Action Story

Ziegler lay there quietly, showing no signs of recovery. Just when everyone had given up hope, Tracer suddenly threw herself onto Ziegler and burst into tears. Her hands stroked Ziegler's charred skin, and then she accidentally rubbed off a large layer of black skin. Beneath the black skin, a layer of pink skin had grown!
Tracer was overjoyed. She rubbed even harder, until all the black skin on Ziegler's body was gone, revealing the newborn Ziegler. She slept peacefully there, breathing evenly. Tracer cried tears of joy.
The action team finally had four members, and Ziegler had also awakened. Torbj?rn had repaired her Valkyrie.
The team prepared to discuss their next move. "Guys, I still need to rescue someone. He's being held captive in Talon's base. We probably can't break in on our own, and command can't send us reinforcements. Do you have any backup?" Ziegler asked.
Tracer raised her hand and said, "I vaguely saw an anti-Omnic organization in London through the spacetime turbulence. They're like the Zeroes, except one is extremely anti-human and the other is extremely anti-Omnic. In fact, it's their oppression of Omnics that led to the emergence of the Zeroes. Perhaps we can use their power."
Reinhardt was the first to disagree, "That's too risky. They're dangerous too, and we're going to attack Talon, not the Zeroes. Why would they help us?" "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Talon has infiltrated the Zeroes. If we tell them that attacking Talon is attacking the Zeroes, maybe we can get their help." "No! That's like snatching food from a crocodile's mouth. We might cooperate on the surface, but they could turn on us at any moment." "
The situation is urgent; this is the only way worth trying right now," Ziegler persuaded.
"Fine, I can't argue with you guys. Let's go!"
The action team decided to seek help from the anti-omnic organization, which was undoubtedly a crazy move. The hunter and the wolf danced together, but who would benefit?
On Black Talon's plane, Widowmaker and Sombra were monitoring the action team's movements.
"What? They actually dared to provoke the Anti-Omnic Organization? How foolish! Those people are extreme chaos freaks. They don't see who's good or bad, only their own interests. In my opinion, they're second only to those lunatics in Australia."
(Note: In the official timeline, she's 7 years old, 7 years before she becomes D.Va.) "Sombra, go tell Moira to send people to take control of that place beforehand. Make it ours. The Anti-Omnic Organization is ruthless; I don't want them to hurt my little Angela… she's a key person the higher-ups have specifically warned about."
"By the way, I intercepted intelligence from Overwatch headquarters. Ana is about to go to Egypt. She was a sharpshooter in her youth; I'm going to have a good meeting with this legend. Moira, I'll leave the situation here to you. I have to go now."
Widowmaker's private jet took off from London. At this moment, King's Road was rife with undercurrents: Overwatch, Talon, Zeroes, and the Anti-Omnic Organization. All forces were poised to make their move; who would be the final winner remained to be seen until the very last moment.
In an abandoned workshop, a scarred man with a prosthetic arm was smoking and admiring a construction vehicle in front of him. He looked it over for a long time, then let out a smug laugh. Just then, one of his henchmen came over and lit his cigarette.
"Hehehe, boss. This is the new stuff the brothers got their hands on. It can blow through even the thickest walls. The British government wants to rescue Mondata, right? They'll definitely ask us for help then. We can take this opportunity to extort some money from them and make some extra cash, wouldn't that be great?"
"The Omnics made me lose my job, and my wife and kids ran away. They can work 24/7 without rest. We manual laborers have families to feed, we can't compete with them at all! So, I hate the Omnics to the core. Even if the government doesn't intervene, I'll still teach the Zeroers a lesson. After all, they not only imprisoned Mondata, but also dozens of our brothers!"
"This incident has also shown the government the harm of the Omnics. We can take this opportunity to fight back and take back what is rightfully ours!" The scarred man, getting carried away, flicked his cigarette butt and stomped on the ground several times.
"Report, boss, someone's coming towards us. Looks like Overwatch!" "Overwatch's involved too? We're just people operating in the gray area. Why would they bother with us? Let's go check it out!" The scarred man became alert and called over a few of his men to prepare backup.
"Wait! Overwatch isn't interested in you, but Talon is very interested." A seductive woman's voice echoed from the empty workshop. Immediately afterward, a dark purple energy ball appeared out of nowhere, burrowed into the crowd, and sucked all the guards down.
Moira and her Talon soldiers quickly took control of the workshop. She tied up the scarred man and said coldly, "The action team is a guest of Talon. We can't let you cause trouble. Talon is temporarily taking over this place. You'd better stay put!" Moira ordered the guards to take the scarred man away and waited for the action team to arrive in the workshop.
When the action team arrived, they were surprised to find Moira sitting in the center.
"Moira, it's you again! What does Black Talon want?!" Ziegler exclaimed, both shocked and furious at the sight of Black Talon.
