manynovel Chapter 23 With a sharp blade in his heart, the desire to kill arises spontaneously.
Chapter 23 With a sharp blade in his heart, the desire to kill arises spontaneously.
As the stars rise and begin their day, filled with negative energy, a superhuman battle of the highest caliber in decades is raging over the Pacific Ocean.
There are no "supervillains" in this world; they only exist in Walter's movies, TV shows, and comic books. Everyone plays the hero, peacefully putting on an act, fooling fools and getting paid—why fight and kill?
Storm was in a sorry state. She kept using lightning to force Joey back, but she still couldn't stop the distance between them from closing. Especially after failing to dodge a lightning bolt, both she and Joey realized that lightning could not cause them any effective damage.
Storm still doesn't understand why the other party is so angry. In her view, she and superhumans like Joey are the same kind of people, the highest level of humans. White people can barely be considered human, but black and yellow people are no different from animals.
Would you care how many animals you kill in a single hunt?
"Joey, don't go against your own people for these things."
"You must pay the price for what you've done!"
Joey darted close to Storm, grabbing the hem of her clothes. Storm accelerated and twisted, elbowing Joey into the sea.
"Use your brain, Joey! People like us don't have to pay a price for anything we do."
Storm had already figured out a way to get rid of Joey's entanglement. She stretched out her hands to gather power, and a cyclone several times stronger than before was forming. At the same time, she flew towards a direction closer to the coastline:
"Joey, I know you can hear me! You need to calm down and stop chasing me, or we'll both die along with all these bugs on the coast!"
Joey could hear it, of course. He could even hear the sobs and cries of people who had lost everything on the West African coast, thousands of miles away, in the land ravaged by hurricanes.
Joey burst out of the water, froze part of the sea with a gentle breath, and then hurled tens of tons of ice towards the direction Storm was fleeing, like throwing a discus.
He may not yet have figured out how to responsibly use his extraordinary power, but he at least knows how not to use this superhuman strength.
Storm's actions have seriously crossed her own moral bottom line.
Joey doesn't consider himself a saint, nor has he ever demanded saintly standards from others, including the Vought International superheroes who lack manners.
No one dictates that having superpowers means you have to be like Spider-Man, with great power comes great responsibility, almost abandoning normal social life to devote yourself entirely to the cause of chivalry.
He acknowledges and tolerates the gray areas of this world, but something as purely dark as Storm is a scourge to everyone.
Storm Girl unleashed another bolt of lightning, shattering the thrown ice block. At the same time, she couldn't help but admire Joey's astonishing ability and strength.
"Look at the power you possess! Why waste it on internal strife with your own kind?"
Joey charged straight at Storm Woman again through the mist from the shattered ice, but had to stop the pursuit halfway through to level the pressure difference, lest the giant typhoon summoned by Storm Woman sweep across the entire South Pacific islands.
Joey watched as Storm got closer and closer to the shoreline, unsure of what to do.
Storm is undoubtedly a very powerful superhuman. If he continues to pursue her, their entanglement will undoubtedly affect countless residents along the coast.
unless……
Storm had committed such a crime, and Joey had chased after her with the intention of subduing her and then putting her on trial.
But in this world, how can someone like her receive the judgment she deserves?
This is over the Pacific Ocean, with no witnesses or physical evidence, only yourself and the other side.
It's just yourself and the other person.
"Storm Girl, stop!"
Storm Girl ignored it.
Joey shouted in the direction Storm had left, as if he had made up his mind:
"Clara, this is your last chance!"
Storm remained unconcerned.
She was quite tolerant of all white superhumans, treating them as "one of her own," and the same was true for Joey.
Furthermore, as one of the strongest superhumans, she has undergone a series of tests by Vought International, and there is almost nothing on this planet that can harm her.
Behind Storm's back, which Storm couldn't see, Joey's eyes began to gradually turn red.
Then two thick beams of heat easily pierced through her from behind, and the residual heat from them ignited her entire body.
Joey's blood-red cloak billowed in the air as he watched the burning figure plummet into the sea from thousands of meters above.
At this moment, he could no longer hear the cries and prayers of those who had been slaughtered.
Finally, there is peace.
For most superheroes, crossing that line is unacceptable, and this is especially true for Superman.
For an ordinary person to kill another person, it might require meticulous planning, careful preparation, and a long period of action.
But for Superman, killing one person or killing an entire planet's population is just the difference between crushing an ant and drowning a nest of ants.
Joey had always been afraid to take on his responsibilities because he feared he would end up in this situation.
He considers himself a Kryptonian basking in the yellow sunlight, yet he doesn't believe he possesses the kindness and generosity of Clark Kent.
With a sharp weapon in one's heart, who can guarantee that one won't be tempted to kill?
At least Joey can't guarantee that.
When he made up his mind to kill, all other possible solutions in his mind gave way to this decision.
Joey left the area without a word and flew towards Kansas.
Others might panic and regret their decision when they kill for the first time, but after thinking it over, Joey felt only immense peace.
And this decision was incredibly efficient.
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Hughie is now also facing the dilemma of murder.
You can easily decide a person's life or death by pressing a button, and that person's existence just happens to pose a real threat to your life.
How could you resist pressing that button?
"Child, this is not your fault."
Butcher came over and gently comforted Hughie:
"He was trying to escape, and you did this to protect us."
He wanted to pat Hughie on the shoulder, but the latter was covered in the blood and flesh of the Invisible Man, which had been blown apart by C4, making it impossible for him to do so.
[That's right, it's either you or him. Think about Luo Bin, do you want to end up like your girlfriend?]
"You didn't say anything just now, did you?"
This wasn't the first time Hughie had heard such whispers in his ear. At first, he thought it was Butcher, but later he discovered that he heard the same voice when he was alone.
It was this voice that urged me to press the button in time, preventing the invisible man from escaping.
Hughie felt that he had developed some mental problems due to the high-pressure environment he had been under these past few days.