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Chapter 88 A Hundred Martial Arts, This is the Solar Fist!

At this point, we should really thank Kasumi Kuroishi. If it weren't for her, Mason wouldn't have known that even if his body parts were removed, they could still be manipulated.

In short, although this tactic is a bit sanity-draining, things have come to this point, and we can't worry about appearances anymore; taking down the enemy is the priority.

After repairing his brain tissue, Mason stopped his regenerative abilities.

Since the opponent is good at finishing off enemies, continuing to regenerate is useless except for wasting energy until a successful counter-kill is achieved.

Judging from the looks of it, this guy is probably planning to tear himself into pieces. That's pretty ruthless. Even in the Marvel Universe, only top regenerative abilities like Deadpool can piece themselves back together after being turned into hero fragments (physical).

However, this was not a problem for Mei.

Hydra once tried to cut Cecil into dozens of pieces from head to toe and then put them back together. As a result, Cecil successfully regenerated.

The reason is very simple. Just as Wolverine can walk on the sun and not die before his healing factor is exhausted, Cecil Lee Mason's death does not depend on how badly his body is damaged, but on whether his light energy is exhausted. If not, even if he is crushed into mincemeat by a hydraulic press, he can still regenerate by consuming light energy. Once his light energy is exhausted, he will be no different from an ordinary person.

But even Hydra wouldn't dare throw Cisel into the crematorium and burn him to ashes, so the limits of regeneration have not been explored, at least not in Mason's dream.

Therefore, at this moment, this level of damage is not enough to kill Mason, whose light energy reserves are still relatively abundant. Or rather, he still has a lot of cards to play. Whether it is the Book of Mercenaries, the Thor's Orb, or the large amount of explosives in the memory, they should be enough to carry the opponent away happily. However, apart from the Book of Mercenaries, no other plan can be implemented in this situation of being almost torn apart.

—That's right, in just a few seconds, his right leg was also torn off and thrown out, leaving only his left leg still attached to his body.

"Hmm, that's roughly how it's done?"

Recalling a plan that a Hydra scientist had told Cecil about, Mason followed through and began to implement it.

The core idea of ​​the plan is simple: it's a kind of reverse thinking—since Cecil Lee Mason can absorb light energy, can he then expel the absorbed light in reverse?

Just like a normal person can vomit or defecate, it's simply about expelling what you've eaten. From a biological perspective, this shouldn't be a difficult thing to do.

Yes, vomiting.

Although it sounds disgusting, it's pretty much the same in practice. If you can't accept it, you can replace it with the energy breath of a fantasy creature, like Godzilla or Deathwing.

In the next instant, Mason unleashed the full power of the light energy within his body.

Generally speaking, doing this would unleash the full power of regeneration, but everything has its limits. Just like trying to drink water at full speed might choke you, excessively activating light energy can cause the ability to "overload" to a certain extent, leading to "electrical leakage." The outward manifestation of this is—

Swish!

A blazing light, far more intense than a regular flashbang, burst forth from Mason's mangled body.

It is important to know that light-sensitive organs are very fragile. Looking directly at the sun for a period of time is enough to leave indelible light spots in a person's eyes. A person who is blinded by a flashbang will be temporarily or permanently blinded. The light emitted by Mason at this moment was more than ten million lumens. Although it lasted for a very short time, the strong man who was directly hit by it immediately covered his eyes and took two steps back, letting out a muffled cry of pain.

All kinds of martial arts, this is the Sun Fist!

—It doesn't seem to have been achieved through punches, so let's change the name.

—A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is the Sun Holy Body!

There was no other way; after all, it was releasing energy through overload, and this was the best they could do. Mason did want to do something like the laser tunnel in Resident Evil, where he could slice enemies into pieces with a single shot, but lasers require focusing, and the only thing on him that was related to lenses was his fragile eyeball. He simply couldn't do it even if he wanted to.

However, this level is sufficient—in the face of a strong light exceeding ten million lumens, eyelids and skulls would be easily penetrated, so there's no way to block it.

After flashing once, Mason tried his best to activate the light energy in his body, desperately overloading himself without considering the consumption of energy—but since it was his first attempt, the operation was very unstable. The red light from Scott and the white light from the flashbang kept flashing back and forth, and he couldn't stabilize it at all.

But this actually made it more lethal.

Compared to pure bright light, regular or irregular flickering can not only cause blindness, but also trigger photosensitive epilepsy, migraines, anxiety and other symptoms. In severe cases, it can even cause vomiting and fainting on the spot.

Of course, Mason himself was perfectly fine; he could even reabsorb some of the light that had returned to him through diffuse reflection.

The one-eyed creature on the ground stared silently at the burly cyborg forced to retreat by the flash. The latter had completely lost the swagger he had shown when using Mason as a punching bag, and could barely stand—which was normal. In the face of a flash of this intensity, let alone a mere cyborg with flesh and blood, even if a T-800 came, it would end up with the photosensitive element in its camera burned out.

