Bacchus returns to his factory to find it in ruins.

The look on his face as he saw his base burn will forever be one of Ryan's most cherished memories. This subtle feeling of disbelief, anger, and fear intertwined...... The priest's jaw was clenched so tightly that the messenger feared that he might break his teeth.

Augustus' reaction, however, was far less interesting.

After landing on the island to see everything with his own eyes and hearing reports of Carnival participation, the gang boss killed a tenth of the surviving guards. Literally. He picked one of the ten men at random and had their companions beat them to death.

With bare hands.

Even though Ryan watched the show safely from the safety of his underwater base, with a spy bathyscaping providing real-time information, the scene sent chills down his spine.

The Messenger fears for Vulcan's life. She has been in charge of maintaining the range of defenses that the assault team can easily handle, and the mob Zeus clearly wants to shed blood. The genius was too precious to kill, but Ryan felt that Augustus was not the most rational person in the room.

"I'm kind of sorry for these guys," Ryan said, at which point the video cut off.

"They deserve it," Ryan replied beside him, typing on her studio's computer. The server is thumping next to a steampunk-style metal pipe, a song of steam and heat. "They're protecting a slaughterhouse, Reli."

"I agree, but being beaten to death by your own teammates is a terrible way to die." More importantly, it gives us an idea of what Augustus would have done to Ryan's friends if he knew they were involved. "Can you evacuate the base in a short period of time, if needed?" I have a feeling that in the near future, the lightning butt may come to visit it. ”

"I can move the habitat if I get a warning beforehand," his best friend replied. "They are designed to be self-sufficient. Every single one. If I take them apart, they can move independently. ”

"The island of communism in the ocean of capitalism...... Do you call it the Cuban Protocol?"

Len looked up from the computer, her beautiful eyes filled with guilt.

"You said it," Ryan said in horror.

"Cuban initiative," she said weakly.

Ryan looked at his poor, deceived accomplice, but his eyes fell on her clothes. While the Time Traveler is wearing Saturn armor, Ryan is comfortable in her lair; However, instead of the jumpsuit she usually wears, she is now wearing a pair of blue cargo pants and a white shirt. The outfit reminded the courier of these advertisements for Soviet workers.

"Rihanna?"

"Are these new clothes?" Ryan asked, unable to remember them anymore from the roughly six cycles they'd spent together.

"Yes." She blushed with fright. "The alchemist's healing is good for my mood, I ...... I guess I should try something else. Something shiny. ”

"As long as you don't wear red," Ryan said thoughtfully.

Len looked away. "I ...... I don't want to do that. I've seen enough red in my life. ”

Ryan suddenly wondered if her obsession with communist portraits was a subconscious attempt to perpetuate her father's memory. Although it sounds a little too far-fetched, too Freud for him. "Have you considered the bloodflow?" He asked. He knew what needed to be done, but she had to take it.

"It's me," Len replied with a nod, her gaze sterning. "What if...... If the treatment we developed for psychosis doesn't work for him......"

She took a deep breath.

"If that doesn't work," Lunn said with a look of determination. "I'll do it myself."

She wants her father to be euthanized.

"Are you sure?" Ryan asked, concerned about her well-being. This is a terrible test for anyone. "I can help you."

"No, Rihanna. You've done a lot for me. It's my duty. My choice. He is my father's memory. He deserves it. ”

"You're going to be burdened with this pain for the rest of your life."

"I know," Lunn replied, his eyes steadfast. "I know. But I'll do it anyway. I had to do it. ”

It took a while, but she finally decided to get out of her father's shadow. In order to bury his ghost, if the people inside have left forever.

Ryan put a hand on her shoulder in sympathy, causing her to smile sadly. "Thanks, Rayleigh." She said, placing her hand on his. He swore he could feel the heat through the metal gauntlet. "I ...... I know I'm having a hard time with it. A mess. Most people don't have your patience. I wouldn't have stayed so long to help. ”

"We're all shipwrecks," Ryan said. "If we want to live, we have to unite"

"We're sinking ships," she replied, removing her hand. "We".

