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Morrison knelt beside the shattered support pillar and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His extraordinary ability only greatly enhanced his attack power, but did not improve his physical fitness much. When attacked to this extent, two of his ribs were broken!

However, Lucas's unharmed state was more appealing to him than the physical pain.

"How is it possible... that level of destruction didn't kill you?"

Lucas stretched his back, his joints making a crisp cracking sound. He glanced down at Morrison, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"So, the authorities actually have people like you? How come there's no mention of you in the urban legends about the fishmen..."

As Lucas was speaking, he suddenly stopped. He noticed a strange phenomenon: a crimson color was spreading from the other person's chest. It wasn't blood, just pure red, and this red color spread throughout the body in a very short time.

How should I put it? It feels a bit like reddish-brown.

"What's this, second-tier..."

Before he could finish speaking, Morrison had already thrown a punch!

The punch didn't even touch Lucas.

The fist stopped in mid-air, but the air in front of it seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible giant hand, and a visible shockwave spread out in a cone shape.

"Bang!!!"

Lucas's entire body was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck; his chest caved in, his feet left the ground, and he flew upwards at an extremely exaggerated angle.

His back slammed into the ceiling, the concrete shattered, the steel bars were exposed, and dust fell down. Lucas was swatted into the ceiling like a mosquito.

Although his injuries were severe, recovery was also underway. By the time Lucas fell from the ceiling, his injuries had fully healed.

The attack wasn't over yet. Morrison bent down, picked up a piece of concrete the size of a person, aimed at Lucas, and threw it!

Lucas dodged to the side, and the concrete block flew past him, smashing into the wall behind him and going right through it.

Lucas squinted; he noticed several crucial details.

First, Morris's movements, while faster than the average person, were not exaggerated, and his defensive capabilities were not that outrageous. In other words, his opponent was the type with super specialized offensive capabilities.

Another very important point is that Morrison needs to blink!

Based on the above information, we can conclude that Eddie has completely shut him down!

Eddie could take down this guy in the blink of an eye!

Wait, where's Eddie?

Morrison then realized that it always seemed like a one-on-one match, not a 2v2.

He looked around, searching for Eddie.

Then he saw Eddie standing motionless at the other end of the hall.

Corbyn stood three meters away from him, soaking wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and remained motionless.

The two of them stood facing each other.

Not only that, but a dense barrage of infrared beams were also shining on Eddie. It could be said that all the snipers in the vicinity were aiming at Eddie at this moment, making Eddie even redder than Morrison.

"..."

Lucas's lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh and focus on facing Morrison.

He had already figured out a strategy. In any case, apart from his attack power, he completely overwhelmed his opponent. All he had to do was rely on his advantages to drag the fight out in a wide-open space.

With that thought in mind, Lucas no longer hesitated and instantly increased his speed to the maximum!

In a flash, Lucas burst out of the blasted-open exit in the hall, crashing through the outer perimeter of the police cordon. The police opened fire, but it was no match for Lucas's regenerative abilities.

"Fuck!" Morrison cursed under his breath and chased after them.

His speed was indeed not as fast as Lucas's, but it wasn't slow either. The two of them, one in front and one behind, quickly broke through all the police cordons and rushed into the main urban area.

......

Greenview Apartment, third floor.

Jon Hansen was walking out of his house, humming a jazz tune.

He's in a very good mood today.

No, I should say he's been in a very good mood lately.

Three months ago, he finally found his dream job as an operations assistant at a newly opened logistics company in the city center. The salary wasn't particularly high, but it was stable, with comprehensive benefits. Most importantly, he really liked the job, and he could clearly see the path to advancement.

Not only that, he also signed a contract for his first house last month.

The apartment, located on the third floor of Greenview Apartment, has two bedrooms and a living room. The down payment emptied all my savings, and the remaining loan will be paid off over thirty years.

He was fifty-six years old when he paid off the debt.

But Jon wasn't worried at all. He had a house, a car, and a job; his life seemed bright.

By the way, the car was also bought on loan. It's a used but brand-new Chevrolet Cruze, financed over four years with monthly payments of less than $300. The odometer has only run 23,000 miles, the paint is shiny, and the air conditioning is still cold.

A perfect day.

However, as soon as he got near the parking lot, he realized something was wrong.

A large group of people were gathered on the side of the street, talking all at once. Some were taking pictures with their phones, some looked pale, and a few paced back and forth, looking extremely anxious.

Jon took a few steps closer and listened intently.

"Run! They're attacking this way!"

"My God, living long really has its advantages! I actually witnessed an extraordinary war!"

"I saw it! The red one is chasing the white one!"

Extraordinary Warfare? What's that? Is it movie promotion?

Jon decided not to continue watching the play. He squeezed through the crowd and prepared to take advantage of the holiday to drive around.

However, when he squeezed to the front of the crowd, the scene before him left him stunned.

A strange man, his entire body flushed red, lifted his Chevrolet Cruze, which he had purchased four years prior, above his head and aimed at a white humanoid figure doing parkour on the building wall.

At that moment, Yorn's mind raced; he seemed to know what the red monster was about to do.

"Hey! Hehehe! Don't make a move yet, calm down!"

Jorn's voice carried a controlled calmness; he no longer cared about anything extraordinary.

"This thing won't do much damage! Look how thin the body is! It only weighs 1.3 tons! It won't do any damage!"

Morrison's eyes were fixed intently on Lucas.

Jon became even more anxious.

"Could you put it down first? Don't you think that manhole cover next to your feet is more suitable? It's round and heavy, feels good in your hand, and even has a pneumatic design! Hey! Captain America, you know what I mean!"

He spoke faster and faster because he saw a scene that made him even more desperate: the superhuman doing parkour on the building's exterior wall was turning around.

The destination was in the direction of his apartment building.

"No no no no no!!"

Morrison's mind was focused solely on killing Lucas. After taking aim, he exerted force with both arms.

The Chevrolet Cruze shot out with a whooshing sound, spinning rapidly in the air, its silver body reflecting the sunlight like a giant bullet.

Lucas jumped off the building's exterior wall.

The car missed Lucas.

However, it didn't miss either, as it did hit the apartment that Jon bought with a 30-year loan.

"boom!!!"

The entire wall collapsed inward, and Cruz's remains, along with fragments of the wall, crashed into the room. Dust billowed out from the hole, the balcony railings were twisted into a pretzel, and the curtain rod that Derek had just installed last week was stuck in the ceiling.

In front of Jon.

The car he bought on installment for four years ended up costing him the house he bought with a 30-year loan.