"Hmm... It is difficult but doable if Robert is stopped, right?"

Noel asked calmly, his composure unshaken despite the mention of the formidable hero.

"Yes, it is, but..." Terry's voice trailed off, uncertainty and fear creeping in.

"But what?" Noel prompted, his gaze steady and unyielding.

Terry swallowed hard, his mind swirling with doubt.

"How will you stop him?" he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

A small, knowing smile played on Noel's lips.

"Well, I have a trump card for that," he said, his confidence unwavering.

Terry's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and reluctant hope battling within him.

"Okay," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their conversation pressing down like an invisible force.

"Anyways, the first thing we need to do is somehow reach Jack's imprisonment room," Noel said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Terry's eyes widened in shock.

"We!? You mean both of us?"

"Yes," Noel replied, his voice steady and unyielding.

"You need to help me."

"What? But how?" Terry's heart raced with a tumultuous mix of apprehension and curiosity, his breath catching in his throat at Noel's cryptic declaration.

"There are multiple guards over Jack's cell, and besides invisibility, I don't possess any other abilities."

The enormity of the task crashed over Terry like a tidal wave.

His heart raced, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

The thought of sneaking past the heavily fortified guards, each one a formidable obstacle, seemed impossible.

"Don't worry, you don't need to fight," Noel said, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Then what do I need to do?" Terry asked, his anxiety still evident but laced with a glimmer of hope.

"You remember where those power-enhancing serums are kept, right?" Noel asked, a hint of a plan gleaming in his eyes.

Terry's mind raced, recalling the layout of the prison.

"Yes, the room beside the sports facility. Wait... no way. Are you telling me to steal them?" His voice rose with a mixture of disbelief and fear.

"Yes," Noel confirmed, nodding.

"All you gotta do is steal a few serums."

Terry's heart pounded in his chest, the enormity of the task crashing over him.

"But what about the officers who are monitoring us and guarding the door?" he asked, panic creeping into his voice.

"Don't worry. I'll create enough chaos to give you a proper chance," Noel said, his eyes piercing into Terry's.

"So tell me, yes or no?"

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Terry hesitated, his heart pounding.

He could sense the underlying threat in Noel's words, the unspoken promise of something terrible if he refused.

The weight of his decision pressed heavily on him, the fear of failure and the unknown mingling in his mind.

"Yes," Terry finally said, his voice trembling but firm.

"Good," Noel replied, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Let's go."

They moved out of the room, each step feeling like a march toward destiny.

Terry's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

The stakes were impossibly high, and the fear of what lay ahead gnawed at him.

Noel entered the sports area, his gaze locking onto Felix, who was watching him with a look of frustration.

The air between them crackled with tension as Noel moved closer, his expression unreadable.

Felix's scowl deepened, etching lines of anger and defiance onto his weathered face.

The weight of Noel's presence bore down on him like a suffocating blanket, stirring a tempest of resentment and suspicion within his chest.

"What do you want?" he demanded, his voice a sharp-edged blade laced with irritation and contempt.

Noel's response was swift and decisive.

Without a word, he unleashed a ferocious assault, the baseball bat crackling with energy as it sliced through the air like a vengeful spirit.

The blue aura surrounding the bat hummed with a malevolent intensity, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit room.

The sickening thud of impact echoed through the air as the bat connected with Felix's head, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through his skull.

A strangled cry escaped Felix's lips as he staggered backward, his hands instinctively rising to cradle the source of his torment.

"You!!" he bellowed, his voice a primal roar of fury and agony as he struggled to maintain his balance, his world spinning dizzily around him.

But before Felix could gather his bearings, another blow struck him with bone-crushing force, the bat glowing ominously as it collided with his ribs.

The impact stole the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping for air as a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm him.

Noel showed no signs of relenting, his movements a relentless onslaught of calculated precision.

With each brutal swing, Felix felt the sting of metal against flesh, the taste of copper flooding his mouth as blood trickled from his battered form.

A final blow landed with devastating accuracy, the bat connecting with Felix's jaw in a sickening arc of violence.

Agony seared through his senses, white-hot and all-consuming, as the world around him dissolved into a haze of pain and confusion.

Bloodied and broken, Felix teetered on the brink of consciousness, his vision swimming with dark spots as he fought to remain upright against the relentless tide of agony.

