World Traveler Villain

[Chapter: 11 Explosion]

"Hurry up, it's a high-explosive shell developed by Mr. Stark," a soldier called out.

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded; the whole ground was shaking, and a raging flame permeated all around, destroying everything nearby.

"Ah, ah," a scream came out, and the soldiers were blown up.

The roof and part of the wall were blown up with it, revealing a large hole. Through the hole, one could see that many soldiers were rushing toward this place.

William lowered the shield and took the remaining three high-explosive bombs from the trolley.

William was about to leave, He prepared to leave. Around him, no one was left standing—some were dead, while others writhed on the ground in pain.

"This motorcycle is really awesome, even in the explosion, it can remain as it is," William looked at a heavy motorcycle that had fallen to the ground.

William walked over, lifted the motorcycle, stepped on it, and the sharp humming sound of the motor was made.

"Wow," William yelled, and the motorcycle dashed towards the front, leaving dark marks on the ground.

The motorcycle rushed out of the hole in the blasted wall and rushed towards the soldiers running forward.

"Here I am!" William bellowed, his voice carrying the intensity of a warrior stepping into battle. The cry echoed with power and determination, reminiscent of dramatic moments from DBZ fights, charged with an energy that commanded attention.

"Shoot, shoot the fucker!" one of the commanders cried out.

Bang! Bang!

"Shoot your mothers," William waved the shield in his hand, blocking the shots, and the shield made a dang, dang sound as bullets collided with it.

"It's time to get out of here," William said to himself as he rushed forward.

William rushed into the soldiers on a big motorcycle and suddenly rushed into the flocks like a lion.

Only screams were heard, and soldiers flew into the air and smashed into walls like snowballs. Blood splattered everywhere, and motorcycles and shields were stained with crimson blood.

"Ho, ho," William shouted excitedly.

"When I first knew I was going to murder someone, actually, I refused. I told the younger brothers I refused because I did not want to kill anyone."

The shield smashed a soldier passing by, and the soldier's body flew gracefully through the air, spitting blood on the wall.

After passing through this group of soldiers, William stopped more than fifty meters ahead.

"Haha! Let me give you something special. I promise you'll love it—who doesn't like fireworks?" William jeered, tossing a high-explosive bomb.

"Run! Run!" someone screamed, but it was too late.

Boom!

There was another violent big explosion; the ground was shaken, and in the monstrous flame, soldiers were blown up, their body parts flying in the air.

"What a beautiful scene, hahaha," William whispered. The motorcycle started and rushed toward the outside.

After several people hit and flew in succession, William had rushed to the big iron gate. William did not slow down and continued to accelerate.

Outside the big iron gate, another team of soldiers reappeared, and a scene that they did not expect happened. A loud bombardment came. The big iron gate flew, and the soldiers in front could only stare, watching the big iron gate coming at them violently.

Bang!

"Aaah," screamed, probably about a dozen people were killed by the big iron gate.

But this was not enough. A heavy motorcycle rushed out following the big iron gate, hitting the soldiers heavily.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The soldiers were hit and thrown. The dense group of soldiers had no way to avoid it. They could only stand and be hit by it. As the dense soldiers had no way to avoid it, they could only be hit by it in a silly way.

"This is so cool! So much fun!" Alex yelled, rushing out of the encirclement of the soldiers and continuing to drive away.

"Kill him! KILL THAT BASTARD!" an enraged commander bellowed.

Bang! Bang!

William laughed, turned the bike head, controlled the head with one hand, and held the shield in one hand, violently rushing forward, and rushed into the soldiers again.

Three big trucks came over, and they contained soldiers. They came due to urgent orders.

William yelled, "Good! Come on, as many as you like." He drove the motorcycle past three big trucks that had not yet stopped and threw two round things under the two big trucks.

"Guys, don't miss me in heaven," Alex yelled, and the motorbike went along the road very quickly. Then,

Boom!

During the vibration of the ground and the eruption of the flames, three large trucks were lifted by the powerful force of the explosion four or five meters high.

There was no need to say about the soldiers on trucks. They only heard a scream; then they were blown away, or they were directly swallowed by the flames.

Boom, boom!

The blown-up trucks fell heavily to the ground, and two of them fell into the street houses, smashing into them.

Boom, boom!

The three big trucks finally exploded in a fierce collision. This time the explosion was no less powerful than the previous high-explosive bomb.

In the high-explosive flame, the surrounding area was blasted to the ground, leaving only the remnants and broken walls, and there were only burning bodies on the ground.

William looked through the rear-view mirror of the motorcycle and looked at the flame rising from the rear, showing an evil smile.

"Why does this feel so good?" he wondered aloud. "I wasn't a maniac before—even when I ruled the underworld."

But he didn't dwell on the thought, breaking into a crazed laugh. "Hahahaha!" He sped away from the high-security military base.

About three minutes later, a white car came over, and the door opened. It was a soldier in a hat, and the other was Dr. Abraham Erskine.

Looking at the tragic sight in front of him, Dr. Abraham Erskine's face changed. "It must be William, Colonel Phillips."

Colonel Chester Phillips, the chief of Steve and Peggy Carter, clenched his fists. In the world timeline, Steve could become Captain America due to his support from the military.

"I don't care who he is—I'll kill him!" Phillips roared.

"It's my fault. I created this demon with my own hands," Dr. Abraham Erskine said, full of hatred and remorse.

"Doctor, this situation is not your fault; you now just had to create another warrior to combat that insane demon disguised as a human," Phillips remarked with anger on his face.

"By the way, Stark—he didn't die here, did he?" Dr. Erskine asked urgently.

"I'm not dead," a voice replied.

"Stark? You're alive—that's great!"

Howard Stark stumbled over and said, "He shot me, but I've always been wearing special body armor, haha."

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