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By evening, the rescue team still hadn't arrived, and the Ant-Man that Mike had been hoping for hadn't shown up either. He sighed deeply.
The action was too slow. He couldn't let the kids stay here overnight.
It seemed he had overestimated the speed of the government's rescue efforts.
But why was Hank Pym, the Ant-Man, so slow? Had he not received the message, or had he already been rendered useless?
Mike couldn't help but feel helpless—nothing seemed reliable.
And, the more he thought about it, the more this whole situation felt strangely familiar.
It was like something from a movie he had seen in a past life.
If that was the case…
He tried to recall the details, his expression turning grim. He remembered some key moments.
For instance, the rescue team being wiped out during a confrontation, or the missiles the government fired in the end.
It was better to leave quickly—if the situation changed and those politicians couldn't think straight, they might just launch the missiles…
Ugh, he should've known that nothing good ever came from encountering Coulson.
He sighed inwardly and made a decision.
He would have Charles and Eric take action. It was also a good chance to test their progress in terms of ability.
With their current skills, no one should notice. Even if someone investigated the tourists later, Charles' ability could easily cover it up. If anything went wrong, Mike could step in at any time.
With that thought, Mike nodded at Charles.
Charles' eyes lit up as he linked his mind with Mike's.
"Charles, link up Clark and Eric as well. We're starting. Don't wait for the rescue team anymore. They're too slow."
Not just slow, there was a high chance of failure. Plus, if the rescue failed, they might end up blowing up the place with missiles.
Charles nodded and brought Eric and Clark into their 'chat channel.'
"We'll have Clark provide vision. Charles, use your power to knock out the enemies one by one. Eric, be on the lookout for any surprises."
The three nodded excitedly; it felt like they were playing the role of super spies.
Clark's eyes shifted, activating his x-ray vision and super sight as he began scanning for enemy positions.
Within seconds, Clark had memorized all the enemy locations. His gaze fixed on the farthest target—one enemy guarding the VX gas warheads—and he told Charles, "First target."
Charles nodded, his focus sharpening. His mental power quietly emerged, controlling the man and knocking him unconscious.
The whole process was silent, and since there was only one enemy there, no one else noticed.
Perfect!
Charles silently cheered. With Clark's guidance, he first took care of the gas warhead guard and then moved in to clean up other targets from the outside in.
The process sped up, and Charles became more skilled with each move.
Watching this, Mike could almost see the future: with just a thought, Charles could freeze everyone in place.
Soon, all the external enemies were neutralized, and Charles began dealing with the guards at the cells.
Now, there were only about ten enemies left.
Eric was getting bored; he wasn't needed at all.
As Charles continued to incapacitate enemies, especially one soldier not far from them, the strange situation was finally noticed by General Hammer.
"Enemies! Watch out!"
General Hammer shouted, and everyone began to panic.
The sound of bullets being chambered turned the atmosphere in the prison tense and grim.
Mike spoke quickly in his mind to Charles, "Charles, knock out the general first. Eric, make sure to control their guns."
As he said this, Mike readied his cards.
Both nodded. Charles focused, and an invisible force caused General Hammer's head to spin, knocking him out cold.
The whole prison fell silent for a moment.
The tourists looked on, confused, but the soldiers were furious.
"Dammit! Get out here!"
"They must be among these tourists!"
"Who is it?!"
The enraged soldiers pointed their guns at the tourists, causing screams and cries, which only made the soldiers more agitated.
Seeing this, Eric's spirit was suddenly jolted. It was his turn to act now!
He closed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them wide. With a quick movement, he clenched his hand, and the soldiers' guns instantly slipped from their grip, floating out of their hands. As the soldiers stared in terror at the scene, Mike spoke into his mind: "Charles! Use your full power to knock them out."
With a flash of his eyes, Charles unleashed his terrifying psychic power.
In the next second, the soldiers' heads hit with a thud, and like a row of dominoes, they fell one after another, losing consciousness.
He could handle so many at once?
Mike was stunned as he watched Charles.
Had this kid really grown this much?
He had underestimated their rate of growth.
He whispered to himself and patted both Charles and Eric on the head. Glancing at Coulson and Hope, who were distracted by the soldiers collapsing, Mike silently nodded.
The soldiers collapsed in bizarre fashion, but rather than feeling relieved, the tourists in the prison grew more fearful.
It was just too strange—who knew if the person who knocked out the soldiers might turn on them next?
At that moment, Coulson looked at Mike and the others and murmured, "Looks like they've passed out."
Although he wasn't sure who had intervened, he knew that the person was likely among the tourists.
Glancing at the group, Coulson approached the prison door, reached through the iron bars, and after a moment of feeling around, used the skills he had learned on past missions to open the door. He then stepped outside.
"Quick, let's go, Mike!" he called.
Mike, with the four kids, quickly exited the cell.
"Quick! Help us!"
"Oh my God!"
"Please, help us!"
Seeing Mike and his group safely out of the cell, the other tourists shouted loudly.
"Don't move around," Mike cautioned the kids, and, alongside Coulson, they began opening the other cells and freeing the remaining tourists.
Eric and Charles, looking at the unconscious soldiers on the ground, chuckled and moved toward the weapons, eager to handle them. But Clark quickly placed his hands on their heads, saying, "Calm down."
Hope covered her mouth, laughing softly.
Soon, all the tourists were freed.
Everyone stared at the soldiers lying on the ground, feeling as if they were in a dream.
"Everyone, don't run off. We still don't know if the other soldiers were also taken out by the mysterious person," Coulson shouted. Once he had everyone's attention, he added, "Is there anyone willing to help me throw these soldiers into the cells?"
"I'll help!"
"I'll help too! I can tie some nice, strong, and sexy knots!"
"Uh, that's not really necessary…"
With those shouts, the tourists began to move, and under Coulson's direction, they stripped the soldiers of their weapons and threw them into the cells.
After handling the soldiers in the cells, Coulson breathed a sigh of relief, carefully stepping outside. He confirmed that all the soldiers had been silently taken care of, then, along with the tourists, began locking up the remaining unconscious soldiers. He used General Hammer's phone to call for help.
(End of chapter)