close to our goal.

At Wells's command, the area around the house became quiet.

Suddenly, as if by prior arrangement, at the same moment, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted from all directions, the smoke from the gun barrels almost condensing into clouds.

The sudden gunshot startled the residents near the house, who then habitually closed their doors and windows and made themselves a cup of coffee.

Then I sat back on the sofa and watched my favorite show while waiting for it to end outside.

Shootings happen every day in America, which is always a good thing. There's nothing special about these gunshots, except that they're a bit noisy.

Countless bullets flew in from all directions, rushing towards the first-floor lobby and shattering the well-lit floor-to-ceiling window.

While dodging the bullets, Pei Yuan's eyes continued to search various hidden locations outside.

He was skeptical, knowing that he could defend against bullet attacks to a certain extent, yet still relied on bullets as his primary means of attack.

Sure enough, Pei Yuan's search quickly revealed a pair of people subtly adjusting their positions on the roof of a building ahead.

One of them was carrying a huge rocket launcher on his shoulder, its dark opening being adjusted for direction.

Pei Yuan instantly understood; without a doubt, this was the opponent's true trump card.

To be honest, he's not even sure if he can withstand a single rocket attack.

However, judging from the current intensity, it is highly likely that it will not work. Even if he can withstand it, he will probably only be in a state of temporary survival.

But that state was something Pei Yuan couldn't accept at the moment.

Once he loses his ability to resist, he will once again become a pathetic lab rat in the Vought International laboratory.

Pei Yuan's eyes swept across the panel in the room, and the number on the thousands place disappeared instantly. Then, an even more intense red light emanated from around his eyes.

"So, can you still withstand this 3,000-degree heat vision?"

Pei Yuan, amidst the hail of bullets, walked to the window.

He looked at the black reinforced alloy shield-bearers on the roof, who were blocking the rocket launchers behind them.

Amidst the thick smoke and fog, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips, and two eerie red lights flickered in his eyes, like demons crawling out of hell...

Chapter 14 [My New Performance, Isn't Anyone Going Out to Greet Me?]

While Wilson, the security chief of the Water Group, was arranging for the various teams to gradually surround Pei Yuan.

After dealing with the werewolf's corpse, Harris returned to the neighborhood where his safe house was located.

Wilson's team was large and made quite a commotion, so it was impossible to avoid Harris's attention.

A hundred meters away on a secluded street, Harris stopped and parked his pickup truck on the side of the road.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he had his hands on the steering wheel and was staring intently at the direction of his safe house.

Hearing the continuous gunshots coming from the other side, this man in his forties had an uncertain expression on his face and was filled with inner turmoil.

He swore he hadn't felt this conflicted even when he was killing that bitch who cheated on him with a superhuman man.

He's now considering whether or not to help that Asian kid.

To be honest, as a black market dealer, that house was just one of his several safe houses, and the owner's identity was fake. He could simply turn around and leave.

Those strange people just couldn't get to him no matter what.

And now is the best time to get rid of that Asian kid.

But he hasn't left yet. It's unclear whether it's some kind of ambition, or perhaps the other party avenging his brother by striking him with a claw, or other emotions that have kept him here.

Or perhaps a strange feeling told him that if he turned around and left now, he would regret it!

damn it!

He himself did not understand why he had such strange emotions.

"I must be out of my mind!"

Hearing the continuous gunshots coming from that direction, Harris turned the key with his right hand, gripped a pistol in each hand, lit them, and prepared to drive over there.

Just then, a blinding beam of light ripped through the empty street ahead, followed by a towering explosion at the other end of the beam.

……

"Oh shit, I'm fucking seeing things!"

"Damn bastard..."

"How are we supposed to fight now?!"

……

As Pei Yuan's figure appeared at the window, revealing his body as the thick fog dissipated, the armed squads prepared for the attack paused briefly.

Then came a burst of deafening profanity.

Hearing the cacophony coming through his headset, Wilson, who was observing the situation from the top of the off-road vehicle, couldn't help but move his binoculars to the target location.

Upon seeing the figure standing at the window, Wilson couldn't help but curse, "Shit!"

At this moment, their target, the Asian youth standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at number 58, was wearing a rather bulky black outfit.