New Jersey.

A pickup truck staggered into the motel, and poof, a cloud of exhaust fumes erupted, filling the air with black smoke.

The car door opened, and a tall black man jumped out of the car, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and said.

"Can't you just get a decent car, French?"

"Damn, I'm going to die from you."

The black man stepped aside, took out a wet note, and wiped it here and there.

In the pickup, the shorter driver got out of the car.

"Stop complaining, know what we're in."

"We're still wanted, man."

"It's just that the seven-member group hasn't bothered us anymore, and speaking of which, I'm glad they finally stopped offering free hero events."

He glanced at the black man who was wiping his face: "Damn, when did you become so clean." ”

"No matter how clean you wipe, you can't make your big black face whiter."

The black man glared angrily: "Shut up, Frenchman." ”

"I just have obsessive-compulsive disorder, not cleanliness."

"Alright."

A nearby window opened, revealing an elderly female face looking at the two of them.

"You're going to keep arguing outside and then get the attention of the police."

"Let's get in and get down to business."

The French and the black looked at each other, then closed their mouths.

Moments later, they met a woman.

Although she has grown old, and the years have left vicissitudes on her face, judging from the outline of her skin and bones, she must have been a beauty when she was young.

"Good evening, Mrs. Mallory."

"Hello, ma'am, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Blacks and French greeted each other in their own ways.

"yes."

"I thought I would never see you again in my life."

"Breast milk, French."

Mallory looked around: "It's a pity that Butcher is no longer there. ”

"Otherwise, this time."

"Forget it."

Mallory took out a bottle of wine and poured three glasses: "Drink as you like, considering my current situation, I'm sorry, I can't treat you to a better drink." ”

The black man and Frankie laughed and raised their glasses.

Frankie thought for a moment and said, "To Butcher." ”

Mallory nodded: "Respect Butcher." ”

Three wine glasses clamming together.

After drinking.

French said, "Madam, we are now wanted, and I am afraid that we will not be able to help much. ”

"For the past few months, we've been hiding underground like rats."

"I've lost track of what it's like to be in the sun."

Mallory said: "I am not much better off than you, and fortunately the motherland seems to have forgotten me for the time being. ”

"So, I think it's time to act."

The black man put down his glass: "Madam, do you think we still have a chance against the Motherland?" ”

Frankie lowered his voice and said, "I have a piece of news that I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"It is said that the Federation has launched an operation against the motherland, but it has failed."

Mallory said with a solemn face: "It's true." ”

"My friend in the Security Service recently revealed a piece of news."

"The Union launched an operation against the Motherland in the Pacific. They even used nuclear weapons. ”

"It's a pity that the people of the motherland are still alive and well."

"And the Federation has killed some people, such as former Secretary of Defense Wilson, and, superhero 'Storm.'"

The black woman's face changed: "Storm? ”

"That woman is dead too?"

"Didn't she take refuge in the motherland?"

On that day, he watched with his own eyes that the storm betrayed the 'butcher' and ended Butcher's life with his own hands.

Mallory poured herself another glass of wine: "I was approached by the 'Storm' too, but I convinced her. ”

"I told her that there was a weapon that could kill the countryman, but unfortunately, she didn't seem to have the patience to wait."

"And the result that I can't wait for is that she buried her own life."

Breast milk and Frankie couldn't help but be moved: "A weapon capable of killing the motherland? ”

"Is this true? Lady. ”

Mallory took a sip of the wine in his glass: "Possibly." ”

"Specifically, we have to find a person first, or determine his situation, before we can continue to discuss its possibilities."

The two men asked in unison, "Who?" ”

Mallory stopped and looked at the black man: "Soldier boy." ”

"Who?"

Negroes are like they have been stimulated by something.

Stand up sharply.

"Nope."

"I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be here."

He turned to leave.

Mallory stood up and said quickly, "The soldier boy is as powerful as the Motherland, but something happened back then. ”

"He may have been killed."

"That weapon, if it can kill a soldier boy, can kill a Motherlander!"

Breast milk turned back and said, "I don't care how he died." ”

"Nonsense."

Mallory looked at him and said, "Don't think I don't know, you've been investigating Soldier Boys. ”

"Think about it, for the sake of your father, you shouldn't run away."

The black man wiped his face and said, "My father curled up on the table and died." ”

"Obsessed with a dead man, but ignoring his two living children."

"I almost treated my daughter like that."

"Yes, that's right."

"I used to investigate Soldier Boys, but it's over."

"Now all I want to do is be with my daughter, watch her grow up, get married."

Mallory raised an eyebrow: "Then you should investigate the Soldier Boy even more." ”

"If the motherland doesn't die, do you think you can get rid of the wanted and meet your precious daughter?"

"No, you should know, it can't be."

"Put away your naivety."

"The motherland is a big trouble for us, as long as he lives well, we will live like rats in a place where we can't see the light every day."

Breast milk couldn't help but fall silent.

Frankie stood up and persuaded, "I think Madame is right. ”

"Maybe we should check on the Soldier Boys."

The black man sighed and sat down: "So, where should we start investigating?" ”

Mallory said, "Soldier Boy was the first transhuman Frederick created after he defected to the Federation. ”

"After the end of World War II, the newly established Walter Company, with a soldier boy as the captain, set up a superpower team called 'Blood Debt Repayment'."

"They wipe the ass for the Federation and do some dirty work."

"But just like the motherland today, the Soldier Boy was too powerful, and then he gradually lost control."

"So the Walter Company took advantage of a secret mission and instructed the other members of that squad to take out the Soldier Boy."

Frankie frowned: "But if the Soldier Boy is as powerful as the motherland, even if the other superheroes join forces, they will not be his opponents." ”

"That's right."

