Chapter 125 Overwhelming Force!

Cyborg voice reverberated through the entire base.

Even amidst the roaring shockwaves, the endless barrage of missiles, and the acrid scent of smoke and gunfire in the air, the sheer weight of his words carried a terrifying authority that was impossible to ignore.

The soldiers were visibly on edge.

From the brief but intense skirmish, they had come to a stark realization: this man was far beyond ordinary.

With effortless precision, he had neutralized every incoming missile.

A man wielding such overwhelming power had undoubtedly surpassed human limits, reaching a level that the soldiers could only dream of.

Perhaps only the legendary Captain America, said to have been enhanced into a "super-soldier" in the previous century, could stand a chance against him.

The soldiers understood the gravity of the situation.

"Last chance?"

Behind them, Ross muttered the words, a derisive smirk spreading across his face.

No one could threaten him.

"Blonsky," Ross called out, turning to the colonel standing beside him, poised and ready for action.

Emil Blonsky had proven himself during the pursuit of Bruce Banner, showcasing exceptional combat skills and tactical acumen.

Though the mission had ultimately failed, it didn't diminish Blonsky contribution.

Ross had a high opinion of him.

Without Blonsky efforts, the losses from the failed mission would have been even greater.

Especially after Banner had escaped via the Mind Transmission Device, Blonsky decisive actions against Stockman group had been invaluable, leading to the eventual defeat of their foes.

The "foes" in this case were the Foot Clan remnants, who had undergone extensive combat training and posed a considerable challenge.

Blonsky had also managed to track down the location of Stockman and the other captives.

If the Teleportation Beacon were to fall into Ross hands, Blonsky contributions would undoubtedly be part of the credit.

Of course, the largest share of the glory would belong to Ross himself.

"You're not intimidated by that robot, are you?" Ross asked in a steady tone, glancing at Blonsky.

"Of course not!" Blonsky replied without hesitation, his expression resolute.

Blonsky grinned widely, his excitement barely contained as he raised his weapon loaded with armor-piercing rounds. Glancing at Ross, he nodded. "I can't wait!"

"Good. You're in command here now," Ross replied, stepping back while keeping his eyes on the hovering enemy above. His expression remained grave.

"Don't let me down," Ross added, his tone firm. "We must hold this robot off."

As he spoke, a soldier stationed at the base edge signaled to Ross. It was the team assigned to relocate Stockman and the other two captives.

Everything was ready.

Ross had ordered them to transport the three prisoners out of Rio and back to the U.S. through alternative channels.

While Ross had boldly declared he wouldn't hand over the captives, he wasn't foolish. He understood the necessity of adapting to the situation.

The robot combat capabilities clearly exceeded what the military current arsenal could handle.

Given the circumstances, the only way to keep Stockman and his group out of the enemy hands was to move them to safety first.

The key was to ensure the Teleportation Beacon didn't fall into the wrong hands.

For that to happen, someone needed to delay the enemy—and Emil Blonsky was the obvious choice.

Ross, with his age and physical limitations, wouldn't be leading the charge.

Blonsky didn't mind. Half a war junkie, he found the situation exhilarating.

Refocusing, Blonsky suppressed his arrogance, locked his gaze on the airborne target, and aimed his weapon.

Seconds later:

Bang!

The powerful armor-piercing round was fired.

Anton, as Cyborg, sensed the projectile approach and quickly dodged, the shell narrowly missing his head.

Whoosh!

The round zipped past, missing by mere inches.

Anton gaze sharpened as he shifted his focus to another view, spotting Phil and the others being loaded into a jeep.

His mechanical eye scanned Ross, Blonsky, and the remaining soldiers around him.

"Trying to escape?" Anton scoffed. "Not without my approval."

Without further hesitation, he dove into the fray, cutting through the soldiers like a hot knife through butter. Each punch knocked them out effortlessly.

An armored vehicle approached, its long cannon swiveling toward him.

Anton dashed toward it, grabbed the cannon, and bent it like a straw. The shell fired within the barrel exploded prematurely, sending the vehicle soaring into the air before it came crashing down as a fiery wreck.

Blonsky realized that unless he upped the ante, the enemy overwhelming strength and mobility would decimate their forces in no time.

He leaped into an armored vehicle equipped with a high-caliber cannon, taking direct control of the weapon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Drawing upon his extensive combat experience and sharp instincts, Blonsky fired relentlessly, each shot precisely aimed at the silver figure darting through the chaos.

The projectiles seemed to anticipate Anton every move.

Anton, growing tired of the game, reached out with his mechanical hand and grabbed one of the incoming shells.

Boom!

The shell exploded in his hand.

Anton remained unscathed, not even a scratch.

"Where the sonic weaponry?" he muttered coldly.

Blonsky barked orders through the combat channel: "Deploy the sonic weapons—set them to maximum power! Bring in the attack helicopters! Surround this damn robot!"

"Understood!"

Despite their fear, the soldiers obeyed.

However, the overwhelming gap in strength between the two sides was not something that could be bridged through sheer determination.

Sonic weapons unleashed a terrifying shockwave, enveloping Anton.

Yet Anton, with a simple adjustment, disabled the audio receptors in his mechanical body. His world became silent, free from the weapon debilitating effects. In his sight, there were only bursts of flame and flying projectiles. The sonic weapons' lethal capabilities meant nothing to him.

The physical impact of the shockwave was even less of a concern.

Nearby, an attack helicopter that had just taken off was blasted out of the sky with a casual energy shot from Anton, spiraling downward in flames.

Anton leapt onto an armored vehicle, punching through its roof. He ripped off the mounted cannon and, with a single hand, pulled Blonsky from the driver seat. Holding the colonel aloft, he began walking deliberately toward Ross.

As he moved, Anton nonchalantly fired a projectile from his free hand toward the edge of the base.

Boom!

The shell exploded in front of the jeep carrying Stockman and the others.

The vehicle rocked violently, as though struck by an earthquake. Despite being strapped in, the occupants were thrown off balance.

The driver, gripping the steering wheel tightly, slammed on the brakes. Staring at the massive crater before him, he swallowed hard, cold sweat streaming down his face.

Turning his gaze toward the smoke-filled distance, he could make out the faint silhouette of a towering figure with glowing red eyes.

He understood the message clearly:

If they made another move, the next shot wouldn't target an empty patch of ground—it would obliterate their jeep.

"This is the best you've got?"

Hovering above, Anton exuded dominance, his victorious posture undeniable. Slowly, he approached Ross.

With a dismissive motion, he threw Blonsky to the ground at Ross feet, observing the general expression—a mix of anger and humiliation.

Anton mechanical voice rang out, calm but cutting:

"General Ross, if this is the extent of your strength, I suggest you abandon your pursuit of Banner. If he truly loses control, there are very few people in this world capable of stopping him... and you should know, you're not one of them."