"Oh, my poor little Angela. Do you know where you are? Do you know how these people will treat you? I don't want you to get hurt. You want to use the engineering vehicle, huh? Perfect, let's make a deal: Angela stays, and you take the vehicle." "Dream on! I won't let you hurt Dr. Ziegler!" Tracer retorted.
"Angela, talk to your young teammate. Young people don't understand anything. Come here, I want to have a private talk with you." Moira beckoned Ziegler forward. Tracer tried to stop her, but Ziegler's eyes were firm, and she told Tracer not to worry. She walked straight up to her.
Moira whispered in Ziegler's ear, "There are Talon forces within the Zeroes, otherwise do you think you'd gotten this far so easily? We've been helping you secretly. To tell you the truth, we want to use Overwatch to eliminate the Zeroes, so we're not enemies this time. For official reasons, and personally, don't you want to know how Chester is doing?"
Moira pulled out a tablet, the screen showing Chester being tortured. "He's really tough; no matter how we interrogate him, he won't reveal your secret." Ziegler's anger flared, and she growled, "He's just a kid, he doesn't know anything. Release him now!" "Releasing him depends on your sincerity. You stay, your team takes the engineering vehicle to complete the mission. Isn't that better for everyone?" Moira still had that wicked smile, making it impossible to see the depth of this woman's scheming.
Seeing Ziegler's troubled expression, Tracer felt guilty and was about to speak. Ziegler spoke first: "I agree. But first, let me see Chester in person!" Ziegler said decisively.
"No problem. We expected you to say that, we've brought him to you. Men, bring Chester up here!"
From behind the workshop, it wasn't the Black Talon guards who emerged, but the scarred man holding Chester hostage.
The atmosphere immediately tensed. Black Talon soldiers immediately raised their guns and pointed them at the scarred man. The action team also sensed something was wrong and drew their weapons, ready to fight.
Just moments ago, the scarred man had been locked in the same room as Chester. He overheard the conversation outside, took the opportunity to knock out the Talon guards, and then took Chester hostage. He held a gun, pressing it firmly against Chester's forehead, and roared, "Don't you fucking move! Anyone who moves, I'll shoot them!" The scarred man looked around nervously. He slowly moved Chester around. "What a lively day! Overwatch and Talon have both graced my humble abode. You're like big sharks in the ocean, and I, a mudfish in a stinking ditch, wouldn't dare mess with you. But you've dared to wreak havoc on my turf! I'm just here with my brothers, trying to make a living. Let each other have some space. Let me go, guarantee my safety, and from now on, we'll keep to ourselves!"
The atmosphere was tense, with the scarred man almost at the door.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted, and the powder kegs around them detonated. "If I don't survive, you'll all die with me!" It turned out that when the scarred man was arrested, he had already signaled to his men to detonate the explosives in the workshop. Once the workshop exploded, everyone who didn't escape immediately would be buried alive.
However, the timing of the detonation seemed off; the explosives detonated prematurely before he even reached the door. Sure enough, Talon's gun quickly riddled him with bullets. Before dying, he raised his gun and aimed it at Chester. "Bang!" A merciless gunshot rang out, and Chester's forehead was pierced through instantly, leaving him cold.
"No—!!" Ziegler knelt on the ground in agony. A fierce battle raged between the three factions, explosions echoing everywhere, the workshop on the verge of collapse. Talon and the Anti-Mage organization fought and retreated, both withdrawing from the area.
Reinhardt tried to pull Ziegler away, but she refused to budge. "Wait a minute, let me think of something!" "The dead can't be brought back to life, let's go, the mission is more important!" "Dead... I've got it! I have a way!
Reinhardt, you guys go first, wait for me at the door!" Ziegler stopped crying, a piece of information flashed through her mind.
She had discussed it with Commander Anna at the base during a research project. Nanotechnology could reactivate inactive cells, which, on a macroscopic level, meant bringing the recently deceased back to life. However, this technology was still immature, and it required a huge amount of energy to activate the cells. Even in the laboratory, only a recently deceased puppy had been resurrected, and its application to humans was still completely immature.
But now, wasn't she herself a huge energy source?
"Valkyrie, charge!"
Ziegler spread her angel wings, the light growing brighter with the infusion of energy. When she saved Tracer, she realized how to communicate with souls, how to call souls back. She saw an angel with wings on its back, scattering a beam of light, rescuing a girl from the River Styx.
That was herself.
That was the immortal hero! "Heroes never die!"
With the Lightwing fully charged, Ziegler raised his right hand, and a beam of light rose from Chester's corpse, illuminating him and enveloping him in golden light. He was resurrected! Ziegler picked up Chester, activated his Guardian Angel, and flew away at the last moment before the workshop ceiling collapsed.
"Boss, are we just going to let them go like this?" A Black Talon soldier watched the departing team with worry.