The other prisoners and officers in the area were caught off guard, their faces contorted in a chilling tableau of shock and disbelief.

Frozen in place, they stood as silent witnesses to the sudden eruption of violence, their collective gasps and shouts echoing through the room like a cacophony of despair.

Felix, usually a towering figure of strength and dominance, now crumbled before Noel's relentless assault, his once-imposing facade shattered like glass.

The sight was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a grim reminder of the fragility of power in the face of unbridled brutality.

Blood dripped from Felix's broken nose, staining the pristine floor with crimson echoes of his suffering.

With each agonizing blow, his strength waned, his attempts to fight back reduced to feeble gestures of defiance against an unstoppable force.

The blue aura surrounding the bat pulsed with a sinister energy, casting an eerie glow that seemed to magnify the brutality of each strike.

Each impact was a symphony of pain and terror, a visceral reminder of the merciless grip of fate.

As Felix's knees buckled beneath him, the ground rushed up to meet him with a sickening thud. His consciousness slipped away, a fleeting shadow in the wake of Noel's unrelenting fury.

But Noel showed no mercy.

With a chilling resolve, he continued to rain down blows upon his fallen adversary, his movements a symphony of precision and purpose.

Each strike was a testament to his unwavering determination, ensuring that Felix would be thoroughly incapacitated and unable to pose a threat.

A few officers, spurred into action by the harrowing spectacle before them, rushed toward Noel in a desperate bid to intervene.

But their efforts were in vain.

With a flick of his wrist, Noel unleashed his telekinetic powers, sending them sprawling back with a force that left them dazed and disoriented.

The invisible force was relentless, sweeping through the ranks of officers like a tempest, knocking them off their feet and pinning them to the unforgiving ground.

More officers arrived, their faces etched with a potent mix of determination and frustration.

With grim resolve, they surged forward, only to meet the same fate as their fallen comrades, thrown back by Noel's invisible grip.

Their mounting frustration was palpable, a tangible presence in the air as they grappled with their inability to overcome Noel's defiance.

Some officers, driven to the brink by their impotence, reached for their guns, their fingers trembling with the urge to pull the trigger and end Noel's resistance once and for all.

But they hesitated, their minds weighed down by the knowledge that harming Noel would jeopardize vital interrogation efforts.

He was a crucial source of information, and they couldn't afford to lose him.

Their hands were tied, and they seethed with impotent rage as they watched Noel's powers render them powerless.

With no other option, the officers reluctantly called for reinforcements, their voices tinged with frustration and resignation.

The tension in the room reached a fever pitch as the heavy thud of boots echoed through the air, signaling the arrival of the reinforcements.

Their presence added an oppressive weight to the already suffocating atmosphere, their steely resolve evident in the set of their jaws and the glint of determination in their eyes.

Together, they advanced on Noel, a unified force of unwavering resolve and tactical prowess.

Their combined effort, fueled by sheer numbers and strategic coordination, finally overwhelmed Noel.

Slowly, with a grueling struggle that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, they managed to subdue him, forcing his powers to falter under the relentless pressure.

Terry watched in stunned silence as the chaotic scene unfolded before him, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

The sheer audacity and recklessness of Noel's actions left him in a state of awe and fear, his mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening before his eyes.

"Crazy," he whispered under his breath, the word barely audible amidst the chaos erupting around him.

Noel's brazen defiance seemed to defy all reason, his actions plunging the prison into a maelstrom of turmoil and uncertainty.

Yet, amidst the pandemonium, Terry recognized the opportunity that Noel's madness had unwittingly provided.

While the officers were preoccupied with subduing Noel, the path to the room containing the power-enhancing serums lay unguarded and clear.

With determination coursing through his veins, Terry slipped into the shadows, his form disappearing from view as he moved with silent precision through the labyrinthine corridors of the prison.

Each step felt like a precarious dance on the edge of danger, his senses heightened to the point of exhilaration as he navigated the treacherous terrain.

The echo of the confrontation behind him served as a haunting reminder of the high stakes involved, driving him forward with a singular purpose.

As he approached the door to the serum room, he took a deep, steadying breath, his hands trembling with a potent mix of anticipation and apprehension.

The air crackled with tension, the aftermath of Noel's daring act still lingering like a charged current in the atmosphere.

With one final glance back at the chaos unfolding behind him, Terry pushed open the door and stepped inside, ready to embark on his own perilous journey towards freedom.