In the face of this scene, a total silence filled the room. All the survivors were watching, stupefied.
"What... what is this?"
"Can mutants do that?"
"A demon! It's a demon!"
A member of the gang, the closest one, wiped off a piece of flesh that had fallen on his face, then screamed and ran away.
But before he could get far, the gang leader shot him in the head.
The leader shouted:
"Why are you screaming? He can't keep up such an attack continuously!
We're all going to shoot at him to wear out his strength. Jelo, bring the rocket launcher!
Remember, we have to make this transaction successful, otherwise Wilson Fisk won't forgive us!"
The leader's words calmed the gang members. They looked at Yuki, gritted their teeth, and began shooting frantically.
As if this man named Wilson Fisk was even scarier than Yuki's blue vortex.
Faced with the rain of bullets, Yuki did not try to dodge.
The Unlimited Technique consumed energy based on time, not the intensity of the attacks suffered.
As if he were walking in a light breeze, a cruel smile on his face, Yuki charged towards the gangsters.
The energy strengthened his body, and the combat experience of Gojo Satoru, integrated into his mind, guided his movements.
Facing his first real battlefield, he felt neither fear nor tension. On the contrary, his smile widened.
He struck the ground with his right foot, converting the energy into a curse, then, with the precision of the Six Eyes, strengthened his body.
Boom!
His fleshy body smashed the ground, charging directly towards dozens of gangsters.
His hands, his feet, every joint, every part of his body, guided by Gojo Satoru's refined techniques and the precision of the Six Eyes, became deadly weapons.
The gangsters couldn't keep up with Yuki's movements. Stray bullets that hit him were blocked by the Unlimited Technique.
The gang members fell like mown grass, unable to get back up.
Finally, Yuki stopped in front of the gang leader. Hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, he slowly walked towards him.
Faced with this mutant, the leader was overwhelmed by fear. This man shattered all his conceptions of mutants.
How could a mutant be so powerful?
If all mutants were this strong, why were they hunted like rats?
"I refuse to believe that your power has no weaknesses!" roared the leader, trying to chase away his fear with his shouts.
At that moment, a subordinate brought a rocket launcher and handed it to the leader.
Seeing the weapon, the leader's eyes lit up, his fear dissipating. He snatched the rocket launcher from his henchman and yelled at Yuki:
"Die!"
In an explosion of flames, the rocket shot towards Yuki, exploding at his feet.
The leader, trembling, burst into hysterical laughter:
"Dirty mutant, filthy yellow-skinned monkey, go rot in hell!"
But when the smoke cleared, footsteps echoed. A hand emerged from the dust, grabbing the leader by the neck.
"Argh..."
First appeared azure blue eyes, as deep as an ocean, then bright white hair, contrasting with the dirty clothes and numerous scars on his body.
Under the terrified gazes of the leader and his henchmen, Yuki displayed a cruel smile:
"Positive Rotation Technique" Blue!"
A blue vortex formed in his hand. Amid the leader's screams, he was engulfed, and the vortex continued its course, piercing a huge hole in the prison wall.
Having finished, Yuki ignored the survivors. Using energy converted into a curse to strengthen his body, he disappeared in an instant, escaping through the opening in the wall, leaving behind the gangsters unable to fight and the freed prisoners.
As he walked away, he murmured quietly:
"From today on, I am Satoru Gojo."
After his departure, silence fell. A few dozen seconds later, cheers erupted in the prison as the prisoners rushed towards the opening, a symbol of their freedom.
A few hours later, in a luxurious room in Hell's Kitchen, a crystal chandelier illuminated the scene.
In the center, a two-meter-tall man, massive as a mountain, was seated, his face shrouded in shadow.
A man in a strange suit was giving him a report:
"Bullseye, you say the transaction failed?"
Faced with an ordinary man, Wilson Fisk's mere presence would have been enough to make him tremble. But Bullseye, like a machine, replied calmly:
"Yes. Almost all the members are dead, most without leaving a body.
It seems that a mutant among the goods is the cause."
A heavy silence filled the room. A minute later, Fisk opened his eyes and asked emotionlessly:
"Can he be killed?"
"If he is human, I can kill him."
"I want to see his corpse in a week."
"At your command."
At the same time, in a discreet corner of Hell's Kitchen, an underground prison.
A man with a friendly face, with a budding bald spot, entered the room, followed by a few surviving gang members and escaped prisoners.
Upon arrival, Phil Coulson's benevolent expression vanished. He observed the twisted bars, the broken floor, and the huge hole in the wall, caused by an unknown attack. He turned to the others:
"You're saying that a single mutant did all this?"
They all nodded. A young woman among the survivors stepped forward, her eyes filled with admiration:
"Yes! He was a very elegant man, with unforgettable silver hair, eyes as deep as a lake, refined manners, and incredible power!
He was completely different from the violent mutants. A true gentleman!"
Despite the young woman's exaggeration, her words provided valuable information about this mysterious mutant.
Coulson examined the scene again, focusing on the huge hole in the wall and the craters on the ground, then murmured:
"A blue black hole vortex? An unknown mutant, at least level 3, maybe 4... or even 5!"
At that moment, a deep voice resounded in his earpiece:
"Agent Coulson, what is the report?"
"Director Fury, this mutant is extremely powerful. He could be an asset for your plan."
"Good. Find him at all costs and recruit him. We must integrate him into our project!"
To be continued!