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

His eyes widened in horror as he stared at the young man before him, his face contorted with fear. "No...this is impossible..."

"This is technology. I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Heh heh heh." Pei Yuan glanced at him contemptuously and sneered, "What kind of trash are you? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Ast gritted his teeth: "Bastard...when I get back, I'll tear you to pieces..."

"Oh? Well then, welcome to seek revenge." Pei Yuan grinned, but suddenly his expression changed: "Damn it, they've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Astor immediately turned to look outside, and sure enough, several figures were rushing towards him from the stairwell. He was overjoyed.

These men, all wearing protective suits and burly in build, charged forward menacingly.

"You're finished." Ast chuckled, his face full of mockery.

However, in the next instant, a figure suddenly pounced out, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

Ast was terrified, because the figure was the same little girl from before.

“She…how could she…” Ast stared wide-eyed in horror, unable to believe it.

"She's superhuman!"

Pei Yuan's expression was grave. "Who are you?"

Astor sneered: "I am America's superhuman. You damned bastards will eventually be wiped out."

bang bang bang-

As soon as Yaster finished speaking, Pei Yuan swung his fist and started punching him repeatedly.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

With a dull thud, Yaster's head went limp like mud.

"What a weakling." Pei Yuan shook his head. He squatted down and took out the vial.

This is a blue potion, with pale blue smoke rising from it, making it look eerie and unpredictable.

Pei Yuan examined the potion carefully for a moment, his expression grave. This potion was definitely problematic; it not only restricted a person's movement but also shut down their five senses. Once injected with this potion, a person's five senses would be forcibly shut down, rendering even the strongest willpower powerless to resist.

Pei Yuan put the medicine into his pocket, then walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

The outside was already brightly lit, and the streets were bustling with cars and people.

Pei Yuan sighed; he knew his plan had failed.

"However, it wasn't without its gains." Pei Yuan smiled slightly, his body transforming into a phantom as he swiftly departed.

At that moment, a Rolls-Royce drove up to the hotel entrance.

"Boss, this is it!" the driver in the driver's seat said, turning his head.

In the passenger seat sat a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses with a dignified expression. His right eyelid twitched, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Ah."

The middle-aged man nodded indifferently and strode towards the hotel.

"Sir, please show your ID." The security guard stopped the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned and snorted coldly, "Get out of my way!"

The security guard's expression changed slightly; he knew he'd run into a tough customer. However, he still steeled himself and asked, "Please show me your identification."

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Since that's the case, then I have no choice but to solve this problem with my fists."

He let out a cold shout and swung a whip kick, which slammed into the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper let out a miserable scream, flew sideways, and crashed into the corner of the wall, where he lay motionless.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, strode into the lobby, and headed towards the elevator.

Just as he reached the elevator entrance, a security guard blocked his way.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The middle-aged man slapped the security guard three times in a row, knocking him to the ground and rendering him unconscious.

The middle-aged man walked straight into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

Ding Dong!

The elevator door opens.

The middle-aged man strode out.

"Who is it?" A room manager came over after hearing the voice.

However, before he could see who it was, he felt a tightness in his throat as a steel bar wrapped around it.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The middle-aged man gripped the steel bar and suddenly yanked it, throwing the room manager out as if he were flying through the air.

The middle-aged man gave a cold laugh, his body suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through two floors. Then, he headed straight for the top floor.

boom!

The middle-aged man smashed the glass window with a punch and jumped into the room.

Six or seven people gathered around inside.

"Dad, that's him."

"He stole his brother's ring."

The others shouted and yelled.

The middle-aged man surveyed his surroundings with a cold gaze and said indifferently, "Where is my ring?"

"What do you want with my ring?" A young man stood up, his face full of anger. "You stole something and you still dare to cause me trouble? Do you have a death wish?"

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on the young man, then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver ring.

The young man paused for a moment upon seeing the ring, then his expression changed: "Are you that person?"

The middle-aged man said indifferently, "Yes, I am that person."

"Holy crap! You're still alive!"

Everyone was shocked.

Keep in mind that the explosion was powerful enough to destroy an entire flight. Even if someone survived, they would likely be severely injured or even dead.

But this person appeared here.

“I knew you would come, so I planted a lot of bombs outside the hotel.”

"A bomb?" The middle-aged man laughed. "My body possesses extraordinary abilities. A mere bomb can't harm me at all."

The young man retorted angrily, "Are you kidding me? Your superpowers are clearly amazing, how could you possibly dodge the bombs I planted?"

"You can give it a try," the middle-aged man said with a calm smile.

"Fine, don't run away." The young man picked up a baseball bat from beside the sofa and said menacingly, "If you dare to run, I'll make you regret it!"

After saying that, the young man ran towards the middle-aged man.

However, the next second, the middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of the young man, raised his right arm to block the baseball bat in the young man's hand, and at the same time, his left elbow hit the young man in the abdomen.

The young man was sent flying backward, clutching his stomach in pain and curling up like a shrimp.

This scene left everyone stunned.

"You... how do you have such power..." The young man stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

“Power? You’re too naive.” The middle-aged man slowly walked over and stepped on the young man’s face.

"These abilities are just games I play when I'm bored." The middle-aged man looked down at the young man and said calmly, "Tell me, where is that box?"

"Pah! You're dreaming!" The young man spat out a mouthful of blood.

boom!

The middle-aged man kicked the young man, leaving a bruise on his face.

"Speak! If you don't, I'll cripple your limbs!" the middle-aged man said coldly.

"No! Please, please spare my life. I'll confess everything," the young man pleaded, his face contorted with grief.

"Speak, my patience is limited." The middle-aged man glanced at the young man coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes." The young man nodded hurriedly. "The box was sent to the hospital, supposedly to treat a critically ill girl."

"When?"

Around 5:30 a.m. tonight.

"Take me there," the middle-aged man ordered.

"Okay, I'll send someone to the hospital right away."

……

On the other side, on a certain floor of the Peclis Hotel.

"Damn bastard! How dare he steal my brother's ring!" A group of men dressed in black gathered together, their expressions filled with extreme resentment.

"We must get the ring back!" roared the burly man at the head of the group.