The black man also said: "If the Walter Company gave the team members a special weapon and used it to kill the soldier boy. ”

"Then why not use it to kill the Motherland?"

"Unless."

Mallory said in his place, "Unless, that weapon is not in the hands of the Walter Company." ”

"But what exactly that weapon is, and who owns it, I'm afraid only the members of the 'Blood Debt and Blood Payment' know."

"Therefore, I need you to investigate the members of that squad."

Frankie said, "Who else is alive with the members of that team?" ”

"The Crimson Countess."

Mallory counted, "Gunpowder, and others." ”

"Let's split up, you go investigate the Crimson Earl and gunpowder."

"I'm going to leave the country."

"I had some crossroads with this team back then, and I heard some different versions of the final outcome of the Soldier Boys."

Two men cast inquiring glances at her.

Mallory said: "I heard that the team did not kill the soldier boy in the end, and the soldier boy was taken away by the Soviet Union at that time. ”

"You two are wanted now, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to leave the country."

"So this matter can only be investigated by me personally."

As she spoke, she pulled something out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

Frankie and the others looked at it as several bottles of green potion.

"Ma'am, what is this?"

Mallory said, "Temporary No. 5, a castrated version of chemical No. 5. After use, you can temporarily gain superpowers. ”

"As for whether to use it or not, it's up to you."

"I've got some with me anyway."

Breast milk was surprised and said, "Where did you get these things?" ”

Mallory smiled: "I know a lot of people, and there are always some channels. ”

"Alright, let's do it, boys."

Frankie and the Negro exchanged glances, then each took three bottles of 'Temporary No. 5' and put them in their pockets, and left the room.

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In the old manor, Azu and Angelina are engaged in a big battle.

After one night of the battle, Angelina, although she was no longer an ordinary human, also fell asleep.

Azu was energetic and didn't feel sleepy at all.

He lay on the bed, examining his condition.

[Name: John (from the motherland)]

[Life Level: Level 6 (Legendary)]

[Status: Normal]

[Talent: Thermonuclear Ray (0/5000)

Deep Space +1 (42/300)

First cosmic speed +1 (297/300)

+1 Absolute Field (0/8000)

Divine Power +4 (349/1000)

+1 Overdrive Regeneration (268/300)

True Eye (162/200)】

After a trip to Marvel, Azu's talents have grown compared to when he set off.

In particular, 'Thermo Ray' has grown into 'Thermonuclear Ray' after breaking through the bottleneck with the 'Awakening Stone'.

[Thermonuclear Ray: On the basis of retaining all the characteristics of 'Thermal Ray +5', you can make the ray produce a thermonuclear reaction, and you can act on a limited range of instantaneously released energy, or you can let it explode and spread freely. 】

To put it simply, after the awakening of the 'heat ray', Azu can now trigger an explosion like a hydrogen bomb with every attack.

The important thing is that he can exert this power within a limited range.

In this way, the power of the attack is naturally greater than that of the hydrogen bomb explosion.

In addition, he has taken the 'Absolute Realm' up a notch.

While retaining its original characteristics, the scope of the 'Absolute Realm' was much larger, and now large enough to envelop a New York, if Azu wanted to.

In addition, the previously attached 'Magic Resistance' effect has also been transformed into 'Magic Rebound'.

When Azu is attacked by magic, the 'Absolute Realm' has a certain amount of rebound magic.

But even with the two awakening-level talents of 'Thermonuclear Ray' and 'Absolute Realm', Azu's life level still stays at level 6.

"Sure enough, if you want to go one step further and become a 'celestial god', you can't do it just by raising your talent level."

He had already argued this conclusion before, and he was not so disappointed now.

At this moment, a message flashed in front of Azu's eyes.

[Warning: There are 72 hours and 3 minutes left before the disaster event occurs.] 】

"Disaster events?"

Azu was slightly disappointed: "I thought it was the final task application." ”

"However, the disaster event was actually notified three days in advance."

"It doesn't seem like a small problem."

"You can look forward to it."

It was 9 a.m.

Federal Aeronautics and Space Administration.

"Did you watch last night's game? The Giants are simply stunning. ”

"No, the final lore is so beautiful, I'm stunned."

It was working time, but the few people who had just arrived at work did not put into work at the first time.

As usual, they'll get together for a cup of coffee and talk about what happened last night before they go to work.

But at this time, in a computer, an alarm sounded.

A black man noticed that he put on his glasses and walked over to the computer.

He looked at it for a while and said, "Come and have a look." ”

Several staff members gathered in front of his computer.

"What's the matter, Jean, what do you want us to see?"

"It can't be a cool photo of your ex-girlfriend."

"Wait, what is this?"

"Meteorite?"

"It's too big, it's the equivalent of a Nevada."

Gradually, the expressions of these staff members could not be relaxed, and they all showed solemn expressions.

"Quick, calculate its trajectory."

Bang bang bang.

There was a sound of tapping on the keyboard.

A moment later, there was an exclamation.

"Oh my God, it's coming towards Earth."

"But according to the trajectory of the computer, it will hit the moon."

"It's not something to be happy about hitting the moon, it's too big, maybe the moon will have an impact on it."

"It will arrive in 72 hours, hurry, notify the Ministry of Defense."

The riots, starting from this small department, spread outward, and eventually the entire space agency was boiling.

White House.

While walking quickly to the office, I listened to the secretary's report.

"That's what the space agency said?"

"There's a meteorite the size of Nevada coming toward Earth?"

"72 hours to go?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's what the space agency said."

"In their simulations, a meteorite will hit the moon, but there is no guarantee that the moon will not be affected."

The secretary responded promptly.

"It's terrible."

(End of chapter)