novelraw Chapter 55: Going Crazy
Chapter 55: Going Crazy
The 9mm bullet accurately hit Lucas's calf.
But the scene of flesh and blood bursting open that Slade had envisioned did not appear.
He heard a dull, piercing sound, like the clanging of metal.
Immediately afterwards, Slade's pupils contracted sharply.
The boy's calves were as solid as if they were cast in steel, deflecting the bullet directly.
There wasn't even a faint mark left; the only thing was a hole in the leg of what looked like brand-new jeans.
Before he could react, a large hand had already landed on his neck.
next moment.
A strong feeling of suffocation washed over me.
Slade felt like a weightless doll, being lifted up by the neck by this tall, strong boy.
The other party remained calm, clearly not using much force.
What kind of freak is this?!
Slade's face instantly filled with horror.
As a participant in the Super Soldier Serum program, his physical abilities, reaction time, and intelligence all increased dramatically after the experiment was successful. He was able to dodge bullets with his bare hands, easily lift a civilian light vehicle, and shatter 30-centimeter-thick concrete with a single punch. His brain was also developed to 90% of its full potential.
For ordinary people, he is no less than a superman.
But at this moment, Slade felt that he was unable to put up any effective resistance.
The other person's hand gripping his neck was like a pair of iron clamps forged from pure iron, with an almost exaggerated strength, firmly restraining all his room for struggle.
The feeling of oxygen deprivation spread rapidly, and even Slade, whose physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, couldn't help but experience blurred vision and seeing stars.
"A pair of pants for $3,262, is that too much to ask? This is my new must-have."
A cool, calm voice slowly rang in Slade's ears.
Before he could reply, Lucas had already reached into Slade's waist with his other hand and quickly pulled out the distressed, bulging leather wallet.
Immediately afterwards, the force holding his neck suddenly loosened.
The next moment, he felt himself briefly suspended in mid-air, then his entire body was casually thrown dozens of meters away like a broken sandbag, crashing heavily onto the grassy forest floor.
Lucas weighed the deliberately distressed, predominantly black, dark red-embellished short folding leather wallet in his hand, his gaze lingering on Slade, who had landed in disarray in the distance.
Slade quickly got up but did not run away.
His years of combat experience told him that running away would only lead to an even faster death.
Even with his reaction speed, which was more than ten times that of an ordinary person, he didn't notice the speed at which the other party had just rushed over.
This shows that the boy's speed is beyond imagination.
Super speed, super strength, and that unimaginable steel body...
Faced with such a huge disparity in strength, Slade knew he had to put away all his ulterior motives.
At the same time, he vaguely sensed that this young killer who had single-handedly destroyed the vampire biochemical experiment did not seem to intend to deal with him so easily.
Otherwise, there's no need to lose money.
Although those pants were incredibly expensive.
But wouldn't it be better to just pick up the corpse directly?
"Tell me, Mr. Slade, who sent you? I thought that matter was over, after all these days."
As he spoke, Lucas tossed his noticeably deflated wallet to Slade.
Slade took it, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Amanda Waller sent me."
As a top-tier mercenary with unparalleled pride, Deathstroke would never kneel down and beg for mercy in public, nor would he grovel and speak softly. However, he has always been a pragmatist and would compromise when he knows he is no match for the enemy.
"Amanda Waller?" Lucas was unfamiliar with the name.
"She's the director of the Sky Eye Association, you know, a truly powerful figure. Like all working people, I hate my superiors, especially her. After all, that damned old woman, relying on her power and institutional resources, treats everyone like pawns."
Slade made no attempt to hide his disgust for Amanda Waller.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Lucas. He was only concerned about whether the other party would send someone over, and who they would send.
To be honest, he doesn't like trouble, especially this kind of endless trouble.
Sometimes, to save himself the trouble, he would choose to cut off the problem at its source.
This requires us to assess the strength of the Sky Eye Association.
Lucas said, "Mr. Slade, I'm not interested in your business with your boss. Please tell me, what kind of organization is SkyEye?"
Slade wasn't surprised; unless the organization proactively contacts you, very few people have heard of them.
"The Sky Eye Society, officially known as the Advanced Superhuman Joint Research Group, is headquartered in Washington and New York. It is affiliated with the Department of Homeland Security and consists of ordinary agents, cyborgs, and superhuman prisoners. It has the highest jurisdiction over superhuman incidents and can sometimes even mobilize the military..."
After hearing this, Lucas immediately abandoned his idea of destroying the Sky Eye Society.
He wouldn't mind intervening if it were just a small, private organization.
However, directly clashing with the military is not in his interest.
Furthermore, his current strength does not allow him to do this.
"If I let you go, you should know how to answer, right?"
Lucas looked at Slade.
"I know exactly how to handle her." Slade remained noncommittal, rubbing his temples with a puzzled expression. "But you really intend to let me go?"
If it were him, he would definitely kill him to silence him.
"I don't believe that killing you will silence this 'heavenly eye' you speak of... Besides, do you think killing you now is more cruel, or are the traumas more cruel to you?"
Lucas gave a half-smile.
Slade's expression changed repeatedly.
The other party's understanding of him completely exceeded his expectations.
"Of course, Mr. Slade, I'm always a cautious person, so..."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lucas felt a slight stirring in his heart.
A deathly silence suddenly enveloped the surrounding area.
In Slade's suddenly stunned gaze,
Everything around us receded and blurred at a visible speed, as if being stripped of reality by an invisible force.
A sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot into his temples.
The next instant, his vision was completely enveloped by darkness.
There is no sound, no light or shadow, only endless darkness and a layer of calm, shallow water beneath your feet.
Before Slade's tense nerves could even relax,
Not far away, scenes unfolded before his eyes in a three-dimensional way, so realistic that he couldn't distinguish them at all—
The moment his right eye was ripped open by his wife's close-range gunshot.
The battlefield was a scene of carnage, with corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.
The despair of children turning against their parents and even closest relatives becoming enemies—
All the traumas that the death knell buried, deliberately suppressed, and refused to recall throughout his life are now being replayed and magnified.
Slade could even sense the despair, anger, and sorrow emanating from everyone...
I can't close my eyes, I can't hide.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
Reason was constantly being shaken.
I can't tell whether I'm in the present moment or falling back into those painful memories.
The only thing he knew was that
He's going crazy.