Free Web NovelChapter 122: Chapter 122: The Chaotic Night Gala (2)
The shock stemmed from the fact that someone actually dared to incite violence in front of such a powerful gathering of politicians and business elites. Did he not know the meaning of death or imprisonment?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shock was temporary. Soon, nearby armed guards opened fire, unleashing specialized bullets designed specifically for piercing through Beyonders.
But...
The rounds slammed into Neo’s body and flattened into iron paste, as if they had struck some kind of higher-grade, heavily reinforced metal. The officers emptied all of their loaded ammunition, but still, not a single bullet could pierce through his skin.
While they stood there in sheer disbelief, Neo swiped his hand, sending out dark spirit blades shaped like daggers. freeweɓnøvel.com
Swoosh! Swoosh! Clang! Clang!
The blades struck the weapons, cutting through them like butter. Some of them hit the cops’ chests and shoulders, bringing them to their knees in excruciating pain.
"Requesting backup! A rogue Beyonder is inside the Sky Tower!" one cop barked over the communication drone.
A moment later, his head was struck by the blunt side of a spirit dagger, causing him to instantly lose consciousness. Neo deliberately held back to avoid taking the lives of innocent officers. Some of them might be parents, simply obliged to fulfill their duties.
After knocking down all the nearby officers, Neo stepped onto the podium where Marcus Hutchin stood calmly with a fearless smile. It was as if he had already anticipated something like this and was completely prepared.
"The President told me you would arrive, Mr. Neo Godson," Marcus said with smug confidence. "But I am sorry to say I am in no way going to be of help to you. I know nothing of what you want from me."
Neo stood two meters away from him, towering broader and taller than the branch manager. His void-like gaze suddenly erupted with an intense blue shade.
"You are lying. Your soul is corrupt," Neo said coldly.
Marcus scowled. "Change your tone, boy. I have been in power at the Byzon Company for ten years. You cannot talk to me as if you are some kind of ruler. You should be groveling at our feet to spare your mother and sister’s lives. The loss you created for us is unforgivable."
The word "grovel" seemed to echo more than necessary.
BANG!
Before anyone could even blink, Neo reappeared right in front of Marcus.
Next, hi hand shot forward like a striking viper, his fingers wrapping around the executive’s throat like a gauntlet of solid steel.
Marcus was easily lifted off his feet, his legs dangling in the air.
"Grovel?" Neo repeated in a voice so dark and cold it made the surrounding air freeze.
With a brutal, effortless motion, Neo slammed Marcus face-first into the solid marble podium.
CRACK!
The reinforced marble splintered like cheap glass.
"Arghhhh—!" Marcus let out a muffled agonizing shriek as his nose broke instantly, creating a spray of crimson blood splattering across the pristine white surface.
Below the stage, the hundreds of elites of Chronopolis gasped.
"Oh my God!" a heavily jeweled celebrity screamed, covering her eyes as her champagne glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.
"Guards! Where are the Federal Guards?!" a corrupt senator bellowed, scrambling backward over a chair in blind panic.
His previous dignified aura gone.
Meanwhile, a crazed reporter yelled at his floating drone:
"Keep filming! Keep filming!"
Marcus gasped for breath, but the arrogance of a decade in power had not completely left him.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth, glaring up at Neo with venomous hatred.
"You... you insolent little bastard! The President will annihilate—"
Neo lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Marcus’s right knee.
SNAP!
The sound of his femur rang horrifically.
Marcus’s eyes rolled back, and he let out a guttural inhuman howl of pure agony, his body thrashing violently on the ruined podium.
"I am not here to negotiate with a dead man.
But if you want to live you will tell me where my mother and sister are." Neo demanded coldly.
Marcus, laying on the ground with broken teeth,nose and bones, looked extremely miserable.
He practically broke into sob,
"I... I don’t know! They bypassed my clearance! The Ghost Squad takes orders directly from the Central Branch! I only gave them the orbital entry codes!"
Neo’s expression didn’t change. His right hand casually went toward Marcus’s left arm.
"Wrong answer."
With a merciless twist, Neo dislocated and fractured Marcus’s arm.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Marcus released another blood-curdling scream that echoed horribly through the luxurious venue.
Buzz! Buzz!
Just then, the deafening roar of thrusters and the heavy hum of armored drones vibrated through the reinforced walls of the venue.
The entire Sky Zenith Tower was suddenly surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed combat drones and mid-sized assault aircraft carrying a specialized division of the Federal Guards.
They quickly formed a tight, inescapable perimeter around the building, aiming their highly advanced energy weapons through the shattered glass.
But descending from the lead aircraft was a specific group of seven individuals. Clad in sleek, high-tech white battle suits, they carried no firearms at all.
They were Beyonders, and they needed none. Their very bodies were weapons.
The moment the blinding spotlights from the assault aircraft pierced through the venue’s shattered panoramic windows, the paralyzing spell over the crowd finally broke.
Stripped of all their manufactured dignity and arrogance, the business magnates, minor celebrities, and corrupt politicians scrambled like terrified insects.
"Save us! Get us out of here!"
"Shoot that monster! Shoot him!"
They pushed and trampled over one another, frantically scurrying toward the grand double doors where heavily armored Federal Guards were now pouring in.
The guards swiftly formed a barricade of energy shields, allowing the terrorized elites to cower behind them.
Through the massive gaps in the ruined windows, the seven figures in high-tech white battle suits descended from the lead aircraft. free𝑤ebnovel.com
They didn’t use energy thrusters, they simply glided down. Most probably, they were Metahumans.
The leader of the squad, a tall man with a silver cybernetic eye and a deeply scarred jaw, took the lead.
He eyes fixated on the whimpering body of Marcus Hutchin and Neo.
"Neo Godson!" the Senior Officer’s voice boomed, amplified to a deafening volume by both his battle suit’s built-in comms and his own dense cosmic energy.
"By the direct authority of the Central Federation, you are hereby classified as a Rogue Beyonder!"
The Senior Officer raised his hand, and instantly, the hundreds of combat drones hovering outside synchronized their targeting lasers, painting Neo’s chest and head with a swarm of deadly red dots.
"You have committed an unprovoked act of extreme terror against a high-ranking corporate executive and directly endangered the lives of Federation VIPs. There is no escape. The entire building is locked down."
The Metahuman officers also took a step forwad, their battle suits gleaming with dense cosmic energy.
"Deactivate your abilities, drop to your knees, and surrender obediently. If you take a single step in resistance, you will be executed on the spot!"
Noir giggled melodiously, arriving beside Neo like a murky shadow.
"Should I take care of them, darling?" she asked, her hot breath tickling his ear.
