Superman's Journey

Chapter 51

The time limit Lincoln gave the Presbyterians was three days, but the time the Presbyterians gave Lincoln wasn't even three seconds.

The moment the task was issued, the Continental Hotel changed from its original neutral state to a killer service organization with strong hostility towards Lincoln.

It was at this moment that Lincoln knew that those "above" big shots had made their own choices.

"What a pity." Pushing open the door, the carpeted corridor was full of heavily armed gunmen.

The moment they saw Lincoln's figure appear, they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Da-da-da-

The hammer kept triggering the primer of the bullets, and the orange bullets blocked the entire corridor like dense rain, leaving no room for dodge.

"It's just a toy." Lincoln's face was indifferent, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, and he didn't dodge the slightest. He walked towards the blocking troops who were shooting wildly.

clang clang clang!

The hard bullets hit Lincoln from all angles, but as if hitting an impenetrable steel plate, dense sparks continued to splash, and countless bullets were ejected and turned into stray bullets.

Seeing the natural-born Lincoln approaching step by step, the gunmen couldn't contain the panic in their hearts. Their footsteps began to retreat continuously, but they couldn't match the speed of Lincoln's advancement.

boom!
The muffled sound of the explosion rang in his ears, Lincoln blew away the smoke rising from his chest, reached out his hand to hold the head of the gunman whose eyes were full of panic, and then slammed heavily against the wall beside him.

boom!
There was another explosion, and the carpet and walls were stained red with blood.

Letting go of the corpse whose head had been completely crushed, Lincoln turned his head and looked at the remaining gunmen again: "Next, it's up to you."

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Looking at the headless corpse that fell to the ground, horrified shouts echoed in the corridor, and the gunshots became more and more urgent, but this did not stop Lincoln's footsteps at all.

boom!
Skull burst!

puff!
Chest burst!

Lincoln's footsteps were firm and inhuman, and what remained behind him were one after another corpses that were forcibly crushed and torn to pieces by him with brutal means.

The incomparable gore greatly stimulated the vision and nerves of those gunmen, and their spirits suffered unprecedented oppression until a palm was pressed on their faces, mercifully ending their life of fear.

From the door to the stairs, dozens of corpses were left behind in a short distance of more than ten meters. When Lincoln came downstairs, what was waiting for him was no longer an ordinary gunman, but a special operations team with a rocket launcher.

The screams from upstairs did not shake the will of this special operations team at all. The moment he saw Lincoln's voice, the captain decisively issued an order: "Fire!"

The rockets with bright tail flames whizzed out and hit Lincoln, who was neither dodging nor evasive.

Gunpowder smoke and flames exploded at the entrance of the corridor with the roaring sound, covering everyone's sight. The last moment they could see was Lincoln letting the flames of the rocket launcher engulf him without dodging or evading.

The dust rolled up by the shock wave turned the entire hall into a cloud, but in the rising dust, everyone could clearly see a figure stepping out of the dust.

"Only to this extent, dare to stop in front of me."

Lincoln's voice was deep and deep, like the death knell sounded in everyone's heart. A team member closest to Lincoln subconsciously wanted to fight back, but only saw a fist flickering.

The next moment, he turned into a cloud of blood and exploded.

Whoosh whoosh-boom!
Lincoln's body moved rapidly in the room, and after releasing the suppression of the biological force field, the powerful sonic boom instantly tore apart everything it touched.

After just a few breaths, Lincoln pushed open the dilapidated door and walked out. Behind him, the hotel lobby was already in a mess, with flesh and blood mixed with dust and graffiti everywhere, and there was no living person.

The biological force field keeps Lincoln from being stained with any filth, but looking at the dilapidated hotel behind him and the scattered corpses in it, no one will think that Lincoln is as clean as he appears.

On the street outside the Continental Hotel, many killers had gathered to respond to the kill order to hunt down Lincoln, but seeing Lincoln walking out of the hotel at this time, no one dared to make the slightest move.

A smile curled up at the corner of Lincoln's mouth, and his eyes swept over the killers: "Are you also here to kill me?"

Facing Lincoln's half-smiling gaze, the killers hurriedly shook their heads, saying that they were just passers-by, and they stopped just to watch the fun, and the guns in their hands were bought at a discount from a gun shop along the way.

They just happened to stop here with absolutely no other intentions!
Thinking about it with his toenails, Lincoln knew that what they said was not true, but it was meaningless to target these unorganized killers.

What he wanted to target was the organizational forces under the Continental Hotel and the forces formed by the High Table Presbyterian Church. These wandering soldiers were not worth his shot at all.

New York, Brooklyn, NO.17 Textile Factory.

As the actual controller of the Brotherhood, Sloan won the support of Hydra by selling sacred objects and unique arc ballistics, and became a member of the Twelve Seats of the High Table.

It's not entirely true that being a member of the High Table has benefited the fraternity, but there's no denying that Sloan himself has benefited a lot from it.

But now, the time has come for him to pay the price marked by fate.

The collapse of the Continental Hotel in New York City made Sloan realize that things had reached a point of no return. He summoned all the assassins in the Brotherhood and prepared to wait for Lincoln's appearance.

He looked calmly at the only entrance and exit of the No. 17 textile factory, but as a sonic boom sounded above his head, the expression on Sloan's face suddenly became stiff.

His neck was like a rusty gear, and he looked up with difficulty and obscurity.

Even at a considerable distance, Sloan could still clearly recognize that the figure with the cloak fluttering behind his back, which could hang in the air without any external objects, was the target he wanted to deal with.

Sloan stared at Lincoln's figure until he saw a blush in Lincoln's eyes, and then said lightly: "Holy shit"

Boo!
A crimson light beam fell from the sky like a satellite strike, and in an instant, Sloan's figure was evaporated.

The light beam hit the main building structure of the textile factory unabated. The next moment, the building began to melt and collapse, burying one figure after another in the ruins.

With super vision and heat vision, it only takes a few breaths for Lincoln to wipe out the living creatures in the entire No.17 textile factory.

Houses collapsed and limbs were torn apart. This stronghold that Sloan had spent a long time operating was completely annihilated in an instant under the impact of Lincoln's dimensionality reduction.

Leaving ruins all over the place, Lincoln raised his figure slightly, and then tore apart a roaring sonic boom and left in the distance.

(End of this chapter)