"Do you really think this kid will be useful for your plan?" asked Do'cientos, doubtfully. "We haven't even hired him yet, and you're already involving him in something where he could die..." They were both walking outside a factory.
"We must convince him at all costs," argued Gorgo, seriously. That brat almost reduced me to dust without effort. And the worst part... I think he held back.
Five days had passed. Gorgo and Do'cientos met and traveled together to the city of Osaka, where they would meet the young mutant.
"I feel bad for my men... I denigrated them because I thought they were failures. Arriving at my office with the news that 'a fifteen-year-old boy beat us up' seemed disrespectful to the simple task I had entrusted them with," commented Do'cientos, without taking his eyes off his phone. "But now that you mention it, I realize my ignorance.
"Anyone can make a mistake, right?" Gorgo replied calmly. "What power does that brat have? Super speed, you said?"
"Seventeen years ago, a man was imprisoned for conducting dangerous scientific projects in his home," Do'cientos explained. "The explosion of one of those projects gave him away. The explosion hit his pregnant wife, who miraculously survived until she gave birth... but when her son was born, her body generated so much kinetic energy that her heart stopped.
"How horrible..." sighed Gorgo, with a somber expression.
"My men and I have a theory," said Do'cientos, still looking at his phone. The mother's body would have developed a genetic mutation that generated constant kinetic energy, even with the simple circulation of blood.
"But if that were the case, she would have died much earlier, wouldn't she?" replied Gorgo.
"That's where the son comes in," continued Do'cientos. The baby must have acted as a kind of regulator... a biological 'voltage control'. He absorbed some of the energy his mother produced. When he was born, his mother could no longer withstand it. Her heart burst. The boy... must have acquired his own mutation in that same incident. A mutation capable of absorbing and channeling kinetic energy from the moment of his conception.
"Hmph..." Gorgo snorted, crossing his arms. So many twists and turns just to tell me he has super speed...
"In recent days," Do'cientos added calmly, "a silhouette has been spotted moving at high speed in this city. It is described as a slender body, almost like lightning, enveloped in dark rays. It has been stealing minor items. The most serious thing he took was a few wads of cash from store cash registers.
"A lightning boy... sounds like a problem on legs," Gorgo said, smiling crookedly. "Perfect for my plans."
"And what exactly do you want?" Do'cientos asked, frowning. You asked for a dozen armed men for that day you set, and now you want to throw a guy with super speed into the equation. Are you making me spend money outside the budget?
"Excuse me, sir, but this is essential," Gorgo replied seriously. "That brat named Max is too dangerous to take on head-on. I can't just jump into a fight without a plan; I need something to distract him, to give me the advantage to strike him. Consider it a long-term investment."
"Hearing you talk like that opens my eyes," said Do'cientos, raising an eyebrow. "You're not just an idiot, after all... you're a more complex idiot."
"I don't know whether to feel insulted or flattered," replied Gorgo, crossing his arms with an annoyed smile.
Suddenly, he stopped short when he felt a loud buzzing in the back of his neck. With a confused look, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
"What's wrong?" asked Do'cientos, noticing his reaction.
"It felt like someone hit me on the back of the neck to kill a mosquito... but there's nothing there," Gorgo replied, frowning.
Do'cientos looked up at the factory roof. There was a young man in worn clothes, his face covered by a woolen collar with two holes for his eyes, revealing only his white, messy, unkempt hair.
"There he is..." murmured Gorgo.
"They are..." corrected Do'cientos, pointing to another young man who remained hidden in the distance, under the shade.
"A speed clone? Does he move that fast?" asked Gorgo, incredulous.
"No... they are dressed differently," replied his boss. Maybe it's a detail we overlooked. It's impossible to distinguish such small details on security cameras, but we should have considered the possibility that the boy we mentioned has a twin," Do'cientos concluded, staring at both young men.
"But having twins... complicates things much more for both of us, sir," said Gorgo, with some annoyance.
"Only for you, Gorgo," replied Do'cientos with a slight smile. "In fact, having twins makes the story more meaningful. The mother generated an enormous amount of kinetic energy, approximately fifty volts per second, and lived only a month before giving birth. If the unborn child absorbed all that energy, we would practically be witnessing the birth of a pseudo god of thunder: 129,600,000 volts circulating in a single body. It would be terrifying.
"You've studied them so thoroughly... that it scares me to listen to you," murmured Gorgo, half amused, half uneasy.
"There are two of them... So each one should have a power of 64 million volts... but they look like newbies... they probably don't know how to use their power... even so, don't trust them..." said the boss. "With one touch, they could turn you into grilled meat..."
"Who the hell are you?" interrupted the young man on the roof, his gaze fixed on Do'cientos. You look like one of those idiots in suits who were spying on us... There's no need for this to end in a fight..." Do'cientos replied calmly.
"Yeah, right..." muttered the man on the roof, turning his back on them. "We would have believed that... if you hadn't been watching us. Do you really think we didn't notice?" he added as his body began to emit blue and black electric shocks.
"How do you know it was me? Maybe you should kill the big guy next to me first..." said Do'cientos coldly.
"Boss... I don't like the way this is going..." muttered Gorgo, tensing his shoulders.
"All your spies are well dressed..." replied the young man in the shadows. Besides... you're the only one wearing a green tie. That must mean you're the boss, right?"
