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Whoosh—
Bang bang bang—
Impact, the fastest among them, instantly transformed into an orange blur, and in the blink of an eye, he sent over a dozen nearby ninjas flying into the air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Seeing this, Hawkeye, who was behind, swiftly drew his bow and nocked an arrow. He didn't even need to aim; sharp arrows precisely pierced the foreheads of the ninjas in mid-air.
Every arrow found its mark!
Hawkeye and Impact worked together seamlessly, astonishing everyone present.
Meanwhile, Blindspot and Steel Claw were not to be outdone, turning and charging in another direction.
The former used his super hearing to locate enemies by sound, agilely dodging the Hand ninjas' attacks, and smashing the heads of his enemies with his alloy short staff.
The latter, like a tank rolling through, charged forward with unmatched ferocity, using his sharp carbon steel claws to pierce the hearts of his enemies.
Hiss~~
Are Vought Corporation's Superpower Squad really that formidable?
The battle, which was originally a losing one, instantly turned around with the addition of four second-tier heroes.
This was undoubtedly the best publicity for the Superpower Squad, meticulously crafted by Vought Corporation!
In an instant, the police force's morale soared, and they gradually began to reallocate personnel to plug the gaps that had just been breached in their defensive line.
However, good times don't last long!
Just as the four second-tier heroes finished clearing out the ninjas within the defensive line and were approaching the rioters outside with sneers, Madame Gao and Murakami, leading The Five Fingers, slowly emerged from behind the crowd, blocking their path.
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this the power Compound V grants you?"
Murakami looked at Blindspot, who was wearing an eye mask, and coldly provoked, "You look like a Daredevil knock-off… and a rather low-end one at that."
Blindspot, who hated being called a Daredevil imitator, immediately roared in anger, "I'm not anyone's knock-off! Watch me smash your head in!"
Then he swung his metal short staff and charged at Murakami.
"Whether it's Vought Corporation, or any other Tom, Dick, or Harry, anyone who dares to hinder Shou's plan will pay a heavy price."
Murakami sneered, completely unfazed by Blindspot's impending attack. He raised his palms, which glowed with a dark forest aura, and clapped them together forcefully in front of him.
Boom—
A terrifying wave of air, carrying destructive power, swept out.
Blindspot, caught off guard, froze for a moment, then flew backward.
He slid back over ten meters on the ground before finally coming to a stop.
Blindspot opened his mouth and spat out several mouthfuls of blood, covering his ears with a pained expression and wailing miserably.
Trickles of blood flowed from his ears.
Clearly, the airwave just now had directly shattered his eardrums, causing him to completely lose his ability to locate sounds.
In fact, not only his eardrums, but even his internal organs were shattered by the pervasive force of that air current.
Pfft—
The next second, just as everyone was still recovering from their shock, Murakami's figure, like a ghost, emerged from a shadow beside Blindspot.
Then, with a swift motion, he used his katana to cut off the opponent's head.
"A knock-off is a knock-off; your strength is pathetically weak!"
Then, Murakami looked at Black Noir provocatively and said, "If you know what's good for you, take your people and get out of here immediately, otherwise… all of you will die!"
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
What the hell is going on?
Blindspot, who was just displaying immense power, was instantly killed?
Not only were the surrounding police officers and the onlookers watching the live broadcast shocked, but Black Noir and the other three were also startled.
What's with the black aura on that guy's Hand?
Did he also use Compound V?
But no matter what, since he killed Blindspot, he must pay the corresponding price.
Swish—
Black Noir was the first to react, silently pulling out a short knife, then charging towards Murakami with a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person.
"Excellent, I've heard for a long time that your combat skills are formidable. Today is a good day to experience them."
Murakami showed no fear; his dark pupils instantly emitted tendrils of black aura, which was the demonic power granted to him by Shou.
Clang!!!
The long blades in their Hands collided heavily in mid-air, sending sparks flying.
Black Noir pressed down with force, but found that the opponent's arm remained completely still.
So he swiftly threw a left punch, like lightning, aiming for Murakami's face.
But the next second, Murakami's other Hand precisely gripped his wrist.
???
A rare look of surprise appeared on Black Noir's face beneath his mask.
Because he found that no matter how much he pulled, he still couldn't break free from the opponent's restraint.
It should be noted that under the enhancement of Compound V, Black Noir's various basic abilities had all been greatly improved.
This included superhuman strength far beyond ordinary people.
Normally, Black Noir could effortlessly lift several tons of cars without any external aid, and could smash through 10-centimeter-thick concrete walls with just his fists.
He could even effortlessly suppress Starlight, who had just been selected for The Seven.
But now, in the contest of strength with Murakami, he had undoubtedly lost?
Can you believe this?
"Hahaha, do you see? This is the power granted to me by Shou; not even Compound V can compare to it…"
Murakami's face showed a hint of maniacal laughter.
Originally, as a high-level ninja specializing in speed and assassination, strength had always been one of his weaknesses.
So, in previous battles, Murakami would subconsciously avoid contests of strength with enemies, instead relying on speed and skill to quickly resolve fights.
But now, the demonic power granted to him by Shou had helped him overcome this weakness.
Murakami's strength had seen a terrifying, exponential increase.
It was many times greater than Black Noir's.
Bang—
Murakami, without warning, unleashed a roundhouse kick that sent Black Noir's muscular figure flying far away, completely denting the body of a police car behind him.
However, this time he wasn't in a hurry to pursue.
Instead, he intended to slowly toy with his opponent like a cat playing with a mouse, thereby plunging these still resisting police officers into complete despair.
After all, Shou had told them that simple killing was not the ultimate goal of this operation, but rather to maximize the spread of panic and chaos.
WTF???
