Morale was shattered, and the entire underground parking lot was a mess. Fear was a deadly virus, spreading endlessly. People bumped into each other, cursing in fear to bolster their courage, desperate to find a place to hide.
Aside from a few people, no one else stepped forward to intervene. The events that had just occurred had become a nightmare for them forever. If the enemy had been formidable, it would have been nothing more than a one-sided massacre. But this mutant's abilities were bizarre and unheard of, like a demon. His creative abilities were probably only glimpsed in stories and legends.
That is the authority of the Spirit of God.
They were afraid, terrified from the bottom of their hearts. They were only mortals and would not allow themselves to become enemies with such a supernatural being. At least until the mutant's abilities were fully understood and deciphered, they did not want to face him again.
As the roar of the engine faded away, one could tell that the motorcycle this mutant was riding was of high quality.
The thin man who was lucky enough to survive struggled a few times and barely got up. He looked at the figure going away, his mind was unsettled, and he almost died.
Suddenly, an idea struck him again, and he suddenly jumped up, raising his weapon above his head, which scared everyone else.
"Is he another fool who is sure of victory?" people speculated.
The thin man looked serious. He took a deep breath and shouted to the sky, "I succeeded! I beat the enemy away! He fled in panic after being beaten by me. We won!"
A holy light rose from the thin man's body.
For some reason, a few people seemed to be enveloped by a holy light. They stood up excitedly and shouted along, as if they had won an arduous and epic battle, and were honored and their names would be recorded in history.
The thin man was very proud and praised his own wit. He showed off his strength and shouted at Donny's retreating back: "Coward, come on, come on, I'll give you one hand and fight you for three hundred rounds!"
Everyone was speechless. It was too shameless. How could this skinny guy say such shameless words so comfortably?
"I wasn't serious just now. I could easily defeat a level 4 or 3 enemy with just three moves at most! It's just that he ran too fast and I couldn't catch up with him. You see, I really don't have any means of transportation." said the thin man.
Some of the more modest people in the crowd couldn't help themselves any longer and jumped out to kick the skinny guy. It was so embarrassing! I wonder how many big guys were watching here. Why did they have such a weirdo in their team?
They all felt extremely ashamed and too embarrassed to face others. There was no way to steal the credit like this.
The thin guy wanted to yell and provoke to show his bravery, until he saw the little mutant King Kong appear in front of him silently, and he shut up decisively.
No one spoke, they were trembling with fear, as if they were walking on thin ice. The entire parking lot seemed to have been paused, with a dead silence.
The thin man was even more tearful, and all his bold words were choked to death in his mouth.
Why hasn't this little monster left yet?! Its master has already run away! Yes, that mutant must have done it on purpose! He did it on purpose to keep an eye on them!
Insidious guy!
The thin man was indignant, staring at the little Transformer, and then... he forced himself to put on a fawning look, looking at him ingratiatingly. But his eyes and expression were so vivid that anyone who saw him would think he was sincere.
Many of the bigwigs and hackers watching through the cameras were almost fainting, speechless. Where did this weirdo come from? They asked each other who had sent this person, and that was enough.
With a series of ping-pong sounds, the skinny guy was beaten black and blue and sat on the ground. He lost all his temper as the little Transformers jumped up and down and beat him.
Yet, the skinny guy still had a fawning, ingratiating expression, a look of pure sincerity, as if he was enjoying it and even wanted to be beaten again. The people around him were choking on him, feeling so servile that they wanted to roll up their sleeves and beat him up. Where on earth did this weirdo come from? The key question was, who had found this kind of person?
Donnie was speechless, sensing the distance growing longer.
As the energy consumption of the spark gradually increased, he controlled the little Transformers to catch up quickly.
The goal has been achieved. Use a small thing to intimidate them, delay the pace of the large army, and buy him time.
Some big guys couldn't sit still and called their subordinates at the scene, scolding them harshly. It was such a shame that so many people were frightened by a tiny toy and dared not move!
The boss gave a death order, urging them to attack and drive away the mutant.
"We have a general understanding of his abilities, and our database on this mutant is now significantly complete! We must kill him this time. He's not as strong as you think!"
A big boss told his subordinates that motorcycles and the like were not as strong as they imagined. As long as they surrounded them from all sides and fired at them with guns and artillery, they would be destroyed.
This mutant's ability to create objects seems to be closely related to the material used. The better the material, the stronger the mechanical creation! As for the upper limit, it still requires a lot of trial and analysis.
The leaders continued to urge their men to attack. Even if they could get a bullet in, it would be a good thing, because if they couldn't take it this time, their chances would be slim. Even if we didn't consider the fact that the Level 4 mutants had mastered their self-growth frequency and were rapidly becoming stronger, some major forces would no longer allow them to act so recklessly!
This opportunity was both a gift and a deliberate attempt by the powers that be to push them forward as a touchstone for the New Mutants. While Downey's death was a pity, it also proved that he was nothing special and of little value. The powers that be wouldn't make a big fuss over a dead man.
Of course there are exceptions, such as the likes of Magneto, who is sharpening his knife and is sure to take bloody revenge on the murderous forces.
Finally, a Level 4 mutant emerged, one with immense potential. Though somewhat rebellious or arrogant, unwilling to contact his Brotherhood, he was still a rare hero. He had pushed you out as a touchstone, and you were killed by the touchstone. With Old Wan's explosive temper, he'd be damned if he didn't retaliate.
Even if he really wants to kill, this level 4 mutant can only be killed by him. Anyone else who kills him will die!
So theoretically, it would be fine if they recruited him, but if they killed Downey, that force would have to behave itself and make sure it wasn't killed by the enraged Magneto before it could figure out the secret of the fourth-level mutants.
The bosses urged their men to continue the pursuit, but not to act recklessly, as indiscriminate shooting in the bustling city center was a declaration of war against the federal government.
The armed men gritted their teeth, reorganized themselves and planned to give chase.
The skinny guy took the lead, wiping the blood from his nose naturally. Then, an idea struck him, and he shouted, "Come on, come on, all of you, follow me and watch me beat him with one hand! That was just an accident!"
A holy light rose from the thin man's body.
Another group of people were infected by the holy light, screaming and clamoring to teach Tony a lesson.
Everyone was about to faint, and the hot-tempered ones simply cursed, "How shameless! If you were so arrogant, why didn't you just go up and pin the mutant to death, but instead just sit there and watch him act so arrogantly?"
The thin man said, "It was just an accident. If I had made a move, he would have been dead in an instant."
A holy light rose from the thin man's body.
Some big men were infected, and their emotions were excited and their confidence increased inexplicably. They all threatened to capture the mutants alive and were confident of victory.
Some of the big guys simply turned off their monitors and stopped watching. They suddenly became pessimistic about this operation. Even if there were other backup plans, with people like this around, could such a team really succeed?