"Enough! This time the harvest is considerable. Did you see that beam of light? Technology that can bring the dead back to life! Once we master this technology, its value is far greater than the entire Phantom Watch Project!" Moira said excitedly, her eyes filled with desire and fanaticism—an expression she only showed when facing scientific challenges. Calming down, she emitted a purple ray from her right hand, draining the soldier dry, causing him to collapse. "Oops, I accidentally let you out. You'd better die if you knew this!" "Report! We've captured a member of the anti-Omnic organization. He surrendered and said he wants to join Talon." "Oh, what an interesting day, so many discoveries." Moira beckoned, ordering her men to bring the man up.
The man was brought in by soldiers. He shook off their hands and introduced himself: "I'm Wu Yao, the second-in-command of the anti-Omnic organization. My boss is reckless, always talking about brotherhood, never thinking before he acts. I'm pragmatic; following Talon is better than spending my days in the sewers of London." "I detonated the explosives prematurely. Let my boss go and die with the organization's brothers. From today onward, I will cast aside all my past and serve only Talon! That little girl next to Angel looks like she's British too. Rest assured, organization, I will find out all her information within three days." Wu Yao bowed respectfully, offering his sincerity.
"Hmph, you'd better do as you say, or your fate will be terrifying. Someone, take him for modification!" The inherently suspicious Moira wouldn't believe this man based on just a few words. To test his loyalty, she made him undergo the Shadow Watch Project's modifications as well. By the way, this project wasn't just for women. There were also enhancement modifications for men, but they were still immature; those who failed all suffered from swollen bodies, festering sores, and gruesome deaths.
The action team brought Chester back to the church; he was still unconscious. Seeing the resurrected Chester, the three members of the team were extremely surprised. "We clearly saw him die, Ziegler, how did you bring him back?"
Ziegler recalled the scene just now. At that time, she was extremely grief-stricken, and all her energy was concentrated. She remembered seeing the dead soul, so she reached out to pull it, and the enormous energy within her body transformed into a beam of light, connecting the bridge between life and death. Countless particles of light poured into the soul, giving the deceased a new life. She had mastered the technology of resurrection!
"That's the gist of it. You all go and rest. Chester needs some nutrition, so let me be alone with him for a while." Reinhardt and Torbj?rn understood Ziegler's meaning and pulled the bewildered Tracer out.
After the others left, Angela took off her clothes. She cupped her breasts and brought them to Chester's lips. She gently squeezed her breasts, and milk was fed to him. Ziegler gently stroked his face, looking at him kindly.
"Am I... in heaven?" Chester woke up groggily, feeling something warm and soft near his lips, and instinctively began to suckle. At the same time, a hand reached up and began to caress the soft thing.
"Mmm...you're so naughty, teasing me as soon as I wake up." "Dr. Ziegler, are you in heaven too?" Chester's mind was still not clear; he stared blankly at Angela.
Angela wanted to tease him, so she said softly, "Shh! Lie down and don't talk, just rest. I'm your angel." She then kissed Chester's lips.
"Wow, this is wonderful. I never thought heaven really existed." He responded to the kiss with his tongue, their tongues intertwining and swirling, their saliva exchanging in each other's mouths. The passionate kiss made Angela blush. She looked at the man before her; his face, though only in his early twenties, still held a youthful innocence. He reminded her so much of her first love in college.
She pulled open Chester's shirt and caressed his firm chest. "You've always been the one looking at my body, I've never seen yours before. Let me see how well you've developed." Angela's face was burning hot; her heart seemed to race and her mind went blank whenever she was with Chester.
Her little fingers slowly traced across Chester's chest, past his navel, and down to his crotch. Angela pulled down his pants, revealing a large bulge under his underwear. She leaned closer and said with a grin, "Oh dear, it's swollen here. Let the doctor take a look." She tried to pull down her underwear, but it was stuck by a long thing and she couldn't pull it off.
"Heave-ho—heave-ho—ah!" Ziegler yanked down Chester's underwear, and his long penis sprang out, swaying gently. A network of veins crisscrossed the surface of his shaft, connecting to the glans. Like a volcano poised to erupt, it continuously supplied energy to its tip. "Wow, is this what you put in me the other day?" Ziegler stared at the penis with fascination. "So vigorous, so firm~~" Angela's voice was sweet and innocent; she was like a young girl experiencing her first love, her face filled with joy and a blush. "It's so hard, what do you want to do?" Wearing only underwear, she straddled Chester, rubbing her genitals against his penis. She grasped the hot shaft with her hand, rubbing the glans against her mons pubis, squeezing out pre-ejaculate that smeared onto her underwear.
Chester was overwhelmed with pleasure, his hands reaching out haphazardly, trying to find something to lean on. Ziegler leaned down, pressing his hands against her round breasts. "Aren't your breasts big, sister? Do they feel good to touch?" Ziegler asked in a seductive voice, her hands squeezing the penis in her hands. Stimulated, Chester pinched the breast harder. "Oh! You're so naughty, squeezing so hard, you're making milk come out... As punishment, you have to drink it all~"
Angela pressed her ample breasts against Chester's face, burying her nipples in his mouth and squeezing out the milk with relish. While many women her age are mothers and have breastfed, Angela hadn't even experienced pregnancy yet, and already had an inexhaustible supply of milk.
