Bab 111: Worthy stand and total collapse(chapter 111)
A/N well, i am feeling generous, you guys can get 2 chapters early(and without the previously in thingy)
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Chapter 111
Instinctively, Daisy raised her hands and released a continuous blast of vibrations, aiming directly at the charging turtle. The force of her powers slammed Terry to the ground, pressing him against the metal-lined floor. The vibrations created a powerful shockwave, echoing through the cavern, causing loose rocks and debris to fall from the ceiling.
But to Daisy's surprise, Terry began to push back against the force, his determination unyielding. Blood seeped from the cracks forming in his shell, yet he continued to advance, driven by an inexplicable will to fight.
"Even his pets are as stubborn as he is," Daisy muttered, frowning as she focused on increasing the intensity of her vibrations. Terry, undeterred, took another step forward, his eyes locked on her, full of unwavering hostility.
The vibration waves intensified, rippling through the air with a deafening hum. The sheer force finally began to take its toll. Cracks spiderwebbed across Terry's shell, and more blood oozed out. Despite this, the alchemical turtle kept moving, inching closer to Daisy, his eyes never leaving hers.
Daisy gritted her teeth, channeling every ounce of energy she had into one final, decisive push. The vibrations grew in power, a concentrated blast that resonated through the entire cave. The shell of the turtle gave way with a loud crack, and Terry collapsed, finally succumbing to the relentless assault.
With Terry knocked out, his massive body lay still on the cavern floor, bleeding and motionless. Daisy lowered her hands, catching her breath as the echoes of her power faded.
"Finally," Daisy said, glancing around at the surviving agents who were regrouping, still shaken by the encounter. "Secure the area, and make sure there aren't any more deaths."
She sighed heavily, the weight of responsibility resting heavily on her shoulders. The agents moved to follow her orders, spreading out to ensure the cave was safe and that no other threats lurked in its shadows.
-scene change-
The city was restless, a sprawling urban jungle simmering beneath the August heat. Henry's drug operations, hidden in plain sight across New York's most notorious neighborhoods, operated like clockwork. Hell's Kitchen, Harlem, and other boroughs were the epicenters of his empire—a network of discreet factories and warehouses where his unique blend of alchemical drugs was produced and distributed.
In a rundown, seemingly abandoned warehouse, workers moved in silence, processing the latest batch of alchemical substances. Each worker was focused on their task, oblivious to the impending doom.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and then went out, plunging the facility into darkness. Confused murmurs spread through the building as the workers fumbled for flashlights and backup generators. The silence that followed was shattered by the sudden explosion of the front entrance.
Hydra agents stormed in, their assault rifles flashing in the dim light. They moved with precision and ruthless efficiency, a well-oiled machine executing a flawless operation. Workers scattered, desperate to escape, but the Hydra team was relentless. Gunfire echoed through the halls, bullets finding their marks with deadly accuracy.
The agents moved swiftly through the building, tossing incendiary devices into production rooms. Fires erupted, consuming everything in their path—equipment, chemicals, and walls crumbling into charred remnants. The air filled with acrid smoke, stinging eyes and searing lungs.
Grant Ward, leading the assault, moved with cold determination. He stepped over bodies and debris as he surveyed the destruction, his face emotionless. The Hydra agents fanned out, ensuring no one was left alive.
-scene change-
In Harlem, another factory lay hidden beneath the facade of a dilapidated building. The operation was in full swing, with workers managing conveyor belts and loading trucks with product.
Hydra infiltrated the site through a hidden entrance, silently eliminating the guards one by one. Once inside, chaos erupted as they unleashed their attack. Grenades exploded, tearing through walls and sending shrapnel in every direction.
The workers fought back, trying to defend their livelihoods, but they were no match for Hydra's firepower and tactics. The agents moved like phantoms through the smoke, dispatching targets with lethal precision. As the factory fell to ruins, Ward made his way to the central office, where the manager cowered behind a desk.
"It's done," Ward said into his phone, his voice a chilling monotone. "Tell HIM it's done." He hung up and aimed his weapon at the manager, pulling the trigger without hesitation. The body slumped to the floor, lifeless.
-scene change-
Across New York, in various locations marked for destruction, the Hydra team struck with calculated ferocity. Each facility was a critical node in Henry's network, and each was swiftly and systematically dismantled. Explosions lit up the night sky, the sounds of devastation echoing through the streets.
In a small, hidden lab in the Bronx, Hydra agents rigged explosives to the support beams. As they retreated, the building collapsed in on itself, burying everything in a heap of concrete and steel. In Queens, a discreet storefront operation was burned to the ground. Hydra agents ensured that not even ashes remained, leaving no trace of Henry's influence behind.
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