The computer on the shop floor beeped, and Lunn received a call from McClenburg. A picture of Stitch appears on the screen with Mr. Bo stroking Jugne Henry in the background. "Hello, sir," said the plague doctor. "I've heard that the raid was successful."

"Mr. Bo loves this cozy place," Mr. Bo said in the background, eug-he

Y meowed his hand from the side. "But Mr. Bo felt that his portrait was missing somewhere."

"I put a poster in my room," Ryan said. "I still have M

. Wave Doll, M

. Wave Ring and M

. Wave hats. ”

"And a Mr. Wave-themed candy cart?"

"Now, I like you, but not my car," Ryan replied. The old machine had been with him much longer than his collection of Mr. Bo goods.

"Mr. Bo respects a person who loves cars," the superhero said. "Mr. Bo, I'm sorry I couldn't visit your underwater base. Mr. Bo doesn't like to get wet. ”

"My teammates aren't doing well underwater," Stich said thoughtfully. "Our fight with the Kraken gang seven years ago is proof of that."

"Mr. Bo won't sink," Red Genome protested. He waited. Like a crocodile. ”

"Anyway, while we're talking, the victim of Bliss you sent me here is being treated," Stitch said. "Alchemo is keen to repair the brain damage they have suffered, and the early test results for our Bliss vaccine are promising. Blood therapy has also been shown to be effective. ”

Le

Typing on her keyboard, video footage of mosquitoes and mutts in their underwater habitat appeared on the screen. The knock-off, after taking the real elixir of life, turned each of them into psychopaths, and both received a dose of the vaccine.

Ryan barely recognized the two of them.

Mungel's tumor was gone, and his disfigured face was now smooth and flawless. His bloodshot eyes had returned to their original brown color, and tufts of black hair had grown on his head. He is still as skinny as before, but his posture is upright and his clothes are clean.

As for the mosquito, the courier would not have recognized him at all if there was no video showing his mobile phone number; Because that insect has turned into a person. A stocky man in his early forties, brown-skinned, and without a beard. He was a bit of a Spaniard, with the look of an old drunkard in his eyes.

There does not appear to be a psychotic mutation, and the mosquito can switch back and forth between his insect and human forms.

They are all granted a separate underwater habitat as a nest. He chops onions on the small kitchen counter with a big smile on his face. He looked happy, like a cancer patient miraculously recovered. In contrast, the mosquito is reading a book, apparently bored. Lane couldn't blame him either, as Lane's collection was limited to Karl Marx and Jules Verne.

They look ...... Normal.

And most importantly, they did.

They cured two madmen.

"Did Shalin see that?" Ryan asked. Miss Garshore is getting impatient with the treatment, especially since the alchemist has not yet found a way to transfer her memories back. "We're getting closer and closer to the perfect treatment."

The plague doctor suddenly became less enthusiastic. "It is currently possible to cure psychopaths who have gained superpowers from counterfeits, because our vaccines can destroy blood particles in their circulatory systems and reverse genetic damage. As the case of mosquitoes illustrates, the real elixir took them over and turned them into their former genomes. The problem is when a psychopath uses two true elixirs. ”

Lunn changed the video to Frank the Maniac, or Vladimir the Russian, depending on who you ask. The metal giant stared blankly out of the porthole into the abyss.

"There's no way we can destroy the extra elixir if possible," Stitch explained. "I've heard that there is a white genome among the Augustans, though, that can help."

"Cancellation only inhibits the elixir's connection to their color dimension," Rya

Say. "She won't destroy the elixir itself, nor the mutations it causes."

"What's wrong with this therapy?" Ryan asked, confused.