However, as a price, Mason's energy reserves plummeted like water being released from a dam, leaving less than a quarter of them within seconds.

At the same time, the severed left arm suddenly stood up and, using the elbow and fingers as fulcrums, crawled rapidly and grotesquely to the right hand. Then, it found the stack memory, performed a series of operations, retrieved the Thor's Orb, grasped it, and aimed it at the cyborg who was retreating in pain.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

After silently reciting the command, Mason stopped flashing and instead forcefully waved his hand, unleashing a burst of light.

A powerful golden electric current struck the cyborg in an instant.

Although the special effects can't compare to Storm's lightning bolts that are several meters thick when she waves her hand, this isn't the time to be picky; as long as it works, it's fine.

This one was clearly much more resilient than the previous black man. Although he was stiffened by the blows, he showed no signs of falling. Instead, he stood up like Nioh and slowly reached out his hand towards Mason.

Holy crap.

Mason was startled and immediately swung his left hand with greater force, unleashing wave after wave of lightning at the cyborg. At the same time, his detached right arm and right leg crawled toward his torso, and his broken sternum rapidly healed. As a price, his already dwindling light energy was consumed in a massive burst, and it looked like it was about to run out.

For Mason, this was even more terrifying than being torn apart by five horses by a cyborg.

But now was not the time to worry about those things. While anxious, he activated his regeneration ability at full speed and reassembled his right arm and right leg in a dozen seconds. At the same time, he repaired his torso to about 70-80% and even grew his eyes back. As long as he could move, that was enough. As for his bloodied and mangled face, he could consider that after he killed the enemy.

Then, Mason scrambled to his feet, grabbed his left arm with his right hand, and shoved it onto his shoulder. Flesh and bone immediately spliced ​​together like automatically docking mechanical components. Then, while continuing to fire lightning at the cyborg, he rummaged through his stack storage and quickly retrieved an RPG that could be fired simply by pressing the fire button.

You can't possibly withstand this thing, can you?

Mason slung the RPG over his shoulder, aimed it at the cyborg, and pressed the fire button.

boom!

Another fireball rose, and the cyborg's massive body exploded and scattered in an instant—did it?

Just as Mason breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a charred but still intact human-shaped body spin and fly out, crashing into the wall of an apartment building not far away. After landing, it twitched and moved, and in the blink of an eye, it faced Mason with its unrecognizable face.

Omg!

Mason gasped in shock.

Wow, this can actually handle an RPG?! Where did you put this? Is this still the world of Detective Conan?

Then, a charred figure rushed toward Mason at a terrifying speed.

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A few seconds later, Mason threw away the third RPG from his shoulder and curled his lip at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

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Admittedly, it was quite frightening when this guy charged at me like a ghost after being blasted away by an RPG, but the Thunder God Orb isn't just for show. What? You can control him once but not a second time? It's just a matter of going through the same process a few more times—inflict stun with electricity, then unleash the RPG.

In the second round, the cyborg man's hand was blown off, and his massive body was burned and shrunken. After the third round, he collapsed on the ground (literally) and never moved again.

Ha, that's it? That's it? Do you even know what the purity of modern weaponry is?

Mason breathed a sigh of relief, laughed heartily, and then ran off in another direction without stopping. While he was running around, he rummaged through the memory and found a few miniature listening devices, which he stuffed into corners and crevices. He also unleashed a few bolts of lightning at the spot where he had been torn apart by the car, turning all the blood on the ground into meaningless charcoal.

From the perspective of post-event handling standards, this is not very strict, but it is better than nothing.

Although there aren't many people here, it's still in a modern city, and the people on the streets aren't blind or deaf. This flash followed by an explosion has probably already attracted a lot of attention. If we don't run now, we might miss our chance.

Damn it, dumping a large amount of weapons in the urban area of ​​a developed country, now I really am a terrorist—although this kind of thing may be commonplace in the world of science fiction, he really didn't need to gamble on the speed of the Shibuya police's response, he should just run as fast as he could.

Moreover, his light energy and RPG reserves were both depleted, and he couldn't rest easy until he replenished them. If two more of those modified humans appeared, he would have to use up his second mercenary opportunity from the Book of Mercenaries.

That said, although that little combo just now didn't look very classy, ​​it seemed to be quite effective. If I encounter a similar situation again in the future, I can consider using the same trick again.

"Charging! Charging! Charging!"

Muttering to himself about his purpose, Mason quickly disappeared into the dimly lit alleyway.

Less than five minutes later, several black luxury cars pulled up at the entrance of the apartment building.

A group of menacing-looking guys got out of the car, put up several police seals at the entrance, and sent one group to disperse the curious onlookers in the name of the police, while the other group hurriedly entered the apartment.

To sum it up, they were just small fry sent by the distillery.

