Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Infiltration and Evacuation!
The event hall was still chaotic as ever.

The sounds of coughing, choking, and panicked screams wouldn’t end as the red gas kept spreading. Some people were clutching at their throats, while others staggered around blindly as their eyes turned red and teary.

The gas was relentless.

It burned their skin and lungs with every second.

Viewers of the stream were going wild.

Comments flooded in, some outraged, others incredulous, and a few disturbingly entertained.

[WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING?? ARE THEY ALL JUST GONNA CHOKE TO DEATH?]

[What do you expect? Not everyone’s trained for a freaking bomb threat.]

[Bro, there are literally superheroes in that room. Powers or no powers, they should step up!]

[Nightwatch’s there, right? What’s he doing?]

[Probably filming and laughing in a corner while the rich folks die. Classic anti-hero move.]

[STFU. Nightwatch wouldn’t do that. He’s not that guy.]

└ [Bro, stop doing tricks on it 💀…]

—

Scott gritted his teeth as he knelt beside Emma.

Her convulsions were growing worse.

Her breathing ragged.

He placed her in Nadia’s trembling arms.

“Watch her. I need to stop that bomb before it’s too late.”

Nadia’s painfully red eyes widened.

“Wh-, Where’re you going?”

Her voice cracked as she coughed violently.

“To handle this…”

Scott looked toward the menacingly beeping trolley at the center of the room.

“We don’t have time to wait for anyone else.”

Nadia hesitated.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe.

She nodded weakly.

“Go… just be careful.”

As Scott turned to leave, a frail hand gripped his wrist.

Emma.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and barely conscious.

Her cracked lips moved to speak barely audible words.

“Scott… be careful…”

He placed his hand gently over hers and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this.”

Carefully, he removed her hand and ran toward the trolley as he weaved through the choking crowd.

[Why’s he just standing there like an NPC?? MOVE!]

[He’s giving off main character energy tho…]

[In his hopeless dreams (´-ι_-｀)]

[Wait… let him cook.]

Scott’s eyes darted around the room.

『Alright, Nightwatch… think… think…』

He needed a plan. Fast.

The reinforced glass lining the walls.

The silverware on the tables.

The bomb in front of him.

Pieces of a puzzle he had mere seconds to solve!

“Use your surroundings… c’mon…”

Suddenly, a powerful realization struck him.

Without hesitation, he spun on his heel to grab a sharp steak knife from a nearby table, then hurled it at the floor-to-ceiling glass with precision.

… thunk────KRAAAAK!!

The blade struck its mark, creating a spiderweb of cracks.

The chat went wild.

[Yo, that throw was CLEAN.]

[HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT?!]

[Nightwatch confirmed. Only he could pull off something like that. My GOAT is here! 🔥]

[Donation Alert: $500 from @NutBuster5000: Take all my savings my handsome, glorious KING!]

Scott didn’t waste a second.

He sprinted toward the trolley with a pounding heart.

The trolley’s beeping had reached a fever pitch.

『It’s gonna blow──!!』

With a powerful leap, he delivered a drop kick and launched the trolley like a rocket into the cracked glass.

The moment the trolley hit the window, the glass shattered, and the trolley exploded midair.

… ksssshhhh────BOOOOOOM!!

The shockwave was deafening.

It rattled the entire building and sent a plume of fire and debris into the night sky.

“RAAAAAHHHHH!!”

“EEEEEEEEEUUUU!!”

Outside, screams erupted as bystanders fled in terror, unsure of what had just transpired.

Back inside, the shattered glass provided the break they needed. The red gas began flowing out of the room and fresh air rushed in to replace it. People coughed and gagged but were finally able to breathe.

The stream chat was quite excited.

[WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS??]

└ [Absolute Cinema ✨]

[Nightwatch is INSANE. That was some next-level shit!]

[I CALLED IT. THAT’S MY GOAT.]

[Man’s got moves AND brains. Respect.]

Donations flooded in as viewers showered praise and dropped everything from high-value gifts to exaggerated messages of admiration.

Scott wasted no time.

He sprinted back to Emma and scooped her into his arms.

Her body was limp but she was still breathing.

He looked to Nadia, who was on barely her feet, but already rallying the other guests.

“Get everyone out of here. I’ll take care of Emma.”

It was a quick order.

Nadia nodded and stumbled toward the panicked crowd.

“COME ON!!”

Her hoarse voice shouted for them to follow her.

As Scott made his way to the hall’s exit, the System’s voice rang in his ear.

[Alert: Stop. Retrieve the unhatched technophage egg. It will prove greatly essential.]

Scott growled in frustration. “What now?! Where is it?”

To his left, he spotted a shattered glass case lying on the floor amidst the chaos.

Inside was a metallic, alien-looking egg.

Scott hesitated for only a moment before making his decision.

“Guess we’re not done yet.”

He shifted Emma in his arms as he reached for the egg.

━ ━ ━ ━

The explosion from earlier also shook the fake news van patiently waiting on the sidelines.

Grave watched all the chaotic clips with a blank face.

Grave rose from his seat as his dark trench coat trailed behind him like a shadow.

