Chương 67: I’m no match?

Three girls on the floor, I knew them. 

My mind went blank. I was about to explode, but I saw their breath. I was still firing off alpha particles subconsciously. 

From the looks of things, they were unconscious.

Mom, Elsa, and Marg were on the floor, unconscious and that was enough for me to not explode. 

At least they were unharmed. But the people that did this were about to be not so much.

"You did this?" I pointed my hand towards a man in the center. He was old, maybe in his fifties. He was twice my size and looked more than capable enough to be a terrorist. 

There were roughly eleven men behind him all wearing red hoods. Almost like they were some sort of a cult.

"Welcome, son of Julio," the man spoke. His voice was deep.

'Not that again.'

It took nearly all of my conscience to stay sane in this situation, and what the hell was this moron talking about?