In order to prevent him from continuing to use his superpowers, Arthur must take corresponding measures and close his eyes tightly.

The body rushed down in the general direction, and his hands quickly reached out and grabbed his head. His mind was shocked by the storm, and he instantly realized what he was going to do.

Hold Arthur's arms with your backhand and push upwards with force.

"Damn it!"

Cursing secretly, he no longer hesitated, lowered his head and opened his eyes, his heat gaze penetrated the belly of the mind storm, moved his gaze upward, cut open the skin and muscles, melted away the ribs, and burned the heart.

Feeling the opponent's strength weakening, Arthur put his hand back on his head again and inserted two thumbs into his eye sockets.

Stir twice and pull it out.

"You're late."

With a long breath, Arthur stood up from the ground and looked back at the belated soldier boy.

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as he's dead." The soldier boy shrugged, holding a cigarette in his mouth and heading back the way he came.

Blood debt has been paid with blood. Only one person is left, black.

Butcher slowly opened his eyes, turned around and saw the wreckage of the psychic storm, showed his big white teeth to Arthur, and followed behind the soldier boy.

The time for revenge is getting closer and closer.

"Buzzing..."

His thighs trembled slightly as his phone vibrated. Arthur glanced at the two people in front of him and took out his phone without leaving a trace.

"Edgar: Stay where you are."

He frowned and realized that this matter was not simple.

Arthur ignored Edgar's message, crossed the wreckage of the psychic storm, and walked toward the foot of the mountain.

He did not have a close relationship with Edgar.

It only exists in a few words.

Edgar wants to kill the Super Seven and Soldier Boy, and Arthur wants to kill everyone in Walt.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Edgar knew this.

A few days ago, Edgar used some unknown method to add Arthur's contact information.

Arthur followed the trend, pretending to cooperate with him and exchanging "intelligence" with each other.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't suffer any loss.

While walking, he was alert to his surroundings. Arthur did not rule out that Edgar wanted to use this sentence to keep him where he was, so that he could better snipe him.

Bang!

A black shadow jumped out from behind the tree and threw the soldier boy down. His fists were fierce and powerful, and each blow made a loud sound.

"What the hell!" Butcher pulled out the pistol from his back, aimed at the transvestite riding on the soldier boy, and pulled the trigger.

The soldier boy was stunned by the sudden attack. The pain on his face brought him back to reality and he tried his best to resist.

Arthur looked at the Jupiter Hunter and frowned deeper.

Not from the motherland.

Although he knew that Edgar would deceive him, Arthur never thought that he would send a "no-name" newcomer to kill the soldier boy.

In this case…

The heat vision shot out, knocking the Jupiter hunter away, leaving a small scorch on his uniform.

The soldier boy stood up from the ground, spitting blood, and was about to start the second battle when his body suddenly stopped.

Blood gushed from his nostrils, flowed over his lips, and dripped on his chest.

This is almost impossible to happen.

He had never had a nosebleed in combat.

"Has your brain been damaged?" Arthur came to the soldier boy's side and said sarcastically.

"Just go die."

The soldier boy concentrated his attention, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a burning anger in his heart: "Do you think you are very powerful?"

"Don't you think so?" the Jupiter hunter glanced at the place hit by the heat vision and asked.

The eagle iron shield was thrown out by the soldier boy and whirled in the air, making a whine that ripped through the air.

The Jupiter hunter was on guard for a long time, and at the same time as his body reacted subconsciously, a crimson ray of light approached his face. There was no way to avoid it.

"Shet!"

The two of them are like battlefield veterans who have worked together for a long time, with a perfect tacit understanding.

Soldier Boy took advantage of Arthur's attack gap to break through to the Jupiter Hunter, unleashing his ultra-high-standard fighting skills and unparalleled strength on his body.

The fists collided with the flesh at extremely high speeds, the loud noises were like a heavy rain, and the air was trembling.

His arms were raised to protect his face, the cloth and dough on his face were stuck together, and there was a hint of barbecue aroma in the air.

The Jupiter hunter was not annoyed or angry because of the two men's joint attack.

Instead, a weird smile appeared on his face, which was extremely terrifying.

The pain was like pleasure, constantly hitting the nerves in his brain, making him unable to put it down.

Boom!

Finding the right moment, he hit the soldier boy's jaw hard with his elbow, interrupting the offensive.

The soldier boy was filled with anger and knocked him to the ground hard. His chest heaved violently, and a golden-red light appeared under his uniform.

His expression condensed, the Jupiter hunter put away his playful attitude, kicked the soldier boy's calf, causing him to lose balance, kicked his legs out like springs, and kicked the soldier boy's abdomen again, making him fall back.

Using this force, Jupiter Hunter rolled up from the ground.

The soil beneath him has been compacted by the fighting, and some depressions have appeared.

"Again…"

The heat vision washed its face again, Butcher shouldered the bazooka, pulled the trigger, and yelled: "Hey! Bitchi!"

boom!

The explosion set off strong winds and billowing smoke. The soldier boy stopped and exhaled an angry voice from his mouth.

The energy cannon on the chest is intertwined with the heat vision.

The Jupiter Hunter was knocked away by this energy, breaking the tree and falling into the hillside.

The soldier boy who had just released his "enthusiasm" was breathing heavily and put his hands on his knees.

For a moment, I just felt that my body was hollowed out and I was exhausted.

Arthur withdrew his heat gaze, his eyes red.

He looked at the soldier boy and stepped forward to check the situation alone.

"cough!"

The Jupiter hunter lay in the dry soil, his chest was sunken, his abdomen was penetrated by branches, and he was coughing up blood.

His consciousness was blurring in fits and starts, and he could feel severe stinging pain with every breath he took.

After thinking for a long time, Arthur took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent one to Edgar along with a message.

"Don't send out the kittens and puppies. Only the people of the motherland can defeat the soldier boy. I reminded you."

"What are you doing?" The recovered soldier boy stepped forward.

Arthur turned off the screen and looked calm: "Take a photo as a souvenir."

Watching the soldier boy smash his head with his shield, Arthur began to wonder if this guy had any strange habits.

I like headshots.

"Guys, we have to leave as soon as possible." Butcher shouted in the distance.

He didn't know if anyone from Walter would come over.

Arthur put his phone back in his pocket, walked away quickly with light steps.

This guy is really strong, but his brain is not very good.

The soldier boy spat and his nosebleed started flowing again.

…

Edgar looked at the photos on the screen and breathed heavily.

The trump card he thought he could clear out was already over before it even started.

He could even see Arthur's hateful face on the other side of the screen.

"Sir? Sir!" shouted a smart and capable female white-collar worker in a professional suit in front of the conference table.

Edgar shook his head slightly, turned off the screen, and concentrated: "Maureen, do you have any questions?"

"Should the research on Provisional No. 5 be stopped?" Maureen had great doubts about this.

Motherland, Black, and Locomotive lost contact one after another.

Public outcry intensified, and various suspicions arose.

The company's stock is falling continuously and has almost reached its lowest level in ten years.

"No, Maureen, temporary number five is Walter's hope for the future." Edgar confirmed with a tone that left no room for doubt.

He will never give up on the Provisional Plan 5.

Because this will be the key for Watt to turn around and become a pharmaceutical company again.


Chapter completed!