In a hidden, dilapidated warehouse within the Cactus Nation, another recruitment base for desperate warriors was concealed. The place reeked of filth, violence, drugs, and evil—an incubator for despair-born fighters. Many here hovered at the brink of collapse, their bodies mangled and broken. But under the destruction of drugs, they would be "reborn"—through an injection of the Despair Virus.
The Cactus Nation was a beautiful and diverse land, yet one plagued by corruption and rampant drug abuse. In a remote and dangerous corner of the country, a row of decaying warehouses stood in silence. The door of one such warehouse was boarded shut with old wooden planks, appearing abandoned.
Pushing open that worn-out door revealed a filthy, chaotic scene inside. Trash, broken glass bottles, and discarded syringes littered the ground. A group of ragged vagrants huddled together—Cactus City's marginalized outcasts, addicts, and fallen degenerates.
Most of them were exhausted, physically and mentally drained by drugs—but here, at this recruitment site, they would be given a chance to regain strength. A mysterious organization was recruiting new members, transforming them into loyal warriors granted extraordinary abilities.
The organization's leader was a cold and ruthless woman, her expression dark, her black leather jacket clinging tightly to her form, a gleaming weapon in her hand. She was known as Viper, responsible for recruiting the desperate warriors within the Cactus Nation and injecting them with the lethal virus.
In other words, she was Viper, yet not Viper—because she was one of Viper's stand-ins.
"You pathetic wastes of life, do you desire to change your fate?" Viper's voice was icy and mocking. "If you dare accept the injection of the Despair Virus, you will gain new vitality, new power—you will become super-soldiers."
The vagrants stared at Viper with confusion and longing. In their desperate situation, they could not refuse such an opportunity. They yearned to escape their fate, to gain strength, to break free from the chains of poverty and addiction.
"Injection of the Despair Virus is not easy. You must endure excruciating pain," Viper One said, sweeping her strange gaze over the crowd. "Only pain can bring true power."
"And death," she did not say aloud, though her amused gaze danced over the worthless men before her.
Under the hungry, desperate eyes of the vagrants, the recruitment of despair warriors began. They were led into a damp, dim room where a specialist injected them with drugs. Their frail bodies trembled—but as the Despair Virus flooded their veins, a powerful energy began coursing through them.
They writhed and twisted in agony, their faces contorted. But they did not retreat—they craved power, willing to endure any suffering for a chance at rebirth.
As the virus spread, their bodies began to change. Their eyes became sharp and cold; their muscles grew stronger, displaying immense power. The damage caused by drugs became insignificant in the face of the virus. Instead, a new mental state took hold, making them stronger than ever.
As for failures—they would quickly explode in death, and their bodies would be disposed of by assigned handlers.
When they awoke from unconsciousness, they found themselves transformed. No longer useless trash—their muscles felt unnaturally powerful, their thinking clearer, their senses sharper.
"From now on, you will be death-fighting warriors, serving me," Viper One commanded. "Your mission is to carry out my orders and eliminate anyone who stands in our way."
Hernandez was one of these former addicts. After receiving the Despair Virus, he was stunned to discover changes in his body. His muscles swelled rapidly, his strength skyrocketed—he could now lift heavy objects with ease. His mind and senses also improved drastically, making him feel as though he possessed superpowers.
But alongside his newfound strength, he noticed the dark, cruel desire hidden in Viper One's eyes. Viper One was a beautiful yet dangerous woman, but to Hernandez, she was also an alluring anomaly. He began craving her body, intoxicated by the power surging through him and the twisted fantasies it brought.
Scenes of Viper One flashed repeatedly through Hernandez's mind, making him restless. He tried suppressing his urges, but they only grew stronger. His attraction to her brutality and dominance increased.
With a wicked grin, Hernandez scanned the crowd. Empowered by the virus, he felt invincible—able to crush any enemy, and filled with overwhelming confidence.
He approached Viper One slowly, speaking in a mocking tone:"My master, you're so beautiful that I can't resist you. I can eliminate the person you want gone… and then we can enjoy the pleasure this power brings—together."
Viper One's expression remained blank. She rejected his advance coldly."You should focus on your mission, not on fantasies. Do your job—that is what you are meant to do."
Hernandez paused—then smiled smugly."Haha, so you are interested in me. Don't worry, I'll help you achieve your goals."
He stepped closer—too close—pressing his body toward hers. He reached a hand toward her waist, intending to wrap his arm around her.
But before he even touched her, her eyes grew colder.
In a flash, Viper One drew her icy weapon from her waist and drove it straight into Hernandez's chest. Her movement was as swift as a serpent striking.
His smile froze. Fear flickered in his eyes. Before he could react, the weapon pierced his heart.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Hernandez trembled a few times, then collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.
Viper One withdrew her weapon slowly, her gaze icy as she looked down at the corpse."You dared to toy with me—how foolish. You're just a novice throwing your life away. You're miles away from becoming a true warrior."
The other despair warriors recoiled in horror, faces pale as they backed away.
Captain America, Black Widow, Melinda May, and several agents had secretly infiltrated the Cactus Nation's hidden recruitment site—the secret base of the despair warriors. The filthy, violent, drug-ridden environment disgusted and shocked them, but they understood what was happening: in this foul, corrupted place, the recruitment of these deadly warriors was underway. The marginalized and disabled were being injected with the Despair Virus to gain new vitality and unnatural power.
Captain America frowned, looking around at the broken men injected with the virus. He felt both sympathy and anger. These people were the most vulnerable in Cactus City—trapped in poverty and drug addiction, living in utter hopelessness.
Black Widow stared at Viper One with cold disdain. She detested this evil organization. She knew their background was complicated—and this site was only one of many recruitment points.
Melinda May, a strong and unyielding agent, remained calm. She knew that once these degenerates gained superpowers, they would become formidable enemies.
Agents spread out, observing discreetly. Dressed in plain clothes, they blended with the people of Cactus City inconspicuously.
"This place is utterly corrupt," Captain America muttered in disgust. The country's corruption frustrated him deeply.
Black Widow nodded. "The drug problem here is out of control. The government seems incapable of dealing with it."
Melinda May clenched her fists. "We have to find their headquarters and destroy this organization completely."
As they strategized, Viper One continued her speech, her commanding voice echoing through the warehouse and striking fear into the hearts of the wasteland survivors.
"You will become death-bound warriors and serve me. Your task is to carry out my orders—and annihilate all our enemies."
Hearing this, Captain America frowned even more tightly. He understood the true danger and ambition behind this organization.
"We must find their headquarters and stop this evil plan," he whispered to Black Widow and May.
"Agreed," Black Widow said. "But we can't rush in. This place is crawling with enemies. We must move carefully. Once we find the headquarters—we'll strike."
"We must wipe out this organization as soon as possible," Melinda May said with firm resolve.
The agents gathered intelligence. When night fell, they used the cover of darkness to infiltrate deeper into enemy territory.
Under the eerie moonlit sky, Cactus City felt even more sinister. Captain America, Black Widow, May, and the agents moved silently through narrow alleys and dim streets, cautiously avoiding danger.
Eventually, they reached a building suspected to be the enemy's headquarters. It looked ordinary—but they all knew the evil behind its walls.
"Should we go in?" an agent asked.
Captain America nodded. "Yes. We need more intel before we can make our move."
Black Widow and May followed. They knew the battles ahead would be brutal—but they were determined to uphold justice and end the Despair Warrior Program, destroying the organization's sinister plot once and for all.
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