NABC Chapter 157: Hercules’s Power
Chapter 157: Hercules’s Power
Chapter 157: Hercules’s Power
High up in the mountain, Aron and his special forces teams were pushing through the forest in full
And that made Aron think even harder.
This wasn’t a rampage. This was restraint.
Whoever they were dealing with had chosen not to kill anyone.
That level of control… Aron narrowed his eyes as the group pressed on.
To fight this many trained mercs and take them all down without a single death… Max, I know you want this person to be your teacher. But I’m starting to wonder if I can even get close enough to convince him.
Then, shouting.
Voices, not far off.
“GET HIM! GET HIM!” someone screamed in the distance.
They heard the noise instantly, and they knew what it meant.
Combat.
The other squad had engaged.
Without a word, Aron and his team rushed forward, weaving through the last stretch of forest until the trees thinned. The canopy opened, and just ahead, they saw it.
A cabin. Large, rugged, built from thick logs and stone, clearly meant to survive the wild. And in front of it, chaos.
Aron stepped out into the clearing just in time to see eight of the squad members surrounding a single man. Not just any man.
He had to be close to seven feet tall, towering over the others. The entire upper half of his body was bare, revealing a physique sculpted by nature and hardened by something more brutal than any gym could offer. His skin was dark and tanned, sun-worn and scarred, stretched over broad shoulders and a massive chest.
A wild, scruffy beard covered his face, grey streaking through it like weathered steel. And his hair, long, unkempt, and tangled, cascaded down his back, reaching the base of his spine.
It looked like it had been growing for years.
His eyes were the most unsettling part, narrow, sharp, almost square in shape. Focused. Not angry. Not frantic. Just precise. Deadly precise.
The squad had formed a circular perimeter around him. They’d already pulled their weapons, tazers, and had begun firing.
Electric prongs shot out, slamming into the man’s torso.
Some didn’t even pierce the skin. Others dug in, delivering maximum voltage.
But he didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.
Then, calmly, the man reached down, grabbed one of the wires connected to his chest, and yanked.
The entire tazer gun was ripped from the squad member’s hands. And before anyone could react, the man hurled it, straight into the soldier’s face.
CRACK.
The weapon shattered on impact.
“The tazers aren’t working,” the captain said, standing beside Aron, voice low and grim. “That means we’ll have to take him down the old-fashioned way.”
One of the soldiers took the cue and rushed in, yelling as he charged.
He didn’t last a second.
The man swung one arm across his chest, just one arm, and it hit the soldier like a truck. The force lifted the man completely off the ground and launched him backward into the forest, where he vanished into the shadows between the trees.
The captain and the rest of the squad, still standing behind the line, froze in place, gulps audible, sweat visible.
One man had been launched like a ragdoll with a single swing.
“Do you have a gun?” Aron asked, holding out his hand without turning his gaze.
The captain blinked. “We’ve got sidearms that fire high-velocity rubber rounds. No lethal weapons. We’re not authorized to use anything deadlier for a task like this.”
“That’ll be enough,” Aron said calmly.
Something about the way he spoke, the stillness, the confidence, made the captain hesitate. Against his better judgment, he reached to his side, pulled his weapon, and handed it over.
“What are you planning to do?” he asked, voice dropping. “The other squad’s been unloading rubber rounds. They just bounce off him. This mission… we can’t win this.”
Aron checked the gun, inspected the chamber, tested the weight.
“I’m doing my duty,” he replied.
He pulled back the slide and clicked it into place, eyes focused.
“My task, as the Silver Ranger.”