She was directly experiencing the joy of motherhood. These past few days, she had treated every wounded soldier like her own child, nurturing them with her boundless love.
Chester was undoubtedly her most precious child. She poured her heart and soul into pampering him; for example, now she was about to give him her "first time." In a way, the "transformation" gave her first sexual encounter every day a sense of ritual. The feeling of satisfaction, a satisfaction only a woman could understand, as her tight passage was stretched open by a hard, enormous object resonated deep within her.
She rubbed the glans repeatedly, her own juices wetting it and pushing her panties to one side. The engorged glans pressed against her full labia. Angela breathed heavily, completely enjoying the sex. It wasn't about saving a life or being forced. At this moment, she was simply willingly letting the man before her penetrate her incredibly wet vagina for love and affection.
"Coming!" Angela's buttocks sank, the glans parting her labia and disappearing into her vagina. The penis entered the deep depths of her vagina, immediately gripped tightly, rhythmically swallowing and releasing with Angela's breath. Angela swayed her hips, making her "virgin" vagina adapt to the large penis.
Angela struggled to adjust to the penis. It was her first time having sex since her rebirth, and the tearing pain made her feel like an inexperienced virgin, yet the profound pleasure was undeniable. She tried to increase vaginal lubrication to reduce friction at the point of penetration. The glans was fully inside her, the foreign sensation reminding her. Until half the penis was inside, the glans scraped against the layers of vaginal walls, reaching a thin membrane.
She knew that crossing this membrane would bring the peak of pleasure.
She kissed Chester passionately, her voice trembling slightly: "If you go any further, you'll break my hymen, are you happy?"
Chester thought Heaven was a dreamlike place. He clearly remembered that angels had been raped by Black Claw; how could they still be virgins? Heaven had actually fulfilled his fantasy, allowing him to fuck an angel's virginity. He looked at the blurry image of the beautiful woman before him, both illusory and real, she looked so much like an angel. She seemed even more beautiful than he had seen before; her skin was smoother, her breasts softer, and even her vagina felt tighter than when he had penetrated her that day.
"Don't move, let me do it myself." Angela took a few deep breaths, lifted her hips, and placed her hands on Chester's chest. As if she had made up her mind, she closed her eyes, lowered her waist, and sat completely on Chester's thighs.
"Mmm—ahhh—!!!" The moment the hymen tore, it was as if a switch in Angela's heart had been flipped. Two hot tears streamed down her face, she didn't know if it was from pain or joy. Without that hymen, there was no more girlish reserve, only the wantonness in her soul was released.
The sound of "slap slap" rang out, and Angela, ignoring the excruciating pain of losing her virginity, violently shook her hips. There was no more intense stimulation than having something that had been held back for so long shattered in an instant. The narrow, thread-like slit was stretched to the width of four fingers, opening and closing, unable to stop.
"Hmm...hmm...um...um...uh...ah...ah...ha..." A series of meaningless nasal sounds came from Angela's mouth.
"So big...so thick...it's all in...waaaah...it hurts...but it feels so good..." She cried and moaned, the alternating pain and pleasure sending her soaring to heaven and then plummeting to hell. "Um...ha...huff...huff...woo..." She kept shaking her buttocks, and if there were a rearview mirror, you could see her like a thirsty slut, frantically stroking the thick penis beneath her. The thick penis filled her vagina completely, the opening stretched to its limit, and her juices splattered out with each thrust, making their point of contact murky and messy.
"Roar...oh...huff...roar...oh...huff...huff..." Angela's cries were seductive and sensual, the pleasure penetrating to the core. She was like a merciless sperm-draining machine, desperately stroking the penis, the slapping sounds incessant. "Come on, give it to me, give it all to me!" She clenched her vagina, trying to suck out every last drop of semen from his penis. She seduce him with incredibly seductive moans, her alluring voice echoing throughout the room.
"Coming! Coming! It's all in!" The semen washed over her vaginal walls, cleansing her soul as well. Satisfied, she collapsed onto Chester, humming blissful moans, and sweetly closed her eyes. His penis was inserted deep inside her vagina, vigorously ejaculating, flowing through every corner of her vaginal walls, thickly dripping from the vaginal opening, the white, cloudy semen staining everything—utterly obscene.
For Ziegler, losing her virginity was like flipping a switch in her body. Although resurrecting Chester had consumed a great deal of her energy, the experience of lovemaking had filled her body with vitality, making her feel her blood boiling. She wanted more! She glanced at Chester beneath her; the man was sleeping soundly. Indeed, for someone who had just been resurrected, quiet rest was best. Although her body was burning with desire, she decided it was best not to disturb him at this moment. So, who could she turn to?