He turned to face the back of the van, where ten men sat on either side of the cramped space.

Each was dressed in tactical black and their faces were obscured by caps and face masks. Their weapons were held at the ready: batons, escrima sticks, and a few futuristic contraptions Grave had sourced from less-than-legal channels.

“It’s time. Move. No hesitation.”

They’d been waiting to hear this order.

The men got up together.

Their movements were smooth and perfectly in sync, like seasoned soldiers who had spent years mastering the art of war.

One by one, they climbed out of the van and left The Peak huddled in the corner. His once-immaculate super-suit was now stained and reeking of urine as he sat there, trembling and powerless.

“Waaaahh, I peed myself…”

The blonde-haired man cried shamelessly.

Grave didn’t bother sparing him a glance.

“Pathetic…”

He focused back on his tablet.

—

The tactical squad stormed into the Blue Garden Hotel with ruthless efficiency. The first wave of hotel security barely had time to react before the assault began.

One guard rushed forward.

“Hey! You’re not allowed──!”

Before he could finish, a heavy boot collided with his usually rigid stomach. The force sent him crashing into a nearby wall, knocking both the air and consciousness out of him.

Another guard drew his baton, only to have a sizable metal box hurled at him. Reflexively, he caught it, but his momentary distraction was fatal. An escrima stick whistled through the air, and smashed his skull with a sickening crack!

Thankfully, the viewers could witness this from the camera drones placed there.

[Wait, are those terrorists?! Wtf is going on??]

[This is turning into a Die Hard movie, and I’m so fuckin’ HERE for it.]

[Are those guys… smiling? Why are they so good at this?!]

[Security guards = NPC difficulty 🤡]

—

The invaders moved like a storm.

They dispatched every obstacle with brutal precision.

They were simply unstoppable.

By the time they reached the 10th floor, the halls were eerily silent.

“Set it up…” one of them ordered.

In no time, they moved with an almost enviable precision to connect gas tanks, condenser units, and several other high-tech equipment effortlessly.

The FGIU was operational in minutes.

“Grave, it’s done…”

One of them reported through comms.

“Activating now.”

“Information received. Excellent. Remember, as long as the FGIU is active, no metasapien in that building can use their powers. Proceed as planned.”

The red gas hissed out and slithering through vents and hallways like a living entity. It spread faster than before, choking the life out of anyone caught in its path.

—

Meanwhile, on the 35th floor, Scott had just managed to stabilize Emma.

Her breathing was slow but steady.

She stirred slightly and her long lashes fluttered open.

“Emma…”

Scott said softly as his hand rested on her shoulder.

“How are you feeling?”

“Scott… what’s happening? I feel… weird…”

Her voice could barely leave her dry, bleeding throat.

Scott was about to respond when the System’s voice interrupted.

[Warning: A powerful suppressive agent is spreading rapidly. The gas can neutralize metasapien abilities and is toxic to all humans. Immediate action is required.]

The young man could only sigh.

“Great. Just what I needed.”

His head fell for a short moment.

[Who’s the girl? She’s cute af.]

[OMG, Nightwatch has game.]

[Bro, like I said before, he’s always had game ┐(´д`)┌]

[Bro’s saving a damsel in distress now? Peak main character energy fr! 🔥]

[But what about Mist? Doesn’t she matter anymore??]

[Stop simping. This is war, not a romcom.]

[Psssht, Mist can get washed for all I care. I never liked that bitch if we being real! 🗣️ 🔥]

—

Scott ignored the noise.

His only focus was on Emma.

He cupped her face gently, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Listen to me, Emma. Some very bad people are in this building. I need you to leave—now.”

She blinked intermittently, still very lost.

“What? Leave? What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I have work to do.”

She reached up and weakly gripped his wrist.

“No. I’m not leaving without you.”

Scott hesitated as his resolve faltered for a moment.

It was hard to turn down such a beautiful woman, especially when she acted so strong.

But then, the System chimed in again.

[Gas levels are critical. Remaining in the building will result in severe health risks for Emma.]

Scott placed his hand over Emma’s slender hands.

“I promise I’ll catch up. But you have to trust me.”

Before she could argue further, he stood and began stacking tables at the center of the room to create a sort of makeshift platform.

He looked back at her with desperation.

One mind told him to go with her and the other told him to stay back and fight.

[Nightwatch, you better not screw this up.]

[This man’s risking it all for a girl. Respect.]

[Where’s my Nightwatch x Mist shippers at? Y’all sweating yet?]

[New Girl > Mist. Fight me.]

[Bro, focus on the mission, not the romance subplot.]

[Damn, the switch up on Mist is crazy 💀 A few streams ago you guys were all over how great her ass looks.]

Scott grabbed Emma’s wrist with urgency and yanked her toward the makeshift platform.

She stumbled slightly, still looking very confused.

“Move. Now.”

That was all Scott told her.

Or had time to tell her.

Emma still didn’t fully grasp the severity of the situation.

“How—how am I supposed to get out of here?”

She sounded scared, but not for the reason you’d think.

Scott pulled her closer.

“It’s okay. There’s a way out. You just need to trust me.”

She shook her head stubbornly as her beautiful, yellow eyes locked with his.

