That last blow dealt a heavy injury to Heickert; his body was gone, leaving only a tattered head, yet even so, he wasn't dead.
He was like an unkillable alien species, capable of surviving any attack.
It was terrifying!
An atmosphere of fear spread through the streets.
The people who had been cheering moments ago seemed to have their throats choked, their faces flushed, unable to utter a single word.
Everyone involuntarily retreated, seemingly wanting to escape. Carrick looked at Stansfield not far away, his eyes full of inquiry, and the latter shook his head bitterly.
Seeing this, he could only suppress the unwillingness in his heart and roared out the order to retreat.
The 4th Mechanized Infantry Division had never retreated from a battlefield since its creation; this was the first time, a shameful first.
Once the order spread, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They would rather face the enemy with bayonets on the battlefield than encounter something like this.
Unkillable, indestructible, strong recovery ability, and an unpredictable psychic power... it was simply a devil!
The situation had developed to this point, meaning the annihilation operation had completely failed. The next step was to minimize casualties as much as possible.
The soldiers withdrew with the wounded, while Heickert did not pursue. Instead, he watched with interest, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if waiting for something.
Soon, he felt it.
The fear emanating from the soldiers, from the depths of their souls—this fear was different from that of ordinary people; it was so sweet, so pure, like freshly baked cake or sashimi cut from a live fish.
"You are all mine."
Heickert shouted excitedly, yellow light beams shooting from his eyes. Wherever the light beams touched, the soldiers froze in place, their faces contorted and twitching, revealing deep despair. Their bodies trembled, and yellow particles began to seep out.
"No good!"
Stansfield's expression changed drastically. "Malin, stop him! He must not be allowed to swallow the yellow particles."
Malin, hidden between the floors, raised his hands, white light converging in his palms. Suddenly, a yellow light beam swept over, and the fear in his heart instantly magnified countless times. He let out a cry, fighting with all his might, his body trembling as if struck by a fever. Slowly, yellow particles seeped from his skin, and he stood still like a statue.
Heickert laughed greedily. Whether citizens, soldiers, or powerful superhumans, as long as they harbored fear, as long as they were illuminated by the yellow light, they would become his prey.
Formidable power, invincible power, power that controls everything.
He loved this ability.
The yellow light swept across the street, and everyone stopped, their faces filled with terror, motionless. Even Stansfield, who was struggling to resist, and the earth-elemental superhuman hidden underground were no exception.
Yellow particles overflowed from their bodies, shimmering like fireflies, covering the entire block in a bright yellow veil.
Heickert opened his mouth, and the yellow particles transformed into torrents, surging towards him.
"It's over!"
In the White House office, the bigwigs watching the battle through drones closed their eyes, unable to bear what was to come.
President Joel Nash's face was stern, looking as awful as it could be. Although he detested the Department of Justice and the military, wishing them dead, it didn't mean he wanted to see such an outcome.
He was the President, the highest leader of the White House. If the operation failed, no matter how he explained it, the public would surely blame him, especially after so many elites had died.
The superhuman quintet was the FBI's top combat force, and the 4th Mechanized Infantry Division was the military's ace. If both were lost here, the government's ability to respond to emergencies would be greatly diminished, and that would be the most terrifying thing.
Just then, Vice President Dick Cheney's assistant walked in and whispered a few words in his ear. Dick Cheney immediately got up and left the office, not knowing what was said.
Once outside, he answered his phone and said in a serious tone,
"Luke Shaw?"
"Hello, Mr. Vice President."
Dick Cheney had no time for pleasantries and went straight to the point, "Amanda told me you could deal with Heickert Hammond. I want to know if that's true."
"I have conditions."
Dick Cheney's face darkened, cursing inwardly, but he had to endure it. "As long as you can deal with him, I'll agree to any condition."
"Mr. Vice President, your words are not trustworthy. How about this: I'll end this battle first, and we can discuss the rest later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the call was disconnected.
"Damn Asian!"
Dick Cheney cursed angrily. When he returned to the office, he found everyone staring at the screen, or more precisely, at the emergency message from the meteorological bureau.
In the sky, covered with red clouds, a red light appeared. The red light rapidly grew, turning into a huge, blazing fireball.
"Meteorite!"
The people in the room were shocked. Heickert's matter wasn't over yet, and now a meteorite was flying in. Was God punishing America?
"No!"
"The meteorite's direction is wrong."
Someone noticed something and exclaimed in surprise, "It seems to be falling here..."
The meteorite descended.
After a few days, Coast City welcomed another large purple meteorite, but compared to before, its volume had significantly shrunk, now only a dozen meters across.
The meteorite appeared in the sky, falling rapidly. The ball of fire was so bright and dazzling, piercing through layers of dark clouds, leaving behind mottled light and shadow.
At this moment, not only Heickert but also the surrounding soldiers and FBI agents were stunned.
A meteorite?
Why was there a meteorite? And, was it falling in this direction? What was happening? Could it be that God disapproved of Heickert's evil deeds and sent down divine punishment?
"FUCK!"
Heickert couldn't help but curse, ignoring the absorption of yellow particles, and quickly deployed layers of psychic fields in front of him.
Half a second later.
The meteorite pierced through the building.
Boom!
A deafening roar, enough to pierce eardrums, came. The air was compressed, then transformed into a destructive fiery impact. Everything within a hundred meters vanished: cars, grass, buildings—everything was blown away.
A Category 12 hurricane swept across the ground.
Carrick and the others only felt a flash of fire, and then their vision plunged into darkness. Their bodies were twisted into various shapes by the impact, and they were sent flying far away along with cars, rocks, and vegetation.
This impact was dozens of times more powerful than before, with a radiation range exceeding a thousand meters. Dust flew, swirling with the eddies, forming small tornadoes.
The surrounding temperature was extremely high, and the ground even showed signs of melting.
After a long while, the dust slowly dissipated. The street had vanished, replaced by a crater a hundred meters in diameter. Luke, clad in Ghost Armor, appeared at the edge of the crater, standing side by side with Carol, who was in a sexy outfit.
"Isn't it too big?" Carol said worriedly.
"Not too big, not too small, just right."
Carol fumed, "I'm talking about the meteorite!"
Luke moved his gaze from her chest and said expressionlessly, "I'm talking about the meteorite too."
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