"Unlike knockoffs, elixirs don't use DNA to exchange information," Stitch explains. "They can understand and modify it, just like a painter and a canvas, but they work on a different level. If one of my plagues alters the target's DNA, even using Neanderthal gene ratios, you think it's the key to managing both forces at once, and the elixir will revert back to its original pattern. ”

"Unless we can inform the 'elixir' of their 'errors' in the binding process, they will reject any DNA modification from the host as an outside influence," Ryan speculated.

The needle nodded. "Exactly what I thought. The bigger problem is those that are not normal, non-d

A biological psychopath, such as your friends Sharin, Frank, or Gemini. Their bodies are made of gas, metal, or shadows, not physical bodies. I don't know what to do with them myself. ”

This makes memory transfer difficult. Their consciousness does not exist in the brain, making it difficult for alchemists to transfer Sharin's memories.

"Maybe the elixir is exchanging information with Flux?" Rya

Suggestion. Based on what he's learned so far, that's his best guess.

"Maybe," Stitch admitted. "But again, this is beyond my expertise, let alone my fellow fellow Alchemists and Dr. Terranor. Mech

o

There is a lot of information on this issue in the database, but it is far from enough. It took years to make imperfect imitations. It could take them a decade to fully reverse-engineer the original potion. ”

"We need more information about the bonding process," Rya

Say. "I know a place where we can learn more about the elixir of life."

"If this is true, I am willing to accompany you," said the plague doctor eagerly. "I was skeptical about the project at first, but now I believe we are close to a great discovery. If we can eliminate the dangerous side effects of the elixir, then we can help society recover. ”

The Messenger felt no reason to reject him. "Of course, but you should change your gloves to mittens."

"Mr. Bo will provide warmth, he is a man of global warming," Mr. Bo said in the background, and Lenn stopped communicating.

Ryan crossed his arms, considered his options, and looked at his best friend. "Can you help, Shorty?"

"That's not my specialty," Lunn replied negatively. "I used the teleporter to push the limits of my abilities, but the elixir of communication ...... That's beyond my ability, Rieley. ”

"Then let's get ready for winter break," Ryan said. "Can you equip the submarine?"

"Yes, of course," she said, nodding. She looked rather eager to leave New Rome. "Do we have time to stop in the Canary Islands on the way?" Kids will love it. ”

"Of course," Ryan replied with a proud smile. A few laps ago, Ryan had considered giving up the ground altogether. She would ask to go to Antarctica immediately, refusing to take a moment to breathe and just enjoying the miracle on the way.

It took a lot of effort on her part, but she was back to life.

As dusk approached, Ryan drove to Mount Augustus to pick up Livia, and then moved to Mars and Venus' home.

Unlike their daughter's apartment, the Augustans lived in an English-style manor house close to Mount Augustus. The edifice is three stories tall and is built of gray stone and stained glass windows instead of marble. Ryan found this to be a good shift from Augustus' obsession with antiquity and Roman aestheticism.

Still, the place is luxurious, with a fountain in the garden and doormen in gorgeous clothes waiting for guests. Ryan noticed several cars near the entrance, including Jamie and Sykes's.

With the destruction of the Elysium Factory, Augustus decides to strengthen the security around Nassinia, along with the daughter of Lightning Bart. When Ryan arrives to pick up his girlfriend, Mortimer and Sparrow escort them all the way to their destination on motorcycles. For a moment, the time traveler felt like he was president again, with bodyguards by his side ready to sacrifice for his safety. Or at least his first lady.

But they did not suspect him of betrayal. Ryan sent a guy named I

cog

Gang members of the ITO do his bait. By using his abilities to pretend to be a messenger, the psychopath provides him with a foolproof alibi. In the eyes of the Augustus, Ryan gambled a large sum of money in their casino while the Happiness Factory burned down. All it takes is a fake elixir to satisfy the addiction of the invisible.

Moreover, Ryan infects him with nanobots, which explode in his blood if he misbehaves. This is the Ankle label of the Mecklen version, and it is very effective.

