[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 88: Red Scorpion

"What?" Federico's agent fails to understand the word superpower, and he is most disgusted with these kids who haven't graduated from high school, who are impulsive, adore idealized comic book heroes, and talk about strange words.

Federik could tell something was wrong in Johnson's panicked voice.

With the character of a teenager, it is too late to hide in the face of strangers, how dare you casually tell the secret of the "stranger"?

"Get down!" Federico shouted.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the water pipe burst.

Columns of water poured out from the bathroom, kitchen, and underground.

One of the bodyguards behind the agent was rushed by the jet of water with strong water pressure, screaming and falling to the ground, the wound was blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

The sprinkler head in the ecological tank in the living room also exploded, and the glass shards flew everywhere and plunged into the sofa.

Federico hastily opened his hand, trying to open up space to protect everyone, but his ability did not move at all, as if he was being suppressed by something, and the power wailed in his body, only a faint strand of struggle, and it quickly disappeared.

Federico's pupils constricted as he saw a sharp piece of glass fly towards him.

"Boom!" Another loud bang.

Shards of glass hung in front of Federico.

The jets of water and the crooked furniture all came to a standstill, and then they floated, and a stream of air appeared in the room, and it grew stronger, turning into a black whirlwind visible to the naked eye in a matter of seconds.

It rolled up stagnant water and furniture debris, and the whirlwind had raised pieces of glass on the surface, and the whirlwind smashed headlong through the floor-to-ceiling windows and went straight to the lawn outside.

The agent was dumbfounded, looking up at the whirlwind that grazed over his head.

- The whirlwind was so strong that it took the wig from his head as well.

Federico, who knew Johnson's ability attributes, turned his head to see that the boy was clutching the railing on the second floor, and his face was red.

"Click!" Thunder lit up outside the broken window, reflecting the pale faces of everyone in the room.

The blast mine cleft a large hole in the lawn.

At the same time, Federik felt a lightness in his body, and the suppressed ability was easily used, covering him, his agent, and two other bodyguards.

He also wanted to bring Johnson in, but the black thunder around the young man refused to approach.

Outside the window, there was a dark unidentified object, a two-meter-high cylinder, and the electric light floated on the surface, constantly emerging bright arcs.

The whirlwind swept out a mess of things piled up next to it, including the broker's blonde wig, and the nearby turf was overturned, and it was pitifully soaked in stagnant water.

The "cylinder" moved straight into the room.

"Don't, don't move!" Although the agent's teeth were fighting, he still stopped the bodyguard from pulling the trigger in time.

They were all in Federico's ability space cover, and the outside world seemed to be covered with a veil, and the living room of the villa was unrecognizable, and when the cylinder "walked" in, the electricity scorched the soaked carpet and emitted black smoke.