Captain Gargle

Chapter 12

The air was thick with tension. It had been days since Captain Gargle had fought Baklang Impakta, and though the city was calm for the moment, Michael couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was coming. Blaguda had been sending increasingly dangerous lieutenants, and it was only a matter of time before she unleashed something worse.

Michael sat at his desk at The Daily Tribune, absentmindedly tapping his pen against the table. His thoughts drifted between his superhero responsibilities and his relationship with Belle. They had made progress, but every time things seemed to settle, another threat loomed on the horizon.

Just as he was about to dive into a new article, his phone buzzed. It was Commander Floss.

"Michael, we have a problem. Blaguda's most powerful lieutenant has surfaced. His name is Cyborg 5-6-5-6. I've been tracking his movements, and he's already caused major damage in the western district. You need to get there now."

Michael's heart raced as he read the message. He had heard rumors about Cyborg 5-6-5-6—an unstoppable machine with strength unmatched by any of Blaguda's previous lieutenants. If the rumors were true, this fight would be unlike anything he'd faced before.

Without hesitation, Michael slipped away from his desk, his mind already focused on the upcoming battle. As soon as he was out of sight, he transformed into Captain Gargle, the familiar surge of minty energy flowing through him as his suit materialized.

Captain Gargle took to the skies, his heart pounding as he soared toward the western district. This time, Blaguda wasn't holding back. Cyborg 5-6-5-6 was a brutal enforcer, and Michael knew that the fate of the city rested on his shoulders once again.

As he neared the area, the sounds of destruction became clearer—screeching metal, crumbling buildings, and the terrified shouts of civilians fleeing the chaos.

And then he saw him.

Standing in the middle of a wrecked street, surrounded by overturned cars and shattered storefronts, was Cyborg 5-6-5-6. The lieutenant was massive—at least seven feet tall, his body encased in thick, gleaming metal armor. His face was half-human, half-machine, with glowing red eyes that scanned the area. In one hand, he held a metallic staff, and his other arm was covered in a series of strange coin-like mechanisms.

Michael hovered above, assessing the situation. Cyborg 5-6-5-6 was no ordinary villain—he was a machine built for one thing: destruction.

Captain Gargle descended slowly, his eyes locked on the cyborg. "Cyborg 5-6-5-6," he called out, his voice steady. "Your destruction ends here."

The cyborg's head jerked toward him, its glowing eyes narrowing as it registered Captain Gargle's presence. A cold, mechanical voice rumbled from within. "Ah, Captain Gargle. Blaguda predicted you'd come. You will be neutralized."

With a sudden movement, Cyborg 5-6-5-6 raised his massive arm, the coin-like mechanisms clicking into place. Without warning, he unleashed his first attack.

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"Coin Punch!" Cyborg 5-6-5-6 bellowed as a barrage of glowing, metallic coins shot out from his arm, flying toward Captain Gargle with incredible speed. The coins whirred through the air, slicing through debris and smashing into nearby walls as they homed in on their target.

Captain Gargle's eyes widened as he darted to the side, barely dodging the first wave of coins. Each one packed enough force to crack concrete, and the sound of them colliding with the environment was deafening.

"That's new," Michael muttered, spinning mid-air to avoid another wave. He could feel the pressure mounting—Cyborg 5-6-5-6's precision was deadly, and each attack was relentless.