The Courier swapped out his Saturn armor for a purple shirt and black pants, simple and elegant. Meanwhile, Livia opted for a black turtleneck sweater and pants as if she was going to a funeral instead of a dinner party. In this case, this could not be further from the truth.

Ryan's girlfriend didn't say a word during the trip.

"Are you sulking?" The courier asked as he parked his car near the fountain. Sparrow and Mortimer did the same with their motorcycles. The former stayed near the Plymouth Fury, while the latter exchanged views with the guards and checked the security line.

Livia pulled a phone out of her pocket and gave it to Rya without saying a word

Look at the screen.

This is a photo that her boyfriend sent her after destroying the Happiness Factory. The Courier gave a thumbs up and posed in front of the smoking ruins of the fortress, while Mr. Bo peeked from the right. Ryan draws words on the sand as a message to Lightning Ass.

"Hey, Augie, are you still looking for a lightning rod?"

"It's horrible," Livia said, swapping her phone out. "If we get married, that's the reason for divorce."

"Do you think this joke is bad?"

"Yes, if—" She paused, then rolled her eyes. "Really?"

"When I thought about the idea, I was equally shocked." This time, she laughed. "I don't think I'm spending enough time brainstorming."

"Misfortune doesn't go alone, disaster doesn't go alone," Livia lamented, a smile on her face.

"Come on, I can see you like my pun."

"They're terrible, Ryan," she said, hurting his sensitive heart, "but they're terrible, and they're fun in the end." ”

Ryan looked at the building. "So, what is the plan to save Nasinia from her parents' clutches?" If they lose the drug room, they won't let her out of their sight. ”

"I have an idea, but I need more time to refine it," Livia said. "Whenever your actions have a significant impact, it takes me a while to see the ripples you make."

Her boyfriend's hand grips the steering wheel. "Bacchus kept the test subject in the basement of the factory," he told her. "One of them died."

"I see the possibility," she said, looking away. "I hope I'm wrong."

"Was the victim alive a few days ago?" Ryan asked, his girlfriend nodding hesitantly. "Then in the next cycle, once the Superpowers are resolved, I'll attack the factory."

"Nasinia and Bacchus will be in there," she warned. "It's going to be much more difficult."

"I'll try to." Now that he can destroy Geist and gain access to the Bliss Factory's system, he can easily crush defenses in the next run. "I can take Narsinia to the carnival."

"My father would have reacted very badly."

"I'm not going to give him time."

Livia clasped her hands together and stared at her boyfriend. "You're going to duel him," she said, her voice choked up.

"Yes."

Ryan didn't dare to break the topic publicly, but he couldn't whitewash the facts. Although this may ruin their relationship, Sh

Oud has a point. The courier loves Livia, but not to the point where her father gets away with it. For the good of all, he must be stopped.

"Livia, your father knows about Bacchus' captivity," Ryan said. "We see this at the end of the plant. Not only did he agree, but he sent more victims to perfect his product. He killed Nassinia's parents and thousands of people. Hell, when Bloodstream threatens to turn everyone into tomato juice, he chooses to settle old accounts instead of helping. This shows how little he cares about life. Your dad won't stop killing unless he has to. ”

"I know!" Her voice was hoarse, and the Prophet closed his eyes and held his breath. "I know, Ryan. I know who he is. But he didn't have much time left. I see it. Can't you wait? If we drag it out long enough—"

"When he senses his death imminent, Lightning Ass will thunder and slaughter more people." Ryan was silent for a few seconds before his girlfriend recovered. "Livia, you can't convince him to give up his madness"

"We can," she said. "With you by my side, I can find it."

"Livia, I'll do what I can to help you," Rya

"But I don't think words will work for your father." Not even yours. If the apocalypse can't stop him, there's nothing else he can. ”

"So what should I do?" She asked, holding back tears. "I will allow you to kill my biological father?" Is that what you want?"