The police officers, including Sheriff Frank Castle, gasped in alarm at the sight.
This guy who suddenly appeared was simply too powerful, wasn't he?
He was so strong that even Black Noir of The Seven wasn't his match?
But soon they discovered that it wasn't just Black Noir who was at a disadvantage.
Even the remaining three second-tier heroes were miserably defeated in their battles with the other three of The Five Fingers.
First was Steel Claw.
As the only female member of the five-person team sent by Vought Corporation this time, she naturally targeted Madame Gao.
Originally, she thought the opponent was just an old, frail woman.
She believed a slight effort would easily resolve the situation.
If she could stand out in this crisis, perhaps in the next selection, she too could, like the unremarkable Starlight, get the opportunity to be promoted to a member of The Seven, thereby gaining more resources and publicity.
So Steel Claw directly charged at Madame Gao, swinging her sharp claws.
However, this time, she was destined to pay a heavy price for her recklessness.
Madame Gao's wrinkled old face showed a sinister, chilling grin.
Then, before the opponent could even get close, she had already gathered a ball of black mist in her right palm, and then thrust it outwards through the air.
A chilling, ghostly claw formed from black mist instantly gripped Steel Claw, who was rushing towards her.
"Uh ah… No… Help…"
Steel Claw let out a desperate shriek, looking at her Hands with disbelief. The once lustrous skin on her arms was visibly turning sallow, loose, and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Clearly, within this black mist, something unspeakable was rapidly draining her life force.
But no matter how she struggled and resisted, she still couldn't break free from the black mist claw's grip.
Her body quickly shriveled up like a mummy.
Then, at the moment her life force was completely drained, she turned into a wisp of ash, scattering on the ground along with her six carbon steel claws.
"This is the blessing of Shou!"
Madame Gao seemed to have received some kind of nourishment from the life force absorbed by the black mist claw, and a sinister glow immediately appeared on her face.
Her originally wrinkled, aged face gradually became smoother and more radiant, looking as if she had reverted to youth.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
I mean, is this really happening?
How the hell are we supposed to stop this?
Are we supposed to give our lives?
This scene immediately turned the faces of the surrounding police officers pale with fear.
Many had already instinctively started to retreat.
After all, it's only a few thousand dollars a month; why risk your life?
"Damn it, these are not ordinary rioters, are they?!"
Hawkeye, seeing another comrade killed, immediately began cursing all the female members of Vought Corporation's high-ranking families in his mind.
Those bastards clearly told him this was just a routine stability operation.
No, you call this routine?
But now, even if he wanted to escape, it was too late.
Because Botou, on the opposite side, had already set his sights on him and was approaching him with a katana whose blade was enveloped in eerie black mist.
Whoosh whoosh—
Hawkeye, while retreating to create distance, quickly drew two arrows from the quiver on his back and, without even aiming, shot them directly towards Botou.
But who would have thought that Botou, on the other side, provocatively closed his eyes and, by perceiving the changes in the 'Qi' around his body, successfully dodged both arrows.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Seeing this, Hawkeye, while rapidly sprinting sideways, fired a dozen more arrows consecutively.
But without exception, all of them were calmly dodged by Botou.
WTF???
That works?
Hawkeye's face showed a look of bewilderment, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead uncontrollably.
His aiming ability and dynamic vision, after being enhanced by Compound V, had reached a level far beyond ordinary people.
So, ever since he debuted, his arrows had always found their mark.
He even once, in a civilian archery competition, surpassed Hawkeye, the top archer in the Avengers, to claim the honor of first place on the archer rankings.
But now, he had missed consecutively at such close range, and his mentality was inevitably on the verge of collapse.
"Are your attacks completely finished?"
Botou opened his dark pupils and said with a sinister grin, "Then it's my turn to make a move."
Almost at the same time as his words fell, he aimed the katana, enveloped in eerie black mist, at Hawkeye's location in the distance.
Whoosh—
The next second, the dark blade strangely elongated, instantly piercing Hawkeye's shoulder, who was caught off guard and hadn't even reacted.
And it pinned him firmly against the wall of a building behind him.
However, what was terrifying was that not only was there no blood flowing from the wound, but Hawkeye's entire body's blood and life force were being rapidly devoured by the blade formed from black mist.
"Uh ah, help…"
Hawkeye struggled to escape while letting out a desperate shriek, but it was all in vain.
He could only watch in despair as his body was drained.
Whoosh—
Just then, an orange flash of lightning appeared from nearby, actually tearing Hawkeye from the wall.
Although this seemingly reckless action would completely cripple Hawkeye's entire left arm, trading one arm for a life was, by any measure, the most cost-effective choice at the moment.
The one who acted was none other than Impact.
Compared to his comrades whose movements were hindered or who died on the spot, Impact fully utilized his speed advantage, playing Sowande, his opponent, in circles.
However, the opponent's body, enhanced by Shou's demonic power, had reached a hardness comparable to Luke Cage's.
As a result, Impact couldn't inflict any substantial damage on this Pirate tank in a short amount of time.
And after seeing his comrades being killed one after another, Impact also had the thought of retreating.
But the problem was, The Daily Bugle's helicopter was broadcasting live overhead.
If he dared to abandon his teammates and run away alone, he would probably instantly become an object of public scorn.
Not only would he never have the chance to step onto the stage of The Seven, but he would also face huge compensation claims from Vought Corporation.
After all, these clauses were all written in black and white in the contract agreement.
Therefore, to make his escape seem less pathetic, he only intervened to save Hawkeye when his life was in peril.
What?
Why only save Hawkeye and not Blindspot and Steel Claw?
Is it racial discrimination and gender discrimination?
No no no, of course not!
You can only blame Blindspot and Steel Claw for dying too quickly.