The church was filled with peace and joy; Tracer could hardly believe this was a scene from after the disaster.
Since her return, she had so many questions: How did the angel escape from Talon? How were so many refugees healed? Faced with all these questions, Reinhardt simply smiled at the girl without saying a word, letting her wait for Ziegler to come out and explain himself.
Tracer sat in the hall waiting. Reinhardt brought her a white drink; she took a sip—it was surprisingly delicious, sweet and fragrant with a hint of milk. As they were talking, Ziegler came out. "Angela! Over here, the girl has a lot to say to you. You two have a good chat." Reinhardt tactfully pulled Torbj?rn away, leaving the girl alone. As
soon as Ziegler sat down, Tracer couldn't wait to start asking questions. Ziegler briefly explained what had happened, then pulled open her blouse, revealing a deep cleavage. Tracer remembered that Angel's breasts weren't this full before; now they were at least an E cup. Comparing them to her own small nipples… “Reach in and touch them, it's okay to pull them open,” Ziegler said with a gentle smile. Tracer hesitated; how could she… in public? “Don't worry, everyone here has seen my breasts,” Ziegler continued with a smile, seeing Tracer's still reserved expression. She simply took her hand and led her into the room. “Don't forget your drink.”
Ziegler led Tracer to an empty room, where she unbuttoned her shirt. "Don't be shy, Lina. It's just the two of us girls here. I'll be frank, this drink in your hand is my breast milk." Ziegler pointed to her breasts, making a heart shape with her fingers around her nipple. Ziegler told Tracer about her milk-producing constitution, which surprised Tracer greatly, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"Lina, you've suffered these past few days. We all failed to take good care of you during your first mission." Words were useless at this moment; only intimate emotional connection was enough for them to understand each other. Ziegler pulled Tracer into her arms, letting her rest against her breasts. The warmth of her body made Tracer feel a little embarrassed. This older sister was still so kind and gentle; even after suffering the ruthlessness of Talon, she still repaid the world with love.
Thinking of this, the little girl's eyes welled up with tears again. The angel gently stroked her hair, softly comforting her, "Don't cry, don't cry, Lina is a good girl, let your big sister take good care of you..." The two entwined, unknowingly rolling onto the bed. They removed their clothes, their naked bodies facing each other.
"Doctor, we're still on a mission...you haven't forgotten, have you?" Tracer hesitated, but the angel silenced her with a kiss, "Silly girl, don't think so much now...call me Angela in private." The angel's hands explored Tracer's body, the other a naive nineteen-year-old girl, probably never having experienced that kind of thing between a man and a woman.
"Doctor...Angela, I'm actually a lesbian...I have a girlfriend named Emily. But we haven't done this yet..." Tracer resisted the angel's touch shyly, her body twisting and turning, her coy resistance quite adorable. The angel's wanton hands grew bolder, reaching between Tracer's legs. Touching her two round, plump buttocks, she murmured enviously, "Such irresistibly alluring buttocks! So sexy at such a young age, who wouldn't be ecstatic to be your girlfriend?" Despite Tracer's lack of ample bosom, her buttocks were a top-tier asset. Naturally full and rounded, her buttocks were even more enticing than Ziegler's. The angel brazenly kneaded her buttocks, like kneading two soft dough balls, constantly changing shape in her hands. Tracer wasn't satisfied; she also reached for the angel's breasts, two equally full mounds of flesh, which were constantly being played with.
"Ah...ah, Lina, my dear sister, please have mercy! If you keep kneading, I'm going to milk..." the angel moaned with her eyes closed. Tracer wasn't about to let this mischievous older sister off the hook. She vigorously stimulated the angel's nipples, gently teasing them with her tongue, and instantly, a stream of milk squeezed from the pink nipples. "It's all your fault~ Humph. I'm going to become a cow that only knows how to produce milk again, oh...wooo..." The milk flowed uncontrollably, and Tracer immediately went to catch it with her mouth. But what about the other side? She raised her breasts, bringing the nipples to Angel's own lips, letting her suckle her own milk.
And so, a lewd scene unfolded in the room. The two girls were entwined, holding up their full breasts, sucking the milk from within, one on each side, making seductive moans as they suckled. "Mmm...mmm...sucking..." "Mmm...mmm...glug..." After sucking, their lips were covered in white fluid. They kissed, frantically exchanging the fluid in their mouths.
After a passionate kiss, both Angel and Tracer let out satisfied moans. Next came the part that girls love most: the "touching tofu" moment. Angel lay beneath Tracer, arms outstretched, ready to receive. Tracer straddled Angel's legs, placing her genitals against Angel's.
Tracer's vulva was pink and tender, with a light tuft of hair on her mons pubis and her labia minora slightly everted. Angel's vulva was as smooth as a baby's, clean and hairless, with her plump labia majora tightly closed. The two rubbed against each other little by little, occasionally touching their clitoris together, then pressing tightly together and rubbing rapidly. Both of them let out cries of pleasure, their faces flushed as they looked at each other, teasing each other by licking their noses and ears.
