Ten Million Volts

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East Port, Starling City.

In front of a factory, two groups faced off with guns raised.

Frank and Anthony Venza were not having a pleasant discussion about "cooperation." Their men behind them were putting on the usual display of posturing and mutual provocation.

"How long has it been?"

Inside a van at the rear of Frank's side, Damon asked Helena impatiently.

Helena thought for a moment.

"Twenty minutes?"

"Twenty minutes, and they still have not started shooting. Are gang shootouts always this civilized?"

Damon could not help complaining.

Helena laughed disdainfully.

"He cannot refuse to bring me, but he does not want anyone to see me. So the plan he had for using you to deal with Anthony Venza had to change. If you do not go down, he has no confidence he can deal with Venza. That is why it has dragged on this long."

"I am not interested in waiting forever."

Damon opened the door, got out, and led Helena forward.

The crowd gradually parted.

Hearing the movement behind him, Frank had a bad feeling.

"Is that your daughter?"

"Hahahahaha."

"Frank, is this why you suddenly dared to come trouble me? You handed your own daughter over like a dog just to get a helper? Too bad. What can one man do?"

"Hahaha. Hahahaha..."

The entrance was shocking, but Anthony Venza recognized Helena immediately and guessed why Frank had suddenly dared to make a move against him.

After that initial surprise came loud mockery.

It was not only Venza.

His men laughed too.

Frank's face turned livid. He raised his gun, wanting to kill Venza on the spot.

Then he heard a low murmur.

"Noisy."

Damon frowned slightly and let go of Helena's leash.

Electricity erupted around him.

Blinding current crackled and snapped.

Infinite Stacking, hundredfold.

Ten million volts.

In an instant, it was as if the world had only one color left.

Blue.

Damon pointed at the sky, and the lightning rose like thunder, howling into the clouds.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The people who had been laughing wildly a moment ago now looked frozen, staring at Damon as electricity filled the air around him.

Drip.

Drip.

Raindrops began falling overhead.

The stunned men woke as if from a dream and looked at Damon in terror.

"Fall."

Damon lifted his hand and pointed at the factory behind Anthony Venza's group.

Boom.

Thunder exploded in the sky.

Lightning descended and struck the factory instantly.

The roof was pierced straight through.

A few seconds later, explosions followed one after another.

Fire rose into the sky.

The blast and the electric current formed a powerful shock wave that swept outward.

A long while passed.

The heavy raindrops gradually stopped. The dazzling lightning vanished.

The entire factory had been reduced to nothing, leaving only a few burning fragments behind.

Looking around, both Anthony Venza's people and Frank's people were all lying on the ground. The lucky ones twitched and foamed at the mouth. The unlucky ones had been killed outright by the spreading current and shock.

Only Damon stood upright.

"I may have made that a little too loud."

Damon muttered, then looked at Frank on the ground.

"Dead? If not, get up and handle business."

Frank shook his head in panic on instinct.

Only after a long moment did he realize Damon was on his side.

With that thought, he struggled up and slowly walked toward Anthony Venza.

Venza tried to move in terror, but his body would not obey.

Frank aimed the gun at him. The rage from being mocked earlier was gone, replaced by triumph.

"Selling your dignity is not shameful. Failing to get a good price for it is."

"This is what one man can do."

Bang.

The gunshot rang out.

Anthony Venza fell.

Frank, flushed with victory, wanted to say more. But when he saw the factory nearly leveled behind him, his expression stiffened, and no words came out.

Damon had no interest in hearing Frank's thoughts on the performance.

He pulled Helena up and left amid groans and muffled cries.

They got in the car.

Damon started it and drove away.

In the car, Helena looked at him and asked quietly, "Is that your strongest power?"

"Strongest power? No. I am afraid that would destroy the Earth."

Damon shook his head with a soft laugh.

In theory, his power had no upper limit.

As long as he kept stacking strength, even a casual punch could destroy the planet.

Not long after Damon and Helena left, East Port fell into chaos.

Police cars and fire engines quickly arrived.

Frank had just dealt with Anthony Venza's body when he had to face police questioning.

He told the story from beginning to end, only hiding the parts where Damon summoned lightning and where he himself shot Anthony Venza.

As for whether the police believed it?

Hah.

There was no evidence either way.

Besides, summoning lightning was so absurd that unless someone saw it with their own eyes, who would believe it?

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