"I don't need to kill your father to neutralize him"

"And then what's wrong? Dy

amis and ca

Ival tried everything. It didn't work. Nothing they have works. I've seen how it ends. "She fidgeted with her fingers on her lap." You killed Geist. Somehow. ”

"I did."

"You have something that can kill my father. Or do you think it could. ”

"Yes," Ryan admitted.

Livia bit her lower lip, and Lunn did the same. "Why are you telling me this, Ryan?"

"Because I trust you."

Well, he said it.

"I believe in you." Ryan took her hand, causing her to blush slightly. "I want you to be by my side. Even after we clean up the city, I want to be with you. I hope our relationship continues. I don't want feelings built on lies. I saw the end of Safelite and his Golden Retriever. ”

"It's mean to call my best friend that," Livia replied, her fingers gripping his fingers tightly. "I hope we can work together, Ryan...... But I don't want my boyfriend and my dad to kill each other. "I don't want to see that. I almost said it when he caught you, and I don't think I could take it. Even if you rewind time afterward.

"I ...... I think I can lock your dad up," the courier said. "No one is going to get him out."

"Are you going to send him to Monaco, or are you going to put him in your pocket?" Livia shook her head. "He's going to break out of jail. He has geniuses on his payroll, loyal deputies, and contingencies. ”

"He won't have it for long."

"You can't destroy an entire organization by yourself."

"I could, and I did," Ryan replied. "I'm not alone this time."

"Ryan, I know there's a way. Peaceful settlement. Livia's hand broke free of his. I...... I can accept imprisonment, or forced retirement. But not death. I'm fed up with all these murders and violence. It has to stop somewhere. ”

"You can kill Bacchus," Ryan noted, "but not the guy who gave him the order?"

"Bacchus is not my family," Livia replied restlessly from her seat. "I know it's selfish. I don't deny it. I want to save people, Ryan, but I also don't want to see my family perish. I don't want to make that choice. If you had to kill someone you loved in order to save the world, would you do it?"

"I'll find a third option."

"I was absolutely right. You've said you can do anything if you're given time, and ...... I hope we can find a third option as well. ”

Ryan was silent for a moment, and Livia was gathering her thoughts. She knew that Augustus had to be stopped, and in a way, she understood that there was no way to be peaceful. He could tell it on her face.

Finally, she opened her mouth again, her voice whispering, "Promise me, Ryan." ”

"Promise you what?"

"Please don't kill my father," Livia said, her face serious and heavy. "Please don't kill him. Or we're done. Drag him down from the throne, destroy his kingdom of sin, imprison him underwater until he dies, I... I can live with it. But don't kill him. Please. ”

They stared at each other nervously for half a minute.

If Ryan refuses, he will turn against Livia. She cares about her family as much as he loves his friends. Even if he survives the punishment that follows, the future they have built together will die along with the lightning butt. They will remain mortal enemies.

Augustus deserved it. He may not be as bad as Big Fat Adam, but his crimes are almost as terrible as Big Fat Adam. Over the years, he has killed people all over the world and still does not repent.

However, Ryan has lived so long that he knows there is a punishment worse than death. It's all a matter of imagination.

"I won't kill your father," Ryan swore a vow, much to Livia's relief, "but I'll beat him." "Decisive. I'm going to crush him so that he doesn't dare to threaten anyone again. ”

The Black Supreme gave him the power to harm Augustus, and the time travelers would take advantage of it.

His girlfriend couldn't help but laugh nervously. "Your last encounter was not honorable."

"That's my merit, princess. I can lose a thousand times, but I only need to win once. Ryan looked back at the manor. I won't kill him for your sake. But I'll beat him up, and he'll get his retribution. He has too much blood on his hands, and his victims deserve justice. His punishment will not be fatal, but it will not be merciful either. Do you think you can?"

"It's a compromise," she replied, shaking her head. "No one gets everything we want."

Maybe. But it's better than nothing.

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