They were close to reaching a blissful climax. Now it was Angel's turn to take the initiative, pressing Tracer down beneath her. "Ha...ha...hum...hum...um...um...woo...woo" Angel's voice grew lower and lower as she increased the frequency of her thrusts. Finally, she squirted. Angel's urine output was evident; she half-squatted, screaming as she sprayed urine. A powerful jet of water shot onto Tracer's stomach, forming a pool of clear liquid.
She stopped a minute later. Tracer was already covered in her urine. She curled up, staring at the angel, astonished by her own squirting. "Sister Angela, how come you have so much water? It's on top, and it's on the bottom too..." The two embraced, continuing their passionate embrace...
Chapter Nineteen: Ascension
After a short night's rest, the action team prepared for their final assault on the Zeroers!
Reinhardt led the charge, repeating his earlier words: "Check your equipment! Let's begin the battle!"
Blue and white combat uniforms, four heroes working together, the action team, ready to go!
Chester woke up, a note beside him. It read: By the time you see this note, we've already set off. We've brought all the refugees from your medical station. The church needs you; we believe you can lead the church's people well. Await our victory! Until we meet again, Angela. Zieglerius. Next to the name, a heart was drawn.
The action team was formidable; Torbj?rn's Molten Core was ready, Reinhardt's rocket hammer was equally formidable, Tracer's pulse pistol crackled, and Mercy's Valkyrie attire was dashing.
But the Zeroers launched a true counterattack, with countless robots and fortresses attacking them along the way. The team fought valiantly, working together with great intensity. Despite the constant difficulties, they finally reached the power plant. Here, the final battle was about to begin.
(Ten thousand words of battle scenes omitted here)
After a fierce battle, the action team finally defeated the last OR-17. Once they crossed this final gate, they could rescue the hostages. Just then, the fallen OR-17 suddenly projected a video: an account named "zero" uploaded several videos, showing Mercy nakedly "treating" refugees in a church over the past two days, and a selfie she took in the bathroom!
Ziegler was both shocked and furious. Who was it? When did they take these photos? Suddenly, a figure appeared in the air—it was Sombra! Immediately afterward, a cloud of black mist drifted in and transformed into a human form; Moira had also arrived at the scene.
As the screen scrolled down, the comments below grew rapidly: "Is this person... Mercy?!" "Isn't Mercy from Overwatch? When did she start making porn?" "Wow, I really want to cum on Mercy's pussy. Cum in her mouth and make her drink my semen all day!" "Judging from Mercy's usual demeanor, I know she's a bitch craving semen. I've wanted to use her tits to squeeze my dick and cum for ages."
"Ahhh, Mercy's bathroom selfie. Bros, I'm going first! Hurry up, is there more?" Moira clapped her hands excitedly, looking triumphantly at Ziegler: "I never expected that our esteemed Dr. Ziegler, Mercy, would do something so lewd, and do it willingly without any temptation. Do you still dare to deny that you're a bitch craving a dick inside you?!" The shocking comments below the video stung her eyes. "Bitch, semen-filled cunt, whore, filthy public toilet"—these labels were branded on her mind. Was she a sex slave selling her dignity for lust, or a guardian angel saving humanity?
Faced with Moira's harsh questioning and mockery, Ziegler's mind was in turmoil. She kept trying to explain herself, but suddenly realized that all her explanations were so pale and powerless, as if they were just attempts to cover up her lewd heart. She covered her face and wept bitterly. Tracer, enraged, wanted to avenge her, but the two Talon members disappeared amidst their maniacal laughter, as if they had never been there. Silence returned to the scene.
On the way back, Sombra was puzzled: "Why not just release a real video instead of having me create a fake image to deceive them? Wouldn't a real video be more impactful?" Moira smiled and waved her hand, saying meaningfully, "The Shadow Watch Project is about attacking the mind. No amount of external erosion or destruction can compare to internal decay and depravity."
"If the video is really released, the frenzied public opinion will destroy her. At that point, she will no longer be an angel, but just a prostitute you can find anywhere in the red-light district. That's not what I intended. Her beauty and nobility should be based on maintaining her individuality. Besides, if it's really released, Overwatch might use all their strength to wipe us out. You know Overwatch is almost finished; there's no need to risk it with a dying lion." "So I can't take the risk. Even if I catch her, I only used a little bit of a strong lactation-inducing drug, and there will be no side effects after the effects wear off. Everything after that is actually her own choice. It seems my judgment was correct; winning hearts and minds is the best strategy. Now, give her the final blow, settle her inner hesitation, and let her accept this identity herself. Besides, I... nothing."
Moira originally wanted to say that she had discovered that the angel possessed the technology for resurrection. But she knew that once it was reported to headquarters, headquarters would spare no effort to capture Ziegler. Once they researched the technology on her, Ziegler would become a useless pawn, and then his life would probably be in danger.
