260. Wrath of the Gods!

"Hiss—"

Jason Todd suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the haystack.

His abrupt movement caught everyone's attention, Songbird and Old Frank quickly moved closer to calm him down, fearing that the boy might cause some trouble due to his unstable state after just waking up. Meanwhile, Barton and Alex sat nearby, calmly sipping their wheat beer.

After the destruction of most towns in the world, it wasn't easy to find such a fine brew. This wine cellar was clearly a remnant from the old days, hidden under the ruins and yet to be discovered.

It was quite a lucky find for Alex and his companions.

"Still no response from Pietro. Someone's jamming the signal," Kara said softly as she approached Alex, her brow furrowed in concern.

"I know."

Alex's gaze remained fixed on his glass of beer, the amber liquid still and undisturbed within the cup.

"If you know, why haven't we set out yet? Something must have happened to them." Kara looked at Alex, confused by his inaction.

Alex answered her the next moment.

"I'm waiting," he said.

"Waiting for what?" Kara pressed.

This time, Alex was silent for a while, pondering before he slowly spoke.

"...Waiting for a possibility."

Kara blinked, then turned to look at Barton. Her expression grew even more puzzled. After all, Pietro had gone to meet up with Black Canary, and with her was Ashley. Kara couldn't understand why Barton was as calm as Alex in this moment.

"What possibility? What are you talking about?"

Before Kara could finish, suddenly—

Ripples appeared in the previously still beer in Alex's glass.

At the same time, Alex abruptly raised his head, silently looking in the direction of the White House, his expression turning serious as an indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"...Could it be?"

The wind picked up.

While the world was still engulfed in war, a breeze arrived, carrying with it a deep, rumbling sound from afar. The wind's speed rapidly increased, becoming violent. The trees outside the city swayed wildly, and the yellow dust in the sky was swept away, leaving the atmosphere darker and more oppressive. Fierce gusts whipped up sand and dust, black clouds rolled in like a tsunami, blotting out the sky.

The battlefield of New Babylon, once filled with the sounds of artillery and gunfire, gradually fell silent. The soldiers lowered their weapons and looked up at the unsettling sky.

The rapidly approaching dark clouds covered New Babylon, the terrifying scene surpassing most people's ability to comprehend. These new-age fighters had never witnessed anything this horrifying before.

In this moment, the overwhelming pressure from nature gripped every soul with fear. Even the Hulk Gang's green giants couldn't help but feel uneasy, their eyes reflecting fear as they stared up at the oppressive sky.

The rumbling grew louder, like the mutterings of an ancient god, and no one dared to breathe, fearful of drawing attention from whatever was coming.

A growing sense of panic spread through the crowd. The various factions, which had been fighting each other, now retreated into their own groups, no longer interested in the conflict. Everyone wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

The daylight vanished entirely, and the afternoon sky dimmed as the thick clouds blocked all sunlight, casting New Babylon into a terrifying shadow.

Among the mercenaries, the White Queen emerged. Though she was elderly, her telepathy allowed her to influence others' minds and perceptions, letting her move freely without being noticed. Raising her head, the White Queen looked at the apocalyptic scene unfolding. Unlike the others, she did not panic. Instead, her brows furrowed, her gaze filled with bewilderment.

"This feels... familiar."

Her alluring red lips parted slightly. In the eyes of others, the White Queen still appeared youthful and seductive, though no one was paying attention to that now. A mutant who had accompanied the White Queen took two steps forward, unable to resist asking, "Familiar? Have you seen this before?"

"..."

The White Queen didn't answer, for even she wasn't certain if this scene matched the one in her mind.

The White House.

Hydra's underground bunker.

The chaos outside hadn't affected the atmosphere here. Bullseye struggled to his feet, using the damaged wall for support as he slowly made his way back into the corridor. Meanwhile, inside the corridor, Ashley was furiously cursing. She couldn't accept that her teammates had died right before her eyes, especially Black Canary, who had been her closest friend.

Ever since joining Alex's small group, Ashley had suppressed her true nature, fearing that if she revealed her true self, Alex and the others would "educate" her harshly. But Black Canary was different. She had taught Ashley how to fight, how to control her extraordinary powers, and she didn't care about Ashley's foul language. In fact, Ashley had come to see Black Canary as her dearest friend.

"...Bullseye, you *&^%$#!!!"

"You know your rage is useless, don't you?" Bullseye sneered at Ashley, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

He limped toward her, seeing that she still couldn't move, not even able to lift her hand. Bullseye's disdain grew even stronger. He placed his foot on Ashley's head and shook his head.

"I didn't actually want to kill you..."

"Get lost! If you've got the guts, just kill me! Otherwise, I swear, I'll rip out your intestines and make sure you die in agony!"

Ashley's face twisted into a terrifying expression, and if she could lift her head, Bullseye would have seen just how crazed she looked.

"Hahaha, interesting. Well then, consider this a little dessert."

Bullseye drew a short sword from his belt. Technically, it wasn't a weapon, but a ceremonial dagger used by the Hand.

He aimed it at the back of Ashley's neck, his gaze fixed on her trembling collar.

"What's wrong, Venom? Shaking because another Spider-Man host has died?"

"...Heh."

Venom's eerie voice echoed.

"Ashley isn't afraid of you. And neither am I."

Though Venom's words were resolute, Bullseye could hear the unmistakable tremor of fear hidden within.

"It's thundering, Bullseye."

Bullseye frowned slightly, his instincts warning him of danger. At that moment, Venom's voice came again.

"What I fear is the thing following the thunder..."

!!!

Bullseye's pupils contracted.

He swiftly turned around—

The next moment, blinding white light erupted.

Lightning tore through the sky, like the wrath of the gods, and terrifying thunderbolts poured down like waterfalls, unstoppable in their descent. In the blink of an eye, they ripped through the White House and pierced straight through Hydra's bunker.

The destructive force was overwhelming, shaking the entire world to its core!

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261. Bullseye's Log - Final Chapter.

262. After the Storm.

263. Worries.

264. Adding Another Layer of Lock.

265. Preparation and Departure.