NIP Chapter 336 Absolute Overwhelming Strength
Chapter 336 Absolute Overwhelming Strength
The deafening gunfire and explosions seemed to freeze for a moment.
The air was as heavy as if it were filled with lead.
The agents of District 13.
Whether they are seasoned veterans or seasoned soldiers.
They are still relatively inexperienced newcomers.
At this moment, they all felt a chilling shiver, originating from their biological instincts, rushing wildly up their spines, trying to freeze their blood and minds.
The giant before me, made of sand, stands as majestic as a mountain. Every subtle movement it makes produces a muffled whooshing sound and a shadow that blots out the sky.
It simply stood there, radiating a despairing sense of oppression.
The gap in strength lies starkly before us, cold and cruel.
Some of the agents instinctively took a half step back, their knuckles turning white from gripping their guns too tightly, and their breathing becoming rapid and heavy without them even realizing it.
Fear is the most direct and understandable human reaction when faced with an insurmountable threat.
However, after experiencing that brief, almost heart-stopping shock, the fear in the eyes of most agents quickly melted and evaporated like snow thrown into a furnace, replaced by another, more intense and frenzied emotion!
That was no longer the calm composure of a well-trained warrior, but the bloodthirsty glint revealed by a wounded beast driven to the brink of despair, a glint of ferocity that would drive it to its death with the enemy! It was the burning passion of soldiers, their honor, their camaraderie, their fearless courage, and their boiling blood, all ignited by the desperate struggle of a desperate battle, a frenzied fighting spirit that was willing to consume everything!
Instead of retreating, they suddenly took a collective step forward! Their heavy footsteps shattered the gravel on the ground with a resolute sound. They lowered their center of gravity again, and almost instinctively, following the basic doctrines of all tactical manuals, they locked the scorching muzzles of their guns firmly onto the blurry, constantly shifting sands of the giant's head. Their fingers, not from fear, but from pent-up rage and murderous intent, were gripped tightly on the triggers until their knuckles turned white!
"Fire!!"
It's unclear who uttered the first sound, but the suppressed roar, like that of a dying beast, instantly ignited the fuse!
"Take it down!!"
"Aaaaaahh ...
Amidst the frenzied roars, a torrential downpour of bullets poured forth once more!
Amidst the spitting flames, the muzzle flashes reflected on resolute and determined faces!
The rocket, trailing a fiery exhaust, crashed into the massive target once more!
Some clever agents even abandoned conventional firearms, pulling out fire hoses and connecting them to fire hydrants along the street. They attempted to use high-pressure water jets to disperse the sand giant before them!
However, faced with the terrifying size of the Sand Giant, no matter how the agents of District 13 attacked, they seemed utterly powerless...
The bullet pierced the sand, like a mud ox entering the sea, at most splashing up a few insignificant wisps of sand.
The explosion of the rocket slightly dented part of its body, sending sand flying. But almost instantly, the surrounding quicksand surged and filled the gap, restoring it to its original state!
Needless to say, high-pressure water guns are completely ineffective. Given the vast difference in water pressure, it's like pouring hot water on an igloo in freezing weather – it will only make the igloo more solid and sturdy. In the short term, it simply won't achieve the desired effect!
So much so that after all that, not only did they fail to cause any real damage, but they also failed to shatter that despairing sand shell...
Even trying to make it sway slightly seems like a pipe dream!
This shocking scene, capable of shattering the will of ordinary people, caused the shadow of despair to spread rapidly through the ranks like a plague.
The originally orderly and precisely coordinated formation inevitably became somewhat loose and noisy due to the sudden and intense fluctuations in people's hearts.
The clash between despair and courage, a fierce battle fought silently, almost tore apart the team's cohesion.
Despair and courage collide, clashing fiercely in silence.
The Sand Giant, having completed its second-stage transformation, clearly enjoys the atmosphere of fear it brings.
On its indistinct face, made of coarse sand, a twisted crack seemed to have appeared, emitting a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound, as if mocking the powerlessness of ants.
Destroy the cabin where Parker and his wife live, kill the defenseless old couple, and let Spider-Man experience the pain of losing a loved one...
This was its original and only purpose when it came to visit.
But these annoying agents have successfully built up their hatred level through their repeated proactive attacks!
Therefore, after completing the second stage transformation and gaining an absolute advantage, it made the common mistake that most villains make.
That is, instead of focusing on the main objective of the trip, they decided to prioritize cleaning up these noisy "flies".
It wants to enjoy the domineering pleasure brought by this absolute crushing power.
It aims to push the atmosphere of fear and despair to its climax!
It wanted the elderly couple to witness, before they died, how their protector was crushed into dust!
So that when he finally killed them, their deaths would be made even more "beautiful and moving" by their extreme despair and self-blame!
Then it moved.
Its movements, though seemingly slow, actually possess terrifying speed and power due to its enormous size.
It casually raised one of its giant feet—a foot made entirely of compressed sand, large enough to cover half a basketball court—and then, with an almost lazy yet incredibly deadly posture, it stomped down on the area where the agents were most concentrated and at the forefront of the defense!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"
Before the giant foot even arrived, a suffocatingly violent wind pressure had already descended!
The gravel and dust on the ground were whipped up wildly, forming a small sandstorm that made it almost impossible for the agents to open their eyes and made them sway.
The enormous shadow rapidly expanded, like the curtain of death, completely enveloping everything below.
At the very center of this deathly shadow stood the tactical squad leader who, having led from the front, had been severely wounded by the man's counterattack. Thus, though he had miraculously survived, his movements were now severely restricted!
He knelt on the ground, each breath pulling at his broken ribs, bringing excruciating pain.
The hoarse breathing sounded like an old, worn-out blower struggling to operate.
He struggled to lift his head, gazing at the colossal foot that blotted out the sky and descended with an aura of destruction. The chill of death, like an icicle, pierced his heart in an instant.
He looked up at the enormous foot that blotted out the sky and fell rapidly. Knowing that his death was imminent, a chill instantly surged into his heart and gripped his soul.
But there was not a trace of confusion or pleading in his eyes...
Only a resolute determination burning to its zenith, and the absolute calm of the commander...
And, as if they had received a long-awaited relief, their bodies were noticeably more relaxed.