My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 63 - 052 Pursuit

July 12th, 7:20 in the morning, Li Jing’s corner.

The Mutant known as "Swallowing Silver," dressed in a silver uniform, was charging like a bull across the rooftops of tall buildings. His physique was robust and towering, and when he hunched down, he resembled a silver motorcycle.

Upon reaching the edge of the rooftop, he warped the railing underfoot, using the momentum to leap to the next building’s rooftop.

In mid-air, an opening suddenly appeared in Swallowing Silver’s metal gloves, continuously extruding metal fragments.

Like a rabid dog, he snapped his jaw open, chomping through large chunks of metal fragments in his palm. The wind above the city was fierce, with black debris brushing past his mask.

As he devoured the metal, a jet propulsion system suddenly appeared at the back of Swallowing Silver’s legs and back, spewing flames that propelled him skyward like a Ferrari launching into the air.

He was in tight pursuit of the tiny figure in his sight.

There was a locking device in Swallowing Silver’s battle suit visor, but even at full throttle, the distance between him and his target widened.

The "Flying Ant" flew at a high speed. No one could catch up with her unless Blue Arc showed up. Only now did Swallowing Silver realize the initial task assignment was mistaken; he should have been capturing Da Zhonghou, while Blue Arc should have been capturing Flying Ant. He wasn’t suited for speed chases.

With tightly knitted brows, Swallowing Silver’s face twitched slightly beneath the mask; Flying Ant was about to escape beyond the visor’s locking range, and he was powerless.

"Swallowing Silver, did you receive?" Blue Arc’s voice echoed in his ear through the communicator.

Swallowing Silver gritted his teeth, replying irritably, "That pesky fly flies too fast, and she’s so small, I can’t even spot her!"

"If you can’t find her, so be it... Flying Ant’s superpower is always suited for escaping," Blue Arc said calmly.

"She’s running wild on our turf; we can’t just let her escape like this... Wait, that person is..." Swallowing Silver paused.

Just then, a pitch-black figure streaked past him, soaring through the air, using dark ribbons to latch onto a billboard on the building’s surface.

"Who have you encountered?" Blue Arc frowned.

"Black Cocoon."

While using the restraint belt to fly between skyscrapers, Black Cocoon glanced back at Swallowing Silver and said, "Oh, what a coincidence, isn’t this our Mr. Swallowing Silver? I even have a fan T-shirt at home with a picture of you holding a piece of iron and gnawing on it. If possible, I’d love to wear it for you next time... Hmm, you look as charming and pitiful as that hamster; people just want to feed you little snacks."

He paused: "Munch a bit more iron; it’s your deserved fare."

With that, Black Cocoon pulled a battery from his coat pocket, tossing it carelessly towards Swallowing Silver behind him.

Swallowing Silver was dumbfounded for a full two seconds before realizing he’d been mocked.

Furious, he shouted at the distant, skyward black figure, "You bastard! Get your ass over here!"

But at the next moment, Black Cocoon wrapped his entire body in the restraint belt, turning invisible and disappearing before Swallowing Silver.

Black Cocoon descended straight to the ground like a mummy, succumbing to gravity.

With his eyelids closed, he elevated the restraint sensing to its peak, making even the sound of car horns seem like exploding bombs. Thousands of chaotic noises from the steel city poured into his ears, almost enough to make a normal person dizzy and nosebleed.

When "Flying Ant" used her superpower, her body shrank to the size of a thumb, but even at this size, the vibration of her wings was quite audible. He could hear the sound of "Flying Ant" flapping her wings.

That frequency was quite unique, far surpassing that of ordinary avian creatures, so locking onto it amidst the noise wasn’t difficult.

As his figure was about to crash into the city streets, Black Cocoon abruptly opened his eyes.

From the fingertips covered by black leather gloves, the restraint belt spread forward like ink, grabbing onto a nearby high-altitude work platform. He soared upwards like a transparent bird, passing by a window-cleaner worker.

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Three minutes later, Li Jing, District Five, deep within a secluded alley.

"Finally shaken off those filthy things... I wonder how things are on Monkey’s side."

A thumb-sized woman removed her mask, muttering to herself as she returned her body to its original size. Her features were typically American, with freckles on her face.

She grunted, retracting her transparent wings into her shoulder blades, and reached up to unclasp the hairpin on her head, letting loose a cascade of golden, wavy hair.

At that moment, a pitch-black restraint belt suddenly descended from the sky, binding her arms and legs tightly.

And then, a figure slowly appeared, his body shrouded in a dark trench coat, with a restraint belt suspending him upside down beneath an air-conditioning unit’s baseboard.

The woman paused, then lifted her head, giving the dangling shadow a mocking smile.

She said, "You don’t think this will hold me, do you?"

Black Cocoon, fiddling with his phone, replied in perfectly accented English, "Oh... I understand, Miss Flying Ant. Nothing can bind a woman, especially an awakened woman. I’m a staunch feminist; I understand, I understand—this is the dilemma contemporary women face."

As he spoke, he extended a finger, using the restraint belt to pass a copy of "Misogyny" from his coat pocket to the woman.

Scratching his chin, he continued, "Why is it that the one who dies at the hands of Rainbow Wings is ’Mother,’ not ’Father’...? This really goes against feminism, clearly a plot penned by a male writer. Why does every production have to kill the mom, not the dad, just like ’Attack on Titan’...? Does maternal love have to mean sacrifice? It’s utterly absurd."

Black Cocoon shook his head, facing the woman whose expression froze, and seriously asked one word at a time:

"Do you support killing the mother or the father?"

The woman hesitated: "What the fuck?"

Black Cocoon raised a hand to his forehead, saying slowly, "It seems you’re not an awakened woman... regrettably, I thought we could find some resonance." freewebnσvel.cѳm

With those words, he silently removed "Misogyny" from the woman’s side.

The woman spat at him, but he tilted his head slightly to dodge it.

She refused to humor this weirdo anymore, a glint of power flashing in her pupils.

The next moment, her form visibly shrank, but the restraint belt ensnaring her writhed like a red-and-black snake, forcing her body back to its original size.

"Why?!"

She looked at her body, then at Black Cocoon, incredulous.

[Passive Skill "Restraint Suppression" activated: While bound by your restraint belt, the opponent cannot use any Extraordinary Abilities.]

"I forgot to mention, miss, I’ll borrow your superpower for a while... Actually, I’d love to become a little bee flying up in the sky too, not sure what that feels like; it must be even more joyous than American teens flying kites."

As Black Cocoon spoke, he pocketed "Misogyny" back into his coat, sending a text message on his phone to Blue Arc.

[Active Skill "Superpower Stealing" activated: Your restraint belt has stolen the superpower from the Superpower User "Flying Ant," which can be released within 24 hours ("Skill Release" or "Beyond the Time Limit" will cause the stored superpower to disappear automatically).]

Soon, Blue Arc, having received the message, arrived as scheduled like a flash of deep blue lightning, roaring loudly.

With arcs sparking around, he glanced up at Black Cocoon hanging in the alley, then looked at the Flying Ant bound by the restraint belt, momentarily speechless.

"Did he... help me catch Flying Ant?"

Blue Arc pondered while looking up at Black Cocoon, who was engrossed in playing Minesweeper on his phone, waving the pitch-black restraint belt as if greeting him.

At this moment, the woman abruptly turned her head, shouting loudly at Blue Arc for help: "Hey, why are you spacing out?! Make this freak let me go, save me!"