“I can’t leave you like this, okay? What about you? What happens to you?”

Scott paused for a heartbeat.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll find my way out. You just—”

“NO!”

Emma sharply rejected his words.

“I’m not leaving without you.”

Her hand tightened around his as she pulled him closer.

Scott’s jaw was screwed shut.

He knew she wasn’t scared to join him and fight, but they didn’t have time to waste.

“Emma, listen…”

He pushed her towards the platform, his hands now gripping her shoulders firmly.

“These dangerous people… they’re spraying a lethal gas that can strip you, and anyone else with a force-gene-of their powers. Do you get it? You can’t stay here.”

Emma tilted her head slightly.

“A gas that can suppress the force-gene? That doesn’t even sound possible.”

Scott’s smile was thin and heavy with uncertainty.

“You know I’m a good fighter, right? I don’t need powers to handle things. I’ll take care of it here. But you need to go first. For me. Please.”

He tried to push her up the platform, but Emma dug her heels in, still reluctant.

“NO──!! I’m not leaving you.”

Scott’s voice grew more desperate.

“Emma! I’ll be in danger if we stay together. You have to go so I can protect you… so I can protect everyone else!”

That was all he wanted.

But, it was something too difficult for Emma to give.

[Bro, she’s got his back so hard. Love that loyalty.]

[He’s not letting her go tho, this is wild.]

[Wtf? Is this turning into a soap opera now?? 😂]

[The gas is gonna kill him too! He’s not invincible!]

—

Scott could read the comments in his head, but he couldn’t focus on them now.

“Emma… please. I have to protect you.”

He kept on pushing her.

“I can’t lose you, please!”

She shook her head stubbornly.

“No. I won’t just leave you! I won’t let you go like that!”

The viewers were on the edge of their seats now.

Their eyes were glued to the screen.

The stakes had never been THIS high!

Scott’s grip tightened, and he took a deep, shaky breath.

His heart was pounding.

“Emma, please…”

His voice cracked slightly.

There was an unbearable pain in his voice.

“Just let me be selfish for once. I feel like I can’t save anything anymore. I can’t keep pretending I’ve got it all under control. Barely two days ago, these people took Mist, and now this is happening… I can’t let them *choke* I can’t keep letting them get away with this. I need you to trust me please let me do this for you. For us.”

Emma’s breath hooked in her throat.

She looked up at him and her chest rose and fell as she weighed his words.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.”

She turned slowly, her back to him as she began to climb the makeshift platform.

Scott only watched her for a moment.

Just as he started to turn, he heard her soft voice.

“Babe…”

He exhaled sharply, about to say something, but before he could get the words out, Emma’s curvaceous body slammed into his and her cracked lips crashed against his with a force he hadn’t expected.

… Mhmmn~ ♡♡!

The kiss was urgent and passionate.

It was as if they were both trying to say everything that had gone unsaid in one desperate, frantic moment.

The livestream went crazy with comments.

[OMG, what the fuck?! Did she just kiss him? 😱]

[This is like the most intense thing I’ve ever seen!!]

[Bro, he’s getting it in while people are about to die 😂]

[YES, FINALLY!!! I SHIP IT HARD.]

[Mist stocks have dropped. Invest in this!]

[That kiss was 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥. I need more.]

Scott grabbed her wide, tempting hips instinctively and pulled her closer until he could feel her heating crotch against his bulging crotch.

… Mwahhnn~ ♡!

… mmmhnn────MHHMHNNN ♡♡!!

Their kiss deepened.

For a moment, those worries were gone.

There was only Emma and the sweet taste of her hot tongue as it rubbed against his.

[Bro, they’re about to die and they’re making out. I can’t…]

[She literally kissed him in the middle of a damn crisis. This is next-level.]

[This is the romance I didn’t know I needed in my life.]

Emma pulled away and her perky chest heaved as she smiled at him with aroused eyes.

“If you come back to me… I have more for you, okay?”

It was a soft, tempting incentive.

Scott chuckled weakly as he nodded.

“I’ll be back. I promise.”

There was a heavy silence between them.

Finally, Emma broke the sexual tension in the air by teasing him with a small smile.

“Uh, babe? Can you let go of me now?”

He quickly let go of her as a slight blush crept up his neck as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Right. Of course.”

She was already climbing into the air vent and slipped through the narrow opening with surprising ease.

Scott turned away and checking his wristwatch.

[Warning: Gas levels critical in building. Estimated time before full infection: 10 minutes.]

He glanced at the watch again, watching as the System ran a diagnostic.

[Current status: 95% completion on your suit.]

Scott nodded with a tight jaw.

There was no time to waste.

He couldn’t afford to be distracted anymore.

[Is he gonna make it? Is he seriously gonna be okay?]

[His suit better be ready, I swear.]

[He can’t just keep doing this shit alone! I’m freaking out.]

[I can’t believe I’m saying this but Nightwatch needs a friggin’ sidekick… no, like a dependable one.]

[Mist is definitely not it (ㆆ ᴗ ㆆ)…]

But Scott wasn’t listening anymore.

His focus was locked. Emma was out.

Now, he had a job to do.