Whether out of concern for her former colleague or out of personal admiration for Ziegler, she ultimately decided to conceal this crucial information. Watching the sex video of Ziegler playing in the shadowy figure's hand, her every smile, her graceful figure, her gentle kindness—Moira suddenly felt she was falling for Ziegler…
Ziegler sat there, stunned, her mind a jumble. She thought and thought, recalling that night at the church, the bonfire party, the happy smiles on the faces of the people, the cheerful tunes they hummed. Yes, as long as she gained the people's love and respect, even if she were naked, even if she were covered in semen, she would be happy, having dedicated herself to the cause of saving lives. The body is merely an external shell; it is the mind that determines the nobility of character. She realized: no matter what, I am who I am, let me continue playing the "Sex Angel"!
The Shadow Watch Project initially aimed to control and modify the target's body with aphrodisiacs, destroying their mind and making them completely under someone else's control. Black Lily was the prototype of the plan, but her mind had been severely damaged, and she had become cold-blooded and ruthless after her rebirth. The higher-ups at Talon wanted a spy with emotions and desires, so they sent Moira to participate in the project. However, the consequence of biochemical modifications was that many test subjects didn't live long, all dying with twisted bodies. Therefore, Moira devised a modification method that used drugs as a supplement, but focused on psychological manipulation. The test subject was the angel Ziegler!
Inside the Talon base, Moira was writing a top-secret file: ...The target's mind was resolute and could not be manipulated or won over. The experiment has failed, and all data on the target has been erased.
...A new test subject has been found and will be managed entirely by my assistant, Wu Yao. The subject's name is: Lina
Oxton.
After finishing, she opened an encrypted private notebook and recorded: The secret of "resurrection" has been discovered. The Shadow Watch Project is completely suspended, and all efforts are focused on researching "resurrection" technology!
On Talon's private jet, Black Lily's voice came through the communicator: "Moira, you'd better explain to me clearly what you mean by 'the target is uncontrollable, causing the experiment to fail.' You'd better give the higher-ups an explanation, or you know what will happen to you!"
Moira calmly replied, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. This is my plan after comprehensive evaluation. Angels are not suitable for forced modification with drugs. We can't force her; we have to let her change slowly on her own.
The higher-ups want a Phantom spy that can be trained in a short time, but she's different; she needs time to infiltrate." "To make up for my dereliction of duty, I've recruited a new assistant. Judging from the modification results, he's very successful. Let him replace me as the head of Project Phantom. A new test subject has also been found. Didn't the higher-ups want a qualified Phantom spy? Let's start with her." In Talon's secret base, a row of men were arranged in more than a dozen hibernation pods. Each of them was connected to countless tubes. The staff in front of the control panel monitored every data point on the instruments. Red warning words appeared on each hibernation pod in front of them. "Another test subject failed. This is the eleventh failed sample. Another one came today; let's see if he can succeed." The hibernation pod opened, and Wu Yao stepped out, completely naked. He remembered that before entering the hibernation pod, the researchers injected him with various drugs. His body suddenly became very hot, and he felt all his muscles flowing. This intense feeling grew stronger and stronger until he finally passed out. When he woke up, he looked around. Red warning signs appeared on the other hibernation pods; only he had survived. He
went to look at the other hibernation pods. The test subjects inside were all dead, and their deaths were extremely gruesome. Some had mutated bodies that were swollen all over, while others had their bones twisted and contorted. He couldn't help but feel a chill. He touched his own body; he was completely intact, even stronger than before. Especially his genitals, which had become thick and long, as big as a black man in a Hollywood movie. And this was without an erection; if it were erect, he didn't know how magnificent it would be.
"Is this the Black Claw's modification, enhancing my body and sexual abilities? What do they want me to do?" Wu Yao wondered to himself. The laboratory door opened, and the research director's voice rang out: "Congratulations, subject AE86-11, or should I call you Wu Yao? You have passed the enhanced transformation of Project Phantom. Now we will conduct a psychological evaluation to ensure your unwavering loyalty to Black Claw."
Wu Yao was a Chinese student studying in the UK, majoring in biomedical science. His dream was to become a medical doctor, develop new drugs, earn huge patent fees, and live a wealthy life. However, when he was applying for postgraduate studies, he was interviewed by a native British person. Ultimately, his supervisor rejected him, the Chinese student, and chose another student. He only remembered that the student's name was Chester.
Losing his chance to advance his studies, Wu Yao also lost the means to stay in the UK. With his mediocre qualifications, he couldn't find suitable work in the UK. He could only wash dishes in restaurants and work as a waiter in hotels, doing odd jobs. But in that era, the emergence of omnics perfectly replaced humans in these simple tasks, so he gradually couldn't survive.