"You're very clever..." smiled Do'cientos, a proud gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly, Do'cientos tilted his head. Gorgo saw a shadow flash past him. The young man had stepped out of the shadows and tried to punch Do'cientos in the face, but the boss's quick movement avoided the blow.
"How?!" exclaimed the young man, looking at his hand in surprise.
"It was luck..." replied Do'cientos calmly. He turned to look at Gorgo. "Don't just stand there... attack!"
But before he could react, Gorgo felt a wave of impacts run through his body. There was no pain, just a slight, almost imperceptible burning sensation that began to well up inside him.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the pang of panic: they had touched him and he hadn't been able to do anything... but he was still alive. That meant that, at least for now, being touched didn't mean receiving all the electrical power his boss had mentioned.
As he recovered, Gorgo smiled with relief. Now he knew he could fight... that there was a chance of defeating those super-fast brats.
"The big guy is very tough, Noeredor..." the young man said to his brother.
"Keep your distance... you already know how to fight..." Noeredor replied.
At that moment, they both began to run in circles around Gorgo and Do'cientos.
Do'cientos put his hand on Gorgo's back as he watched the sprinters' path.
"What are you doing?" asked the big guy, trying to guess their trajectory.
"It looks like I'm very lucky... I'm just sharing a little bit with you..." replied Do'cientos calmly.
"Huh?" sighed Gorgo, confused.
Trails of speed watched them both as they circled around him.
"Gorgo... tear up the ground..." ordered Do'cientos.
"Huh?"
"Lift it up, now!"
Gorgo dug his fingers into the asphalt and pulled hard, tearing up approximately seven meters of ground in a straight line. At that moment, both Gorgo and Do'cientos saw Noeredor suspended in the air, completely surprised.
Do'cientos snapped his fingers as he drew his weapon and fired at the young man in the air before he fell to the ground. The bullet grazed his leg, leaving no serious injury, but enough to make him fall to the ground complaining of pain and unable to run.
Instinctively, Do'cientos made random maneuvers, managing to evade consecutive high-speed blows from Noeredor's twin.
"Impossible..." murmured the young man, only to release an electric charge in the area, hitting both of them and pushing them backwards. "Noere, are you okay?"
"Now I have a story about how I got shot in the leg..." his brother replied.
Gorgo collided with the factory's wire mesh and quickly checked his entire body.
"I'm alive!" he celebrated with relief.
"My alibi seems to be correct... they don't control their powers perfectly..." commented Do'cientos, lifting his back off the wall. Drops of blood fell from his forehead.
"Boss..." he muttered, worried.
Suddenly, he was struck with the speed of lightning. The boy began to rain punches down on Gorgo, unleashing uncontrolled fury on the big man's face.
But when Gorgo's gaze focused on him, the young man was paralyzed with astonishment. His blows had no effect. Looking at his hands, he noticed that his fists were numb.
"Can we stop this nonsense?" asked Do'cientos' voice. At that moment, Noeredor felt the cold barrel of the gun against the back of his neck.
In a defensive move, he charged his fist with electricity and aimed at Gorgo.
"Try it! And I'll give your partner such a powerful shock that I'll stop his heart..."
"Why didn't you do it before?" asked Do'cientos, in a calm tone, as he wiped the blood from his forehead with a handkerchief. "You've never killed anyone, have you?"
"How kind..." he added coldly. "Killing was the last thing on your mind when you faced someone, wasn't it?"
"Boss... why add fuel to the fire?" asked Gorgo, paralyzed as he watched the boy point his electric power at him.
"Listen to me, boy..." he ordered. "That big guy ripped seven meters of ground out in one go. Didn't you hear the news from Kyoto? That idiot killed several people with a single blow.
Ask yourself... "Why didn't he kill me while you were hitting him?" Answer: I didn't order him to...
Gorgo noticed that the young man's pupils were trembling. Indecision was consuming him...
"Nordor... put your hand down. Let's hear what these idiots want..." his brother asked him, remaining calm.
"I like those words..." commented Do'cientos, lowering his weapon calmly.
Noeredor turned his gaze, looking at Do'cientos over his shoulder, and felt a dense, disturbing, and extremely sinister aura emanating from the man in the suit.
"It's... beautiful..." he commented, as if lost, staring into nothingness.
Gorgo stood up and calmly stroked Nordor's head, indicating that there were no hard feelings.
"Both of these guys are disturbing... but while one knows how to hide, the other doesn't even bother to do so," thought Noeredor, observing the aura of both. "But I notice that Gorgo's sinister aura is slowly dissipating." What happened? Nah, I don't even care...
"Your names are Noeredor and Nordor? Couldn't you come up with more original names for yourselves?" Gorgo mocked.
"Shut up... your name is 'Great Gorgo,'" Do'cientos pointed out, causing both brothers to burst out laughing and mock Gorgo.
"Let's get down to business..." declared Do'cientos, putting an end to the teasing of Gorgo.
The interruption gave way to Do'cientos' juicy proposal: to work for the Money Corporation in exchange for large sums of money.
Despite their doubts, the offer of money and glory was too tempting for both boys, who finally accepted.
Gorgo, seeing that, despite their concerns, they had accepted, felt it was a stroke of luck for Do'cientos and for his own plans. Everything was going perfectly