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A bounty hunter near Mont Blanc in the Alps had accidentally stumbled upon members of the Extinguishers. He sold this information to Killian, but before Killian could even investigate and confirm whether Spider-Woman was truly there, Mike had already caught him red-handed.
Seeing this memory, Mike released his grip. The reel of memory vanished into nothingness.
Killian, dazed, slowly came back to his senses, but the heat radiating from his neck burned even hotter.
The very next moment, when he caught the flash of killing intent in Mike's eyes, he suddenly opened his mouth wide—searing flames erupted outward.
Mike's hand clenched, snapping Killian's neck with ease. With a twist, he tore the man's head clean off.
Whoosh!
Scalding blood sprayed like molten lava. As it struck the ground, it flared into golden-red flames that spread rapidly across the meeting room.
Mike casually discarded the corpse, brushing off a few stray flames burning on his clothes. With a stomp, he crushed Killian's rolling head into pulp, then turned toward the meeting room door.
Bang!
The door didn't simply open—it was blown apart.
A towering man burst through, smashing the heavy doors inward. Behind him came another, then another, then another… more and more superheroes flooding into the room.
They glanced at Mike, then at the meeting room already ruined by battle. Their eyes narrowed.
The five Justice League members… dead?
It was terrifying! But also… wonderful!
The way they looked at Mike was like men seeing glory—seeing achievement, and the promise of rewards.
If they could capture Mike, then a seat in the Justice League would surely be theirs!
As for Killian and his dead companions, none of them cared.
It didn't matter how this intruder had killed them. What mattered was that there were many of them here, and several of their abilities far surpassed those five.
If not for their low approval ratings, they would already be members of the League.
Now, the opportunity was here.
A dozen superheroes charged straight at Mike.
Mike let out a low humph, his figure vanishing. In a blur, he weaved between them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosions of flesh and bone echoed as one hero after another was shredded into pieces. Only two, through sheer luck and unique powers, managed to survive.
"Not bad."
Mike gave them a word of praise.
But before they could even reply, his eyes gleamed. Twin beams of blazing heat lanced out, slicing through their skulls and blasting them apart.
Just as ordinary humans had no chance against superheroes, so too did most of Star Company's superheroes have no chance against Mike.
In the next instant, Mike soared upward, blasting through the roof and leaving a massive hole in Star Company's headquarters. He hovered high in the sky, looking down at the skyscraper below.
Suppressing his murderous rage, a card appeared between his fingers.
Name: Professor X.
The card dissolved into motes of light, and in that instant, a glowing phantom merged into Mike's body.
Invisible psychic power surged outward, linking with every mind inside the building.
In three minutes, this building will be destroyed. If you don't want to die, leave now.
His voice boomed directly inside their minds, tinged with terror and compulsion. Then he remained floating silently in the air.
Inside the building, beyond the superheroes, there were countless ordinary employees and innocent people.
Mike wasn't the type to vent his anger on innocents. He gave them a chance to escape.
Driven by his psychic fear, civilians bolted for the exits in a frenzy, while Star Company's superheroes sprang into action, searching for the arrogant intruder.
Meanwhile, the bloody scene in the League's meeting room was being discovered by more and more of Star Company's staff and heroes.
Staring at the corpses strewn across the floor, their shock and fury grew.
They had thought the earlier noise was just another quarrel among the Justice League. But Diamond Woman's wild energy beams proved this had escalated far beyond an argument.
If it continued, the entire top floor might be destroyed, drawing media scrutiny and waves of bad press.
Thus, the nearest group of superheroes rushed toward the meeting room.
What they found was nothing but corpses.
Alarms blared across the building. Those civilians who had been fleeing under Mike's psychic command now panicked even more, screaming hysterically as they stampeded for safety.
"He's on the roof!"
One superhero with psychic detection shouted through his communicator, alerting all allies the moment he locked onto Mike's presence.
This was Star Company's headquarters. Superheroes were everywhere. The instant Mike was located, they mobilized.
Those with flight took off, streaking into the sky to surround him. Those without flight climbed to the roof or positioned themselves around the building.
In moments, the entire headquarters erupted into chaos.
On the streets below, the public saw so many superheroes gathering and screamed with excitement. Phones shot up to record videos. Some even tried to rush toward their idols, hoping for an autograph.
"These idiots… why aren't they running?!"
One hero in a skintight suit muttered with open irritation.
If it weren't for the need to maintain appearances, if it weren't for company punishment, he'd have killed them all himself.
His beastlike eyes swept the crowd, brimming with malice, yet the people still cheered.
After all, his public persona was supposed to be that of a beast-like antihero.
Meanwhile, high above, Mike watched the wave of superheroes close in on him.
The rage and killing intent he had been suppressing ignited instantly.
He had been trying—truly trying—to endure. But these fools insisted on throwing themselves at him.
Closing his eyes briefly, he felt the sting of a lightning bolt strike his body. Then—he moved.
And with every punch, another life ended.
Like a reaper in a mowing game, Mike tore through their ranks, slaughtering them one by one.
He could have ended dozens instantly with his psychic powers, but such an easy massacre wouldn't release the fury in his chest.
No—he wanted to use his fists.
To crush them. To smash them. To pulverize them!
And he wasn't slow.
Most of the heroes never even saw him move before their bodies exploded into mangled corpses.
Mike was like a black arrow of destruction, streaking through their ranks, tearing one enemy after another into bloody shreds.
(End of Chapter)