After that, I pulled a mask from my pocket and slipped it on. I didn't want to draw unnecessary attention right now. Once I adjusted it, we headed toward the supermarket. Along the way, we kept sneaking glances at each other—she seemed curious about me, and I was cautious of her. Who knows? Maybe she could piece things together just from the way I spoke. Better to keep quiet for now.
We bought some groceries and went back to the apartment. I started cooking something decent while Kyle washed the dishes and set the table.
While we worked, a thought hit me—something important I had completely forgotten.
"Do you still have that gun you showed me before? I need to borrow it," I asked quickly.
Good thing I remembered in time. If things went south, I'd be stuck fighting barehanded, and I hate dragging fights out.
Why waste ten chapters on a pointless fight? Wouldn't it be better to just blast someone in the face with a nuke? I chuckled to myself, imagining it—now that would be overpowered.
And if I strengthened a missile or even a nuclear bomb? The scale would be insane. Too much power, even for me.
I'm right, cloning technology already exists, and in a few years scientists will perfect it. When that happens, a dark era will begin—mutants will be hunted down, and their clones will be used as weapons
If I can get that technology and strengthen it ….. what overpowered technology will it become?
Kyle reached into her purse and pulled out a Beretta 70 handgun, worth about $700 with a one-year warranty. She handed it over and said,
"The last one went missing. Bought this one a couple months back—too much recoil, though."
She said it as casually as if she were buying vegetables.
"Where did you even get this? I'm sure it's not licensed. I can tell just by looking at it." I examined the gun, almost fired it into the wall, then forced myself to calm down.
"Bought it illegally. It's cheap. They've got all kinds of weapons… even heat seeking missiles, if you want."
Missiles… tempting. I wanted to see what would happen if I strengthened them—but not now.
"No, not yet. But you can get something like an AK-47, right? I'll need that later." I thought it over. I also needed to arm her and the old man. If I came back one day and found them kidnapped, it would ruin all my plans.
By then the food was ready. We sat at the table, and I tucked the gun behind me before saying,
"Can you protect yourself if the government labels me a mutant? They will, eventually. I don't have Stark's kind of backing. You'll need to protect yourself and the old man."
I knew exactly how those bastards worked—they'd do anything to stay in power. Humanity only got wrecked by Thanos because the government was too busy wasting resources on programs to suppress mutants and Hydra had its claws deep inside S.H.I.E.L.D instead of preparing for real threats.I mused
Against Thanos, the Avengers weren't enough—it took everyone else to even the odds.
And I'm not leaving my safety in their hands.
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