American Comics: Sister Is Killed, Awakening Destroys Homelander

Chapter 109 This is hell

Seeing the horrific scene below, Admiral Allen opened his mouth wide and was speechless on the spot.

He pulled the goggles closer with trembling hands, and continued to look at it carefully a few times, for fear that he had seen it wrong.

But the scenes of bloody corpses shone in his eyes, reminding him of something all the time.

He felt his stomach churn and almost vomited.

He could barely hold on to the parachute cord, and he used only ninety-nine and three percent of his remaining sense to hold back from falling out of control.

Then he covered his mouth with his hands, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

After he recovered, he stretched his neck and looked around, trying to find a place to land.

But no matter where he looked, corpses were piled up in mountains, with no place to stand.

Allen felt unprecedented despair and fear.

He began to question why he came to this ghost place, and couldn't help but think about what if he would become one of those corpses.

Thinking of this, he felt cold sweat dripping down his back.

At the moment, he was no longer afraid of divine punishment and just wanted to stay away from this place of death.

So he gritted his teeth and tried his best to adjust the direction of the parachute, hoping to find a way out.

Seeing the horrific scene below, Allen felt his scalp numb and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He tremblingly reached out and pulled the goggles closer, wanting to see clearly what was happening below, but he didn't dare to see too clearly.

"No, it's impossible... What are these?" He murmured to himself, his voice full of fear.

He opened his mouth wide but couldn't scream, his throat was so dry and sore that it was burning.

My hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and I could hardly hold the parachute cord.

He closed his eyes and struggled violently a few times, trying to calm down.

But once he recalled what he had just seen, he felt sick and his knees began to weaken.

"Calm down! You must calm down!" he shouted to himself.

But when he opened his eyes again, the sea of ​​blood came into his pupils again.

Allen was so excited that his entire face turned as white as paper, and even his brows knitted together.

He bit his lower lip hard and dug his nails into his palms, only to be able to restrain the urge to faint on the spot.

Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and Allen felt that he was going to be driven crazy by this horrific scene.

He used all his strength to look away from below, and his breathing became heavier and faster.

"God...save me..." He begged in a low voice, but could no longer hold his mind...

Allen woke up and found himself in hell.

He held the parachute rope tightly and used all his strength to control the rickety parachute.

For the sake of his wife and his daughter, he had to come down... he said to himself.

But now everything is over, and his last hope has been shattered in this place where dead bodies are lying in the pond.

Allen desperately pulled open his goggles, and an uncontrollable emotion surged from the bottom of his heart.

He looked up and suddenly saw a silver-white shadow high in the sky.

It's not him! It's that guy! Allen froze, and his hair stood on end.

He blinked desperately, but the shadow still stayed in the sky, like a ghost.

What do you want to do! Let me go! Allen screamed hysterically, saliva dripping from his chin.

He was so frightened that he lost his rationality and just wanted to escape from this devil.

Allen pulled hard on the parachute rope and shook it from side to side, hoping to avoid the sight.

But the shadow follows him like a shadow, getting closer and closer.

Help! Someone save me! Allen almost collapsed, tears burst out of his eyes, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

He closed his eyes resignedly, waiting for the fate that imprisoned him to come...