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

Chloe stumbled out of a dark, narrow alley.

His clothes were torn to shreds, his hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in blood.

"Huff...huff..." Chloe gasped for breath, her face pale, sweat dripping down her face.

His injuries were too severe. If he hadn't possessed SSS-level combat power, he probably would have died from that blow.

"Ok?"

Chloe frowned and looked around. He realized he seemed to be lost, so he quickly took out his phone and made a call.

"Beep beep..."

The phone rang several times before it was finally answered.

“Hello, Mr. Chloe?” A deep, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Did you save me?" Chloe asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, this is Rodman." A sinister voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Rodman, are you trying to use someone else to do your dirty work?" Chloe asked through gritted teeth.

Over the phone, Rodman laughed and said, "Mr. Chloe, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean it that way. The reason I saved you is because I owe you a favor."

“I don’t need it!” Chloe said coldly.

Rodman said calmly, "I saved you because we're old friends. You'd better understand the situation."

"And I believe you will contact me on your own initiative, after all, you don't want to die."

After saying that, Rodman hung up the phone.

"hateful!"

Chloe's face was contorted, and her eyes revealed intense hatred.

But soon, his hatred vanished, his expression calmed, and he muttered, "Rodman, just you wait, I'll make you pay!"

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a high-rise building three kilometers away from the abandoned factory, Rodman was standing by the window looking at the location of the abandoned factory.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a red light flashed in his vision.

"Huh? What is that?"

Rodman frowned slightly, staring intently at the red light. He could vaguely see that the red light seemed to be emanating from a dagger-shaped weapon. However, due to his formidable strength and extremely sharp eyesight, he could still see the dagger even from a great distance.

"What is that? Could it be superpowers?" Rodman pondered for a moment, then muttered, "No wonder it's so powerful, it turns out it's a superpowered person!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, turned and left the windowsill, muttering to himself, "Although I am very curious about who the owner of this dagger is, since we have already reached an agreement, there is no need to worry about it anymore. We will meet again in the future anyway."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

……

Night falls.

A luxurious extended Rolls-Royce drove into the estate and stopped directly in front of the living room.

The Rolls-Royce door was pushed open, and Chloe, supporting her back, slowly stepped out of the car.

His injuries have mostly healed, but due to excessive blood loss, he is pale and listless.

"Chloe!"

Seeing Chloe get out of the car, Prince William went up to her and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you alright?"

Chloe waved her hand and said, "I'm fine."

"That's good." Prince William nodded, then said, "Let's go back to the bedroom to rest first. I'll accompany you back to the country for treatment tomorrow."

“Okay.” Chloe nodded, letting Prince William help her walk into the villa.

……

The following day, Chloe and Prince William returned to China by private jet.

Two hours later, the private jet landed smoothly at New York City Airport.

“Chloe, I’ll take you home,” Prince William said.

Chloe hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

He knew that if he refused, Prince William would definitely turn against him.

“Come on, Mr. Chloe, I’ll treat you to dinner tonight,” Prince William said with a smile.

"Thank you," Chloe said calmly.

"Haha, don't be so polite." Prince William laughed and put his arm around Chloe's shoulder as they walked toward the villa.

Back at the villa, Prince William comforted Chloe before leaving, saying, "Chloe, if you have any difficulties, feel free to contact me."

Chloe remained silent, watching Prince William leave, her expression gradually hardening.

Chloe clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh, drawing blood.

His eyes were filled with venom, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn bastard, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Then, Chloe took out her phone and called the butler, instructing him, "Send someone to investigate. A dagger was found near an abandoned factory in the suburbs last night. It was probably placed there by that man named 'Rodman'."

"Yes, young master," the butler replied respectfully.

Chloe hung up the phone, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and the scenes from last night flashed through her mind.

The dagger gave him a dangerous feeling, like the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging over his neck, which sent chills down his spine.

"Who exactly is this guy named Rodman?" Chloe wondered.

Based on his understanding of the world, ordinary humans simply could not wield a dagger.

However, he was certain that the dagger was real.

"boom!"

Just then, Chloe's door was suddenly kicked open, and a group of bodyguards in black rushed in.

"What are you doing!" Chloe roared angrily.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chloe,” the head bodyguard said. “His Highness ordered us to protect you. Please come back to the palace with us.”

Chloe frowned, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded before leaving the villa with her bodyguards.

After a while, a private plane took off.

……

Los Angeles, USA.

This is a famous tourist destination in the United States, with beautiful scenery that attracts countless tourists. Every year, tens of millions of passengers fly from here to Los Angeles.

Nestled in the woods of Los Angeles stands a quaint building.

The building's exterior is full of classical charm, with walls as black as ink, exuding a sense of vicissitude and showing its long history.

In the center of the building’s courtyard, a towering ancient tree stands tall, its lush branches and leaves blocking out the sunlight and shrouding the entire courtyard in shadow.

Beneath this towering ancient tree sat a thin, young white man, dressed in a tattered gray monk's robe. His hair was disheveled and hanging down his back, and his face was pale and sickly.

He sat cross-legged as if asleep, his body emanating an eerie aura.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the white youth opened his eyes, a scarlet light flashing deep within his pupils.

"Hehehe..." The white youth grinned, his smile sinister and terrifying, like a vengeful ghost seeking death.

At that moment, his body seemed to merge into the darkness, and he disappeared completely.

"Hulala..."

A gentle breeze blew by, the withered tree trembled, and a flurry of green leaves fell, landing on his cheeks.

……

Meanwhile, Pei Yuan, who was in a villa, also received a piece of intelligence.

The intelligence report states that an assassin named "Rodman" was lurking in New York City and had murdered New York City Police Department Deputy Commissioner Alan Carter, causing a major incident.

In addition, the intelligence report also mentioned Chloe and the handsome man beside her.

"Rodman?"

Pei Yuanhang looked at the document, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "This Rodman is quite interesting..."

……

New York, in a villa rented by Rodman.

“Boss, this is the information I just found out about Chloe. His grandfather was a New York City councilor who wielded enormous power in New York City, and Chloe is his only grandson.”

A burly, blond man handed Rodman a stack of documents and said, "Moreover, Chloe's mother, who is Chloe's adoptive mother, controls 49 percent of the shares in Chloe's family, making her a well-known tycoon in New York City."

Chapter 142 [You Trash]

"Chloe, he's actually Chloe, the richest man in New York City?" Rodman frowned as he looked at the intelligence report in his hand.