A stripper show?
Alex Johnson had seen some clips on restricted TV channels, but his sister, Susan, would always seriously switch the channel. The hormones in Alex, who was in a growth spurt, also made him very interested in it.
Thinking that this overly familiar big brother was so kind and even gave him donuts, Alex felt a warmth in his heart and found it hard to refuse.
There are still good people in this world!
He followed the big brother a few steps, full of joy.
However... his gradually strengthening body also brought an improvement in perception, not only his sense of smell but also his hearing. Because of this, he heard some hushed whispers deep within the alley.
The next second, Alex's childish face grew colder, and a cruel shadow permeated his expression.
He stopped in his tracks.
A pair of cold, murderous eyes looked at the back in front of him.
The human world is not worth it.
"Can you tell me, what is human organ trafficking?"
Alex, young as he was, felt somewhat disheartened after leaving the experimental base.
He arrived alone in the alleyways of the city, where he met a kind-hearted big brother. The warm donuts, and even the restricted show the other party described, filled Alex with immense joy and anticipation.
There are still good people... But the next second, the warmth Alex held in his heart vanished without a trace.
The nuclear explosion was like a tempering process; under intense stimulation, not only did his physical strength become terrifying, but it was also accompanied by terrifying perception.
His keen sense of smell allowed him to detect the sweet scent of late-night snacks on a distant street.
And his equally sensitive hearing suddenly allowed him to catch the whispers of strangers in the alley.
There was no secret small shop deep in the alley, nor was there any stripper show.
Instead... it was an illegal private hospital clinic.
'6,000 U.S. dollars, all the organs of that child are yours.'
The stranger who had called out to the big brother was whispering.
And from the shop hidden in the darkness, a rough, cold voice came. The two echoed each other, reaching an agreement in whispers.
Alex, this lost lamb, was so ignorant, deeply ensnared by Matthew's deception.
If he were a helpless wanderer, he would surely have met a tragic end.
It's just a pity... "What are you talking about?"
Matthew turned around, his expression extremely natural. Although he couldn't know how the other party saw through the deception, the power gap due to their age difference made him not panic at all.
On the contrary, his eyes held a hint of amusement as he watched Alex, as if looking at an insect trapped in a spiderweb, where struggling would only make it die faster.
Uh... but in less than a moment, his expression suddenly froze. His hands desperately clutched his neck, and his entire face turned as red as a pig's liver.
No!!
Matthew roared in his heart.
At this moment, he only felt his neck being constricted by an invisible hand.
In less than a second, a sharp pain came from his heart.
"Ah..."
His painful words were choked in his throat; he couldn't even utter a single anguished sound. What made him even more desperate was that his heart was also, in the same way, tightly gripped by an unseen, intangible hand.
Pain!!
It was too painful.
Matthew's eyes grew increasingly horrified as he looked at Alex, as if he had seen a demon. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no words could escape his mouth.
Matthew, his face like a pig's liver, directly fell to his knees. He stretched out both arms, trying to pull the other party, hoping for pity, but this action angered Alex. He did not want to be touched by such a shameless and despicable bad person; it would make him feel utterly disgusted.
So... "Go to hell."
Alex's cold figure leaped over his body and walked towards the depths of the alley.
As for Matthew, he completely collapsed, his neck twisted like a pretzel, and his heart inside was completely crushed, turning into a pool of blood.
"Huh, Matthew, you?"
At this moment, the figure who had been bargaining just walked out of the private clinic. Although the alley was dimly lit, such a large person falling to the ground was very conspicuous.
What was even stranger was that the child who had been deceived was walking forward alone.
"You..."
His expression changed, and he suddenly felt his feet lift directly off the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?"
He screamed in surprise, his arms and legs flailing in the air, like a drowning person, looking quite comical.
Alex, who emerged from the shadow, glanced at the other party coldly. The donut in his arms had long been thrown to the ground; at this moment, killing intent permeated him.
Bang!!
The figure suspended in the air suddenly bloated like a balloon, as if someone was desperately pumping air into his stomach, and his entire physique became increasingly spherical.
"No!!"
Unable to control himself, he screamed in terror.
The next second... Bang!!
The human balloon completely exploded, and a bloody rain splattered down. Alex, supported by telekinesis above his head, effortlessly blocked it.
A dull thud came heavily from a gatehouse in the alley. Clearly, the people inside, upon hearing it, shut the door in fear.
Hasty footsteps, the sound of a gun being cocked, and heavy breathing were all heard clearly and unmistakably by the sharp-eared Alex through the door.
Buzz!!
He raised his right hand forward, and an invisible wave of psychic power rippled out. The door in front of him, like a thin piece of cardboard, instantly shattered into pieces, with wood splinters flying.
"Bastard, take this shot..."
The owner of the private clinic, who had been waiting for this moment, raised his shotgun, his right hand tightly pulling the trigger, but the gun's flame never bloomed.
Crack!!
The entire shotgun completely disintegrated, as if a skilled firearms master had disassembled the entire gun body.
"Damn..."
The owner of the private clinic was instantly flustered. In his panic, he directly grabbed a scalpel by his hand, his figure constantly retreating, screaming in terror, begging for mercy and pleading for forgiveness, hoping to be pardoned.
Alex didn't want to hear the specific content of the words.
His gaze was entirely drawn to the scalpel tightly held by the other party. At this moment, he suddenly recalled the scenes in the laboratory, where the white-robed doctor was showing off his intention to dissect his head with a scalpel.
Moved by the scene, the cold-faced Alex suddenly erupted in anger.
"Die!"
For some unknown reason, the power of Reality Warping suddenly activated. The owner of the illegal clinic in front of him suffered a complete collapse of his body; every inch of his skin, every inch of his flesh, all turned into the purest cellular molecules and dissipated into the air.
A single word determined life and death!
And the appearance of these people completely dispelled any good feelings Alex had.
The humans of this world seem beyond saving...