The Richest Man in the DC World

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

With the destruction of five Tiger helicopters and two F16s one after another, the air power is gone, and only ground-armed and more than 200 special soldiers of the Fourth Infantry Division can be relied on.

Heckert fell from the sky and hovered ten meters above the ground. His dark yellow eyes swept around, greedy and thirsty, just like choosing a delicious lizard.

As far as his eyes were, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"I like you guys."

"The Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division, the trump card army that has made countless military exploits. I love you to death. You are like delicious strawberry cakes that people can't help but swallow."

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

"I like your fears."

The hoarse voice reverberated in the street. Every soldier could hear it clearly. A sense of humiliation emerged from the bottom of his heart. The soldiers gritted their teeth and felt very aggrieved.

As an army ace, the Fourth Mecha Infantry Division is the focus everywhere, and has never suffered such humiliation.

Carrick took off his hat, threw it on the ground, picked up the assault rifle, and launched a charge. Other soldiers followed, and a group of people turned into a torrent, forming a circular enclosure.

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

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

Heckert chuckled, reaching out his finger and tapping.

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

There was a muffled roar around me.

In just one shot, dozens of soldiers were injured and killed.

In front of the mighty Heckert, the Fourth Mechanic Infantry Division, known as the number one in the army, was a joke.

Carrick didn't want to admit it, and rushed up with an angry roar. The next second, he was hit hard in the chest, fell on his knees, and knelt on the ground staggeringly.

Heckert came to him and looked down condescendingly.

"You are their captain."

"But so!"

The corners of his mouth curled up, with a strong disdain. He used to be very envious of the soldiers. Most of the soldiers were tall and burly, unlike his dwarf clown and humble, and he couldn't even find a girlfriend, now?

He smiled twice and raised his finger to aim at Carrick's head.

The power of thinking 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 surging, and a stone pillar rushed out of the ground, extremely strong, and directly flew him out.

Heckert raised his brow slightly in mid-air, a little surprised.

"Superpowers? Interesting."

I was curious and was about to see which guy was so bold. The daylight suddenly brightened. A white beam of light shone from the floor and enveloped Heckert’s body. The beam of light seemed to be compressed by countless sunlight, carrying extremely high temperature. He blinded his eyes for a short time and left large black spots on his body.

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

If it were not for the FBI pattern on their chests, the frightened soldiers would almost treat them as enemies.

Standalov said very solemnly.

"There is only 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 up, his limbs became extremely strong, his muscles burst out, and in the blink of an eye he changed from an inconspicuous 1.7 meter to a giant with a height of more than 2.5 meters.

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

Standalov took a deep breath, hovering in the air, his eyes filled with light, his thoughts turned into big hands, and he tried his best to tear at Heckert's protective body vortex.

The energy level gap between the two is too big, just like an adult and a child. Standalov exhausted all his energy, he vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, and he could only tear open a small mouth one meter wide.

This... is enough.

Under the blessing of Juli, the fast-flying Maeve passed through a small mouth like a sharp arrow and came to Heckert. Her skin had turned crimson, like a red Luotie, with a frightening temperature.

"Die!"

Maeve roared and hugged Heckert's body, all the heat accumulated in the body exploded.

boom!

An unimaginable roar came from above, and 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 flame impact came from above, and all the soldiers on the street flew out, the flowers and plants burned, the water flow vaporized, and the street lights collapsed, turning into molten iron and spilling on the lava-like road.

This level of attack is really terrible, almost comparable to a small nuclear bomb.

The street was ruined, two buildings collapsed and turned into rubble, 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, caught by a giant hand made of rocks, and sent to the next floor.

With the help of his men, Carrick climbed out of the car and looked at the sky with hopeful eyes. There were many people like him. The five strongest fighters of soldiers, citizens, and FBI all raised their heads, even the home frightened by the battle. The cat also quietly showed his head.

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

The sunset glow puts a layer of red makeup on the world~www.ltnovel.com~ Coupled with the faint cape in the distance, the sea and the sky are connected, so beautiful.

"do you died?"

"Maybe!"

"It's impossible to survive such an attack."

"Damn bastard, dead clean, no scum left."

"Yes, it's dead."

"Finally dead."

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

Some people cheered, jumped and jumped, very excited, and the joyful atmosphere passed each other, and soon the whole street became lively.

Only Standalov's cheeks tense, staring at the collapsed building in the distance, his companion noticed something, grabbed his head with both hands, his face was full of disbelief.

"No way, Fuck! How could it be possible!"

"That's Maeve's highest energy, can't it blow up?"

Standalov's face became more and more ugly, and when he noticed the rapidly growing chanting energy in the ruins, he couldn't help hissing.

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

"Retreat quickly!"

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

Yellow particles overflowed from it, and appeared in everyone's field of vision holding the nearly broken half of Heckert's head.

At this moment, the world is quiet.

Carrick clenched his fists, his face was unwilling, but there was fear in his eyes.

He was scared, and everyone was scared. This is not a psychological factor, but a biological instinct to face absolute power.

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

Heckert wants this fear, he feeds on fear, and fear is his source of power.

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