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M: TSIA Chapter 41: Excuse Me!
🕑 Added 2025-01-03 12:12:53 +0000 UTCLucien's mind had shattered, as if the world around him had simply collapsed.
"Fortunately, my suffering was not in vain," Lance shook his head, looking towards the two female agents trapped in the talisman, and lightly snapped his fingers. "Excuse me!"
Baam!
Melinda and Barbara trembled, and finally, they felt their bodies return to them. Unconsciously, they took a deep breath, trying to calm themselves after the immense pressure.
Melinda immediately reached for the gun on her back, but in an instant, her hand froze. She moved her hand back, squinting her eyes, and asked through clenched teeth, "What are you doing?"
"Calm down, Melinda May, being too eager is not good for your health," Lance replied calmly, his voice flat yet firm. "It's just an ordinary restraining spell. You come from a Chinese family and have received Chinese culture. You should have heard of this. In any case, it won't harm your body."
Melinda stared at Lance with sharp eyes, as if trying to assess his intentions. She pointed towards Lucien and then quickly asked, "What about that man?"
"This man is my prey," Lance replied in a flat, expressionless voice. "How to deal with this man has nothing to do with you." Lance glanced at the boy monster, coldly assessing the situation. "As for these children, I will leave them to you..."
Barbara's lips moved, wanting to say something, but she quickly saw Lance stop and turn towards Lucien. Lance's eyes blazed with a sharp glint that radiated determination. "Well, we still have to eradicate people like this. Good job."
Buzz!!
Two beams of energy as thick as children's arms struck Lucien's body with tremendous force. The rays, emanating at an extremely high temperature, were enough to melt iron, turning this evil doctor to ashes in just two or three breaths.
[Kill the dark doctor and earn 50 points]
Indeed, although this person was weak, Lucien could be considered an elite among low-level monsters, as he had mastered several dark arts and created many dangerous minions.
Lance nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile spreading across his face. He then immediately waved his hand to the two female agents, signaling that the task was complete. "My initial goal is clear, and from here on out, it's up to you two... Ah, by the way, please handle the Southern Front as soon as possible. If the Southern Front isn't dismantled within a week, I will come to you one by one. But don't blame me for not warning you beforehand."
"Wait..." The two female agents clearly did not want to let Lance leave so easily, but before they could stop him, Lance gently raised his hand. In an instant, the blue chains binding the bodies of the monster children vanished, as if swallowed by the air.
Even though Lucien was dead, the orders given by the man remained, deeply rooted in the minds of the monster children. As soon as the blue chains disappeared, they immediately ran out quickly, moving like a pack of wolves released from a cage.
"Damn it!"
The two women were overwhelmed by the onslaught of the monster children, who fiercely charged towards them.
Melinda and Barbara were elites among elite agents. They were equipped with top-notch gear and exceptional combat skills. Even a group of transformed children would not be able to match their combat abilities. However, this time, they were faced with a significant moral dilemma.
They did not want to hurt these unfortunate children—children who had been turned into tools by dark forces. Therefore, even though they had the ability to incapacitate or destroy their opponents, they naturally held back in the fight. Their strikes were more aimed at restraining the movements of the monster children rather than injuring them.
However, in the chaos, they could no longer pay attention to Lance, who was getting further away, indifferent to his already clear orders.
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Detention Unit
Seeing the teenager asleep in the room with a weary face, Coulson let out a deep sigh. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes gazing sadly at the figure. "This reminds me of the acrobatic shows at the circus. Those figures look astonishing and magical on stage, but behind the scenes, they hold very sad stories."
Melinda, standing next to Coulson with her arms crossed, furrowed her brow. There was a note of concern in her voice as she asked, "Can we really help them?"
Coulson shifted his gaze, his tone firm yet filled with conviction. "Don't worry, we will work hard with these kids. We will make sure they find a place where they can live better lives."
Melinda fell silent for a moment, her gaze sharp as if trying to read Coulson's thoughts. "What did you find at the other end of the supply chain?" Melinda finally asked, her tone becoming more serious.
"Oh, yes." Coulson replied slowly, his tone heavy as he began to recount. "I and a few team members managed to rescue a group of people from that horrific operation and bring them to safety. But..." Coulson paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "The rest... I failed to save them all. All the remaining hybrids are now on their way here for treatment."
"Almost all of them?"
As long-time partners for over ten years, Melinda immediately caught something unspoken in Coulson's words.
Coulson gave a faint smile, a smile that didn't quite hide the guilt behind it. "Remember that tentacle girl? The little girl is being transported to Sudan from Borovan."
Melinda raised an eyebrow, her expression turning cold. "You didn't stop it?"
"No." Coulson shrugged with a seemingly relaxed demeanor, although his tone implied more. "But I managed to replace the 'courier'..."
"Barbara?" Melinda asked, her tone calm yet meaningful.
"Yes." Coulson nodded, his expression softening slightly.
"You should have let me go there," Melinda said with a hint of insistence. Though still speaking with pride, there was relief within her. With Barbara replacing her, Melinda knew the child would not be harmed again. In fact, Barbara might teach a bitter lesson to the people in Sudan.