Due to the seriousness of this incident, both Gin and Rum, the two key figures at the distillery, focused their attention on it, and the manpower mobilization naturally followed suit—unlike the usual small-scale operations. This time, the distillery was mobilized on a massive scale.

He brought a lot of subordinates with him, some to seal off the scene, some to investigate possible ambushes in the surrounding area, and even brought a few mine-clearing soldiers, so it can be said that he was very safe.

Upon arriving at the apartment building, the brewery's investigation team quickly surrounded the battle scene, while another group rushed directly into Konek's apartment. Meanwhile, Gin, who had already arrived at the scene, went straight to the security office to retrieve the surveillance footage.

But the result was not optimistic.

Due to its age, the apartment building's surveillance network was essentially useless. No video footage of the battle between Mason and the cyborg was leaked. It wasn't difficult for investigators to guess what happened, since Mason didn't have time to clean up the scene when he ran away. The three rocket launchers were just lying there conspicuously on the ground. Based on other traces left at the scene, it was obvious that someone had used an invincible RPG to blow a human body to pieces.

After searching the area, the investigators found half of an identification tag with several numbers engraved on it in the corner. After consulting with their superiors (referring to Rum), they reached a conclusion.

Konecki may have had one or more reinforcements, who either tore the latest cyborgs sent by Rum to pieces and then escaped unscathed.

"impossible!!!"

Rum, who was thousands of miles away, was horrified.

He had witnessed the cyborg's abilities firsthand. It possessed immense strength, capable of shattering boulders with its bare hands, moved with ghostly speed, and completely ignored small-caliber firearms. An armed squad was like lambs to the slaughter in front of it. Although it couldn't completely ignore modern weaponry, given its mobility, even the best marksman in the army might not be able to hit it.

Moreover—besides his physical abilities, that guy also possessed other special skills. How could he possibly be killed by a mere rogue assassin in just a few minutes?

Konek—what's wrong with that guy?!

"Hmph, looks like your confidence has been dashed, Rum."

Over the radio, Gin sneered, "Now that Konecny ​​is gone, what do you suggest we do?"

His words were somewhat of a way of shifting blame—after all, it was Rum who sent out the cyborgs, and now that things have gone wrong, the responsibility should naturally fall on Rum's overconfidence, right?

As for Gin's subordinates Chianti and Korn, they were also easily taken down by Konecny—don't ask, it was all a sneak attack. One was unfortunately captured during an investigation mission, and the other was directly destroyed by the enemy during a combat mission. It's obvious which side was more responsible.

Rum was well aware of Gin's intentions, but now that the facts were so obvious, there was really no room for rebuttal. So the question returned to the very beginning: how did Kneek manage to kill the newest cyborg in such a short time?

If he had used some trick to escape before the cyborgs arrived, that would be understandable, since there are very few cyborgs and it would be impossible to set up a massive net to catch them. But the result was that he blew the cyborgs into a pile of charred remains during the battle—the elderly Rum almost fainted on the spot after hearing the investigators report this news to him.

You useless piece of trash (referring to the cyborg), how can you be so incompetent!

But now that things have come to this, as the leader who has needlessly sacrificed the life of a costly engineered human, he must immediately take responsibility.

So Rum immediately wrote down the investigators' conclusions verbatim in a text message and sent it out.

The recipient was none other than the organization's boss.

In the past, he might have chosen to outwardly comply but inwardly defy him—after all, he was the organization's second-in-command, and there was no need for him to report a failed mission with the trepidation of a lowly underling. But not now—like Gin and Vermouth, he had sensed changes within the organization several months ago, and had no idea what caused these changes. After the boss went missing, he watched as different types of cyborgs were developed and assigned to different members of the organization, and his anxiety grew day by day.

As the second-in-command, his position in the organization is not "subordinate" but "collaborator". Theoretically, most things in the organization should go through his hands. However, since a few months ago, the boss has started to "go it alone". Without notifying any senior personnel, he has single-handedly promoted a bizarre cyborg project and then produced results at lightning speed.

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, as long as Rum wasn't an idiot, he could tell that the boss...

What does this change mean?

Does he no longer need the tool of organization?

Just as someone with a hundred million wouldn't care about a thousand or two thousand, if the boss possessed power stronger than the Black Organization, then the various changes that have occurred recently would become clear.

Rum was deeply terrified of this.

Everything familiar around him gradually turned into something strange, which was a very scary thing. Rum was amazed by the powerful strength of the cyborgs, but he also had a deep fear of these things.

Where did they come from? What is the boss planning to do?

Driven by these doubts and fears, he had to show utmost loyalty to his boss, even though the other party had been out of contact for a long time. He felt he had to show the proper attitude, otherwise—who knows what the future holds?

"You guys."

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Suddenly, without turning his head, Rum said to the figures behind him, "Find Koniek and take him and everyone around him out. Split up and proceed cautiously. It's acceptable to suffer some losses to find out how many cards he's hiding, but I don't want to hear news of failure again."

The figures did not answer, but quickly disappeared.