In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

The air around was trembling, as if crushed by an invisible pressure.

The Time Administration's special agent team advanced slowly along the preset tactical formation. The twelve agents marched in the same rhythm, and even their breathing remained surprisingly consistent.

The uniforms they wear are far beyond the current level of human technology.

It was a strange substance between solid and liquid, with a metallic orange glow on its surface, yet it flowed and deformed with movement like mercury.

Nano-scale mechanical structures move across the surface of the fabric, constantly adjusting the shape of the uniform to suit every movement of the agents.

When light is shone from a certain angle, you can even see countless tiny hexagonal energy grids flashing on the surface of the uniform.

However, to Jonathan's surprise, in addition to the commonly used cutting batons and time buffer devices, they also had gun-shaped equipment that had never appeared in the original work.

The gun body is made of a translucent black crystal, with strange orange arcs flowing inside.

The barrel does not have the rifling of traditional gunpowder weapons, but instead has a spiral energy guide.

The leader of the team raised his right hand and made an "alert" gesture.

All the agents quickly stopped and formed a defensive formation. They looked around vigilantly, and the biosensors continuously transmitted environmental data to their tactical eyepieces.

Soon, they noticed Jonathan

The leader in front launched the attack first.

His reaction speed was at the limit of human ability, but in Jonathan's eyes, his movements were as slow as a turtle.

As the agent raised the energy gun, Jonathan had already analyzed every move the other party would make next.

"Buzz-"

The charging sound was heard, and a dazzling orange light flashed from the muzzle of the energy gun, and the plasma was compressed wildly inside the barrel.

But it seems to be of no use.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Jonathan's figure seemed to disappear in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the agent.

"Whoosh-"

Jonathan's arms burst out with intense golden light, rendering the surrounding environment polluted with light.

At the same time, his muscle tissue was also changing dramatically. The golden muscle fibers were wriggling under the skin, as if countless snakes were crawling under the skin.

These muscles were reorganized into a smoother form, layered on top of each other to form a streamlined armor-like structure, with each muscle filled with explosive power.

"not good!"

The agent immediately activated the highest level of energy shield.

The light orange energy barrier spread out around him like water waves, forming a perfect protective shield.

This shield can theoretically withstand the shock wave of the missile, but in front of Jonathan, it is as fragile as a layer of soap bubble.

Jonathan's fist began to vibrate at an ultrasonic frequency.

On a microscopic level, each of his cells resonates at a precise frequency, producing a unique vibration capable of dissolving any defense.

The moment the fist touched the shield, countless fine cracks appeared on the energy shield, just like glass being hit.

The next second, the shield completely collapsed, and tens of thousands of energy fragments floated in the air like flowers scattered from the sky.

But this "beautiful" picture lasted less than a second.

Jonathan's fist hit the agent's chest without any hindrance.

At the moment of contact, a violent energy was injected into the agent's body.

These golden energies were like living things, spreading wildly along the blood vessels.

Wherever it passed, blood vessels were stretched to the point of almost bursting, and horrific snake-like protrusions appeared under the skin.

The agent's body began to swell, like a balloon that had been force-filled with too much gas.

His skin turned red and the blood vessels on the surface were clearly visible, beating continuously as if they would burst at any time.

Under the impact of this energy, the internal organs began to dissolve, turning into a mass of slurry mixed with blood.

At this time, the other agents finally reacted and raised their energy weapons.

Orange energy bullets rained down on Jonathan.

But their counterattack came too late.

The first agent's body exploded with a sickening crack, turning into a cloud of bloody mist.

Jonathan didn't give the other agents any chance to breathe.

His body was wrapped in golden energy and turned into a blurry afterimage.

The second agent didn't even have time to pull the trigger.

Jonathan's arm easily pierced the agent's helmet.

After the high pole entered the hole, the golden energy turned into substance and continued to grow, splitting inside the agent's cranial cavity and stretching out in all directions like branches.

The third and fourth agents chose a tactical position back to back, trying to cover each other.

But this conventional tactic is still useless in the face of Jonathan's "pure" sexual definition attack.

His body suddenly split into two halves of golden energy, attacking the two agents at the same time.

The clone moved extremely fast and appeared behind the two of them in the blink of an eye.

When they regrouped, the two agents' bodies had been torn into pieces by the force of the clone's impact.

The remaining agents began to fall back while maintaining suppressive fire.

The energy bombs weave a dense web of firepower in the air. Theoretically, no creature can survive under such firepower coverage.

But Jonathan's speed of movement is beyond the scope of conventional physics.

His body shuttled between bullets, and wherever he went, there was an agent who inexplicably went to meet God in a different posture.

There was even one agent who was unwilling to be humiliated and chose to self-destruct.

The uniform began to glow blindingly, and the built-in energy reactor was about to overload.

"boom!"

The agent's body exploded under the influence of space-time energy. This was not an ordinary explosion, but a disintegration that transcended the dimensions of space and time.

His body tissues were forcibly torn apart in four-dimensional space, and every cell exploded at the same time at different points in time.

Blood and minced meat formed a surreal picture in the air, as if time itself was dyed blood red.

Golden energy flowed in the blood mist, like some kind of greedy living creature, constantly devouring the flesh and blood floating in the air.

This explosion will cause every area touched by the energy to be broken down at the molecular level, turning it into even smaller particles and eventually dissipating.

But... this still has no effect on Jonathan.

"Damn...it really looks a bit scary."

Jonathan walked out of the blood mist slowly as if nothing had happened, his uniform spotless.

He patted me on the shoulder gently.

"If I didn't have a body that absorbs energy, I might have really fallen into your trap."

The afterglow of the golden energy was still flowing in the air, but it could no longer get close to him at all.

His energy body is like a bottomless pit, transforming the power that can tear apart time and space into nutrients to nourish itself.

Hmm... another power bank.

There was a faint smell of ozone in the surrounding air, which was the residue after the energy reaction.

"Pity,"

He looked at the blood mist that had begun to dissipate.

"If you want to fuck me... you're still far from having this level of energy."

Jonathan took a deep breath, and the slight intoxication brought by the energy made his pupils dilate slightly, flashing a dangerous golden color.

And at this moment, Max, who was fighting on the side, shouted.

"Jonathan...to your left! It's the Time Guardian!"