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

"It seems so. The locomotive also died there, and the members of the Boys were rescued at that time. The appearance of Number 58 is too coincidental. There is reason to believe that Number 58 has an unusual relationship with the Boys."

Edgar's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table.

The escaped number 58 had been out of contact since his escape, and the fact that he was able to make contact with the black-robed group was quite unexpected.

"Should we contact the Bureau of Justice and have them issue an arrest warrant together with the Black Robe Squad?"

Seeing Edgar deep in thought in his seat, Rodney asked softly.

Edgar thought of something and said, "No need for now. The CIA already knew about this, but they didn't handle it or notify Walter. Obviously, there's something wrong here."

Edgar made the final decision.

"If there's any more news, contact Homelander directly and let him handle it. Don't send those small fry anymore; they'll just be useless to the enemy. Besides, Homelander should be allowed to expend some of his energy."

Subject 58 is very strong in combat, as can be seen from the horrific scene in the FBI's black jail and the new subject Carlton is.

The abilities of this experiment subject, number 58, are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary superheroes.

Relying on those small fry will only serve to deliver kills to the enemy; they will be of almost no other use.

Having reviewed previous records and assessed this guy's abilities, Edgar was well aware of this.

But as a native of the motherland, he is beyond question.

Although he is not entirely satisfied yet, Homelander is still, in his eyes, the most powerful biological individual in the world.

Chapter 48 [A Few More Times!]

"Go to hell!"

The moment a guard at the Nachib camp shouted those words, his head exploded.

Like a rotten watermelon that has been exploded, its bright red flesh is flying everywhere.

And at that moment, an extremely hot beam of light suddenly disappeared.

But it was Pei Yuan who arrived in Damascus.

It was easy to find out the location of this rising power. Pei Yuan went straight to the camp. The guards died very easily, none of them lasting more than three seconds in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he became a corpse lying on the ground.

The commotion has already triggered action from the armed forces inside the camp.

When Pei Yuan killed the two guards and stepped into the center of the camp, there was already a dense circle of armed troops inside and outside the camp.

These people had fierce eyes and were quite wary of Pei Yuan's figure.

As the smoke from the campfire drifted by, two scarlet eyes lit up, and Pei Yuan emerged from the smoke like a demon that had just crawled out of the ground.

Looking at the armed troops around him, Pei Yuan's lips curled into a sinister smile that slowly rose. He found himself increasingly enjoying scenes like this.

It's like looking at a field of healthy rice.

The next moment, the militants satisfied him.

On the open ground in front of Pei Yuan, someone fired the first shot, and suddenly, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted from all directions.

The smoke from the gun barrels condensed into a cloud of mist, and if one wasn't careful, Pei Yuan would almost think he was on a battlefield.

Amidst a hail of bullets.

Countless bullets came from all directions, completely enveloping Pei Yuan from head to toe, leaving almost no blind spots.

The countless bullets that struck his body were like hitting the hardest substance in the world; the golden bullets quickly flattened and fell off his body.

It slid onto the concrete floor, making a crisp metallic sound.

Unfortunately, Pei Yuan's clothes do not have strong bulletproof capabilities, and he may not yet possess superhuman biological properties.

His poor coat and underwear were once again riddled with holes.

He's gotten used to it.

He stood naked in the crowd once again, and whether it was intentional on the part of the gunman or not, many bullets from tricky angles hit his groin.

So much so that the strip of cloth in that area had long been destroyed by bullets.

"How is that possible? How can that area be so hard!"

Among the ranks at the front of the encirclement were several men with excellent marksmanship.

Seeing that the attack position they had deliberately chosen was completely unharmed after several bursts of bullets, without even a hair falling, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

They knew that America possessed superhumans capable of withstanding modern firearms.

However, such individuals are extremely rare. Faced with overwhelming attacks, a mere flesh and blood body is still somewhat vulnerable.

Generally, once you're hit, no matter how strong you are, being torn apart is only a matter of time.

"The bullets are no longer effective against him. Get me more powerful weapons, quick!" The leader of the armed force impatiently issued the order.

However, before his orders could be relayed, other changes occurred on the scene.

Pei Yuan wasn't going to play with them anymore.

Looking at the ground covered with golden bullet casings, Pei Yuan's eyes glowed red, and the next moment, two scorching scarlet rays shot out from the depths of his eyes.

Maintain the released state, then turn your head.

The next moment, it swept across the battlefield like a giant scythe, reaping its harvest.

Mow the lawn!

Just like mowing the lawn!

As far as the eye could see, anything blocking the heat vision, whether flesh and blood or weapons carried on their backs, was quickly melted, burned, and cut in two.

Their bodies fell down in unison, then split in two.

The noisy and bustling battlefield instantly became incredibly quiet, like a deathly still street at three or four in the morning.

All that remained of the scene was the red ground, with a strange red circle drawn on the ground centered on Pei Yuan.

Some who were farther away were lucky enough to survive, standing on the outer edge, looking at the scene ahead and then at the man in the center who looked like a demon.

Their legs trembled, and they suppressed the urge to scream, refusing to make a sound.

Because fear overwhelms them, some are unable to control themselves and even wet their pants.

The remaining few tried to escape, but another scythe of death slashed through them, severing the corrugated iron building behind them as well. The group was crushed to dust by the collapsing structure.

Pei Yuan shook his neck, looking at everything he had caused, and felt that it was really not challenging at all.

At that moment, a man engulfed in flames suddenly leaped out of a room behind them, moving with incredible speed, and pounced directly at Pei Yuan.

boom!

The man, engulfed in flames, approached Pei Yuan.

The immense power within him exploded violently, sending thick black smoke billowing out and enveloping the entire open space.

Even the bloodstains flowing on the ground were completely evaporated.

This man was none other than Nachib, the leader of this armed force. He wasn't carrying out a suicide attack; he was there to send this man from hell back to hell.

Boom boom boom!

Nachib was not about to let him off so easily. The energy within his body continued to gather, and then he unleashed another deafening explosion.

Violent explosions continued unabated, with new smoke quickly engulfing the old, and the entire camp echoed with a series of explosions.

"Is he dead? This guy?"

After several explosions, a somewhat tired Nachib, his heart pounding, stared intently at the center of the scene with a tense expression.

That man was like someone crawled out of hell.

However, a gust of wind blew, the smoke dissipated, and the figure of the man inside, as still as a statue, was revealed.

It looked the same as it did just now, except that the tattered cloth on its body had been completely blown away.

"How could that be? How could my abilities be completely useless?"

Nachib stared at Pei Yuan's unharmed figure, his pupils trembling violently, filled with shock.

He was certain that he had approached the other party, and that the other party was also within the range of the explosion's damage.

But if the explosion hit the target, how could the target be completely unharmed?

He had previously conducted experiments, and he was able to blow up a tank that was forged like a behemoth.

"Is that all you can do with this kind of attack?"

"This is just too disappointing..."

Pei Yuan walked out as if taking a stroll, looked at Naqibu who was also naked, and said with considerable disappointment.

Naqib trembled, feeling a chill run down his spine, and involuntarily took a few steps back in fear.

"Come again."

"Ok?"

"I'm telling you, do it a few more times!"