It was then that the anti-omnic organization took him in. With his intelligence, he quickly rose to the top, eventually becoming the second-in-command. But his ambition went far beyond that; he wanted wealth and glory. Wealth and a life of luxury surrounded by beautiful women. But these anti-mechanical organizations couldn't offer him that. He stayed there, huddled in London's sewers every day, living like a rat in the street, with no reputation and no guarantee of survival.
Now, he had an opportunity. Both Talon and Overwatch were involved in Operation King. In his eyes, there was no good or evil; anything that benefited him was good. He was already prepared; once the opportunity arose, he would jump ship to a larger organization without hesitation. Wu Yao recounted his entire life story to the research director. Seeing his honesty, the director considered him a promising talent and explained the Overwatch plan to him in detail.
Wu Yao was surprised; his path to promotion at Talon was much smoother than he had expected. The project leader, Moira, personally met with him, and after several tests, he was assigned to be Moira's assistant, effectively the deputy commander of the project. In just a few days, he accomplished what others took years to achieve. Although his test scores and performance were indeed outstanding, his progress was simply too rapid.
That day, he held a document in his hand, containing all the information about Tracer. It even included her home address and details about her girlfriend, Emily. Moira was very satisfied with the document, nodding approvingly: "I didn't expect you to be so insightful not only in the medical field but also in intelligence gathering. It seems there's a reason you've become the second-in-command in the anti-Mage organization these past few years." "I've tried your drug improvement suggestions, and they're indeed very effective. My previous formula was too extreme, causing the test subjects to die very easily. After adding your new formula, the survival rate has indeed increased significantly. So, how do you plan to seduce the modification target?" Wu Yao respectfully replied, "Don't worry, I've come up with a plan. I'll start with the target's girlfriend, Emily, and then… and finally… I guarantee I'll train her into an obedient bitch."
"Very good. Then I look forward to your performance. I've been a bit tired lately, so you'll be in full charge of the plan for now. Don't ask for my opinion; boldly unleash your abilities, young man!" The crisis of Operation King was finally resolved, and Overwatch had once again brilliantly completed their mission. Everyone wore relieved smiles. But Ziegler still had many doubts: after Talon left, she repeatedly checked the internet, but there were no videos or comments about "Zero," as if the previous images were all fake. What was Talon's purpose in doing this? And what about the anti-mind machine organization still operating underground in London? Would this victory bring only temporary peace? Would the embers of the crisis reignite?
The team members discussed their plans. Reinhardt laughed and said, "I'm getting old. This is probably my last mission. After the mission, I plan to go back to my hometown, Eichenwald, to recuperate for a while. By the way, Torbj?rn, your daughter Brigitte is there too, right? I haven't seen her in a long time. Is my little niece still the same tomboy who used to bully boys since she was little? Hahaha, like father, like daughter!" Tracer planned to go home to visit. She sent her girlfriend Emily photos of their victory, and Emily said she was getting impatient and told her to hurry home.
Ziegler suddenly remembered something. She took something out of her bag and went to the bathroom. She picked up the pink panties, took off her pants, and put on the panties, which still had white stains on them. After putting them on, Ziegler took a selfie of her buttocks and sent it to someone.
In the church, Chester became the temporary head, responsible for managing the refugees' lives, and things were thriving. Many new people arrived at the church. Among them, a young man was chatting with a new friend, boasting that he had once received used underwear from an angel, which everyone disbelieved. Then his phone suddenly received a message: a selfie of an angel in the bathroom, her buttocks exposed, pink panties between her white thighs, covered in white stuff. He immediately showed it to everyone excitedly, eliciting gasps of surprise.
After Ziegler finished using the toilet, all three of them stared at her. What were her plans next? "I'm just a doctor, occasionally creating miracles. I'll go wherever I'm needed," she replied with a smile. The crisis in London had subsided, but thousands of refugees remained displaced. Perhaps she would return to London to continue comforting the remaining refugees.
After reporting the mission to base, the team rested for a few days. During this time, Ziegler thoroughly examined her body. The essence of the treatment fluid was simply accelerating her metabolism; its long-term presence kept her in a state of constant excitement. Extracting the serum restored her to normal. She stored the serum in her Valkyrie combat suit, injecting small amounts during battle to enhance her recovery. Even the swelling in her breasts was merely due to the lactation-inducing agent; after injecting the neutralizing solution, her breasts returned to their normal size.
After resting, Ziegler and Tracer boarded a plane back to London. This time, there was no mission, so they traveled on a regular commercial airliner. At the airport, Angel and Tracer, about to part, embraced tightly.
Tracer said reluctantly, "Angela, thank you so much for this mission. I don't know when we'll be able to work together again. I wish you all the best!"
"It's alright, Lina. Go back and see your Emily, she must be waiting anxiously for you. I'll always remember you. Believe in yourself, you're a hero!" Ziegler pointed to the Overwatch logo on his shoulder and saluted her. Tracer returned the salute. The airport was bustling with people, and the two watched each other until they disappeared into the crowd.

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