The Richest Man in the DC World

The key to modern warfare is air supremacy. Whoever controls air power can control the direction of war.

As five Tiger helicopters and two F16s were destroyed one after another, the air power was gone, and only the ground forces and more than 200 special soldiers of the 4th Mechanized Infantry Division could be relied on.

Hector fell from the sky, suspended ten meters above the ground, his dark yellow eyes swept around, greedy and hungry, as if he was picking a delicious big lizard.

Wherever he looked, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"I like you guys."

"The Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division, the ace army that has made countless achievements in battle, I love you to death, you are like delicious strawberry cake, people can't help but swallow it in one bite."

"Come on, attack me, unleash your anger, and turn it into endless fear."

"I like your fear."

The hoarse voice echoed in the street, and every soldier could hear it clearly. A sense of humiliation emerged from the bottom of their hearts. The soldiers gritted their teeth, feeling extremely aggrieved.

As the ace of the army, the 4th Mechanized Infantry Division is the focus of attention everywhere. It has never been humiliated like this.

Carrick took off his hat, threw it on the ground, picked up his assault rifle, and charged, followed by other soldiers, a group of people turned into a torrent, forming a circular encirclement.

The bullets came out of the chamber, densely packed, shooting into the air like rain.

The air suddenly became viscous and heavier countless times, like sludge wriggling and changing in a wetland.

Hector chuckled lightly, stretched out his finger and tapped lightly.

Time paused, and all the bullets shot at him stopped strangely, and then reflected back at an extremely fast speed.

Suppressed muffled roars sounded all around.

In just one click, dozens of soldiers were injured and died.

In front of the powerful Heckert, the 4th Mechanized Infantry Division, known as the number one in the army, is a joke.

Carrick was unwilling to admit it, and rushed forward with a roar. In the next second, he was hit hard in the chest, and his knees fell to the ground, staggering to his knees.

Hector came to him and looked down condescendingly,

"You are their captain."

"That's all!"

The corners of his mouth turned up, with deep disdain. He used to envy the soldiers. Most of the soldiers were tall and burly, unlike him, who was short and ugly. He couldn't even find a girlfriend. Now?

Laughing twice, he raised his finger and aimed at Carrick's head.

The telekinetic force lingered at the fingertips, turning into an invisible impact. Suddenly, a strange feeling came from the side, and he turned his head instinctively.

The ground was churning, and a stone pillar rushed out of the ground, which was extremely thick, and directly flew him out.

Hector frowned slightly in mid-air, a little surprised,

"Superpower? Interesting."

Curious in my heart, I was about to see who was so bold, when the sunlight suddenly brightened, and a white beam of light shot from the floor, covering Hector's body. It temporarily blinded his eyes and left large black spots on his body.

At the same time, three guys in tights appeared on the street.

If it weren't for the FBI pattern on their chests, the terrified soldiers almost regarded them as enemies.

Standalov said with the utmost seriousness,

"You only get one chance."

The other two nodded heavily, Maeve closed her eyes, her skin turned red, and her body temperature rose rapidly.

The other person's body was raised, his limbs became extremely thick, and his muscles exploded. In the blink of an eye, he changed from an inconspicuous 1.7 meters to a giant with a height of more than 2.5 meters.

He grabbed Maeve's ankle, spun around on the spot, and threw it into the air with all his strength.

Standalov took a deep breath, suspended in mid-air, his eyes were filled with light, and his telekinetic power turned into a big hand, tearing Hector's body protection vortex with all his strength.

The difference in energy level between the two is too large, just like an adult and a child. Stendalov exhausted all his energy, and he vomited blood at the corner of his mouth, and he could only tear open a small opening one meter wide.

That's... enough.

Under the powerful blessing, Maeve flew through the small opening like a sharp arrow,

When she came to Hector, her skin had turned dark red, like a red-hot Luotie, the temperature was frighteningly high.

"Die!"

With a roar, Maeve hugged Hector's body, and all the heat accumulated in her body exploded.

boom!

An unimaginable roar came from above, a red dot appeared in the sky, the red dot compressed inward, and then turned into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters.

boom!

The impact of flames came from above, and all the soldiers on the street flew upside down, the flowers and plants burned, the water flow gasified, the street lamps collapsed, turned into molten iron, and sprinkled on the lava-like road.

This level of attack is truly terrifying, almost comparable to a small nuclear bomb.

The street was destroyed badly, two buildings collapsed and turned into ruins, and a dust-free area tens of meters wide appeared on the ground at the center of the explosion.

After a long time, the flames slowly dissipated.

A naked woman fell from the sky, was caught by a giant hand made of rocks, and sent to the next floor.

With the help of his subordinates, Carrick climbed out of the car and looked up at the sky with hope in his eyes. There were many people like him. Soldiers, citizens, and the five strongest forces of the FBI all raised their heads. Even the family members who were frightened by the battle The cat also quietly revealed its head.

At this time, the time has come to six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sunset puts a layer of red makeup on the sky and the earth, coupled with the faint capes in the distance, the sea and the sky are connected, it is really beautiful.

"do you died?"

"Maybe!"

"That kind of attack, it is impossible not to die."

"Damn bastard, dead and clean, there is no scum left."

"Yes, dead."

"Finally dead."

"Hector Hammond is dead, we won, we won!"

Someone cheered loudly, jumped up and down, very excited, and the joyful atmosphere was passed on to each other. Soon, the whole street became lively.

Only Stendalov stared at the collapsed building in the distance with his cheeks tensed. When his companion noticed something, he grabbed his head with both hands, his face full of disbelief.

"No way, Fuck! How is it possible!"

"That's Maeve's highest energy, won't it kill you?"

Standalov's face became more and more ugly, and when he noticed the rapidly growing Nian energy in the ruins, he couldn't help but hissed,

"Run! Run, he's alive, he's not dead."

"Quickly retreat!"

Before the words were finished, broken stones flew up strangely, one after another, and soon, the entire ruins and hundreds of stone bricks were suspended.

Yellow particles overflowed from it, holding Hector's half-broken head and appearing in everyone's field of vision.

At this moment, the world is quiet.

Carrick clenched his fists, his face was full of unwillingness, but there was fear in the depths of his eyes.

He was afraid, and everyone was afraid. This was not a psychological factor, but a biological instinct in the face of absolute power.

Power brings despair, and despair breeds fear. Once fear takes root in the soul, it only takes the blink of an eye to grow into a towering tree.

Hector wants this fear, he feeds on fear, fear is his source of strength.

ps: Ask a question, who wants to be Heckert?