Chapter 124 The Last Chance!

Cyborg speed rivaled that of Iron Man, and in some cases, even surpassed him—especially now, when Tony Stark had yet to develop more advanced suits. Both could achieve supersonic flight with ease.

At Mach 2, Anton covered the distance from New York to Brazil in less than three hours.

Near Rio de Janeiro, deep in the rainforest, Anton approached General Ross temporary military base while utilizing Cyborg abilities to monitor the situation.

Though the interrogation room was out of view, Anton had seen Stockman being carried out.

It was clear that Ross had gleaned some understanding of Phil and his group purpose.

Stockman, after all, wasn't known for his loyalty.

Unlike the ninja Karai, Stockman followed orders from The Foot Clan not out of devotion to Shredder but purely out of self-interest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Anton thoughts were brief as he maintained his speed.

The sonic booms from his supersonic flight echoed across the landscape, creating rippling shockwaves that thundered through the skies.

The base loomed ahead, drawing closer by the second.

As the distance closed, the likelihood of being detected grew.

But Anton had never planned on concealing his arrival.

While he could mask his presence from the base radar systems, the noise from the sonic booms and the pressure waves couldn't be hidden from the soldiers' ears.

Besides, if he intended to extract captives from a military force, there was no avoiding a show of strength.

Boom!

The wind roared as shockwaves rolled in from afar.

At the base, soldiers on night duty widened their eyes at the approaching disturbance and immediately sounded the alarm.

Within minutes, a squad of fully armed soldiers assembled in the open field, awaiting orders.

Soon after, General Ross arrived, his expression grim.

His gaze locked onto the silver figure slowing to a steady hover in the distance. The exposed half-face caught Ross attention, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Who are you?" Ross asked, his tone low and cautious. "What do you want?"

Having been stationed in Brazil recently, Ross was completely unaware of the newly famous superhero, Cyborg, back in the United States.

Movies, novels, comics—entertainment centered on Cyborg was far from Ross interests or aesthetic.

"That not important," Anton, now Cyborg, replied calmly, hovering above the military base.

His red electronic eye locked onto Ross, the glowing blue dot on his forehead radiating more brightly.

"You've taken someone I'm here to retrieve."

"Oh?"

Ross expression shifted slightly as he realized what the figure was referring to.

"Stockman and those two unlucky fools?"

He sneered. "I don't care who you are. Once they became my prisoners, they became my captives. If you want to take them from me, you'd better first consider whether the guns in my hands will allow it."

"So, there no reasoning with you," Anton replied, unsurprised but mildly disappointed.

The disappointment wasn't for himself but for Ross.

"Ross! Are you sure you want to oppose me?"

As his words fell, Cyborg hands morphed into sonic cannons. Energy surged, and with a loud boom, a sonic blast landed beside the group of soldiers, creating a massive crater. Debris scattered in all directions.

The shot was a warning, not intended to harm anyone.

"Fire!"

Ross, his expression unflinching, ignored the warning and issued the order.

Bang!

A missile shot toward Anton, now Cyborg.

He shifted slightly, but the missile adjusted its course to follow him.

Homing missile?

The thought crossed Anton mind as he casually launched an energy orb, detonating the missile mid-air above the base.

Boom!

Flames erupted, and shockwaves rippled across the sky.

Ross face grew darker as he realized this opponent was far from ordinary.

"Too little firepower! Increase firepower!" he barked. "Do not let him approach the base!"

"General, his strength far surpasses our current equipment and weapons. There a high chance we won't be able to defeat him," one of Ross subordinates said nervously, offering a cautious suggestion.

The implication was clear—perhaps handing over the three captives would be the wisest course of action.

"Absolutely not!" Ross growled through gritted teeth, his tone firm and unyielding. He glared at his subordinate. "If you dare suggest such a thing again, you'll no longer be a part of my military!"

"Understood! Understood!" the soldier replied hastily, backing off in fear.

The soldier beside Ross was drenched in sweat, terrified of pushing the general too far.

What he failed to understand was that Ross would never relinquish Stockman and the other two captives.

Even though the mission had failed, Ross still needed to deliver results to his superiors.

While the failure wouldn't harm his status or rank, handing over the Teleportation Beacon Stockman represented would undoubtedly elevate him even further.

Strategically, this technology far exceeded the value of his "white whale," Bruce Banner.

As for the robotic adversary hovering above them, weaving effortlessly through the hail of missiles, Ross didn't need to guess why he was here. The answer was obvious: the Teleportation Beacon.

"This technology cannot fall into anyone else hands!"

Ross eyes burned with determination as he glared at the figure gliding overhead, dodging the missiles with ease. Clenching his fists, he made a decision.

"Move the three of them to another location," Ross commanded. "I'll hold off the robot."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers saluted and rushed to the building where Stockman and the others were held.

"Oh?"

Anton, still evading the missile barrage, monitored the movement of Stockman and the others through Cyborg sensors.

Seeing them being led out of the room, he quickly deduced Ross plan.

"What a greedy old fox," Anton muttered with a sigh, deciding not to drag things out any further.

Whoosh!

Hovering in place mid-air, Anton let the missiles continue their relentless approach. Slowly, he brought his hands together in front of his chest, energy radiating intensely around him.

Suddenly, he flung his arms wide, releasing a massive circular shockwave.

The shockwave expanded rapidly, forming visible ripples that spread across the entire base.

Crack, crack, crack!

In the stunned gazes of Ross and his soldiers, every missile froze mid-air as though time had momentarily stopped.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The missiles exploded in succession, creating a dazzling cascade of fiery bursts, almost like a macabre fireworks display.

The blinding light and violent shockwaves sent soldiers stumbling and collapsing, unable to keep their footing.

The ground trembled, and several military aircraft were upended by the force, plunging the base into chaos.

"This...!"

Ross face twisted in shock and disbelief.

The scene unfolding before him was far beyond anything he had imagined.

Although he'd prepared himself for the extraordinary after witnessing Bruce Banner transformation into the Hulk, he now realized his preparations had been woefully insufficient.

Not even close.

As Ross showed no signs of relenting, stubbornly commanding his forces to resist, Anton patience wore thin. His voice, low and resonant, echoed across the base.

"Ross, the question I asked earlier was your last chance!"