Alex Johnson, still filled with hatred, swung his arms again, waving them left and right, up and down, mercilessly slamming Kingpin's body, which was possessed by Black Sky, onto the ground on both sides.
Boom!!!
The earth shattered.
The wisp of will that Black Sky had descended with was so enraged it felt like spitting blood.
When had it ever suffered such humiliation?
But the pain feedback from the weak body tortured it; at this moment, it was covered in blood, unable to move a single inch.
"How can such a weak Loki dare to say he will grant me the power to flatten everything?"
Under the devouring power of Loki, Alex's handsome face showed a hint of malevolent intent, his long black hair subtly swirling in the air, and even strange black energy surged around him.
"I'm embarrassed for you!"
Alex sneered, not giving the other party any more room to speak. Looking at Kingpin's body lying on the ground, he stomped his foot into the other's head.
Crack!!!
The enormous head shattered.
Kingpin died a suffocating death.
The wisp of will of Loki Black Sky also perished with him.
And at this moment...
"Welcome, New Master!"
The Hand ninjas, who had been kneeling on the ground, devoutly shouted towards Alex...
"Welcome, New Master."
The devout members of The Hand knelt on the ground, pledging their allegiance to Alex.
Alex was somewhat puzzled.
"The Hand pledges allegiance to the strong. You defeated Kingpin and conquered Black Sky, so these people will follow you from now on..."
Hit-Girl Mindy, however, understood this perfectly.
Seeming to notice the hesitation on Alex's face, Mindy added, "Anyway, if you don't have any requests, these guys will be like invisible, they definitely won't be in the way."
"And you need more influence."
Hearing this,
Alex didn't say much, seemingly acquiescing.
Everything was over.
Hit-Girl Mindy glanced at Kingpin's blood-soaked corpse on the ground, letting out an inexplicable sigh.
Soon.
Their figures left Fisk Tower.
This past week,
Alex, caught in the eye of the storm, had almost become a global enemy.
To take care of his dispirited younger sister, he had been extremely low-key, completely disappearing from public view.
Many people, even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, largely believed that the Number One Mutant fugitive must have gone into seclusion in some remote place.
However, no one could have imagined that Alex and his sister were actually staying in one of the most magnificent top-tier apartments in Manhattan... Yorkton City, Manhattan.
Skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall soared into the clouds, and the top floors of these buildings housed top-tier apartments worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
Not long ago, Alex had inexplicably traveled to this city in a fit of uncontrolled power, precisely because his childhood dream was to own the most luxurious apartment in this bustling city, drive the best luxury cars, and move his family from their rural hometown.
Now, he had effortlessly achieved his childhood dream.
The reason he could move in without any trouble was that the highly experienced Hit-Girl had directly used a sum of illicit money to secure this grand and opulent high-rise apartment.
Coupled with Alex's already developed psionic abilities, several building managers, including the butler, had been brainwashed, so there was no subsequent trouble whatsoever.
Alex stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.
From a height of hundreds of meters, he could take in the entire neon cityscape at night through the floor-to-ceiling window, with the passing crowds resembling ants.
Inexplicably, a feeling of having the entire city under his feet emerged in his heart.
No wonder wealthy people liked to build their offices on the top floors of buildings.
Looking down, the lives of the entire city were within his sight, giving him a sense of reigning over the world.
"Is this ambition?"
Alex immediately felt a different kind of sensation from the bottom of his heart.
"Brother, if Mother were still here, she would definitely be proud of you."
His sister, Susan, carrying a doll, walked over in a fluffy pink dress.
"Is that so?"
Alex smiled and ruffled her hair.
With this habitual action, he noticed that he had grown quite a bit taller. In just a few days, it seemed that after his battle with Hulk, his thirteen-year-old body had shot up considerably, possibly over 1.7 meters.
Even his physique had become more robust, with highly defined muscles showing no hint of bulk. A slight clench of his fist made him feel an immense surge of power in his palm.
His body had changed.
Alex found that even his thoughts had gradually become more mature.
After going through so much, his past childish stubbornness and the naivety on his face had disappeared.
After often being by Susan's side, he no longer wore a cold expression, and his heart, which had suffered for over half a month, finally found solace.
Alex had been smiling and talking much more these past few days.
Even the darkness within his heart and the pent-up killing intent had receded into his body, no longer appearing.
Sometimes, in a daze, Alex even wondered if, after completing his final revenge, he should choose to leave this place permanently with his sister.
But after doing so much, he also knew that the trajectory of his life had gradually deviated from peace.
Could he still go back?
Even if he let go of everything,
Others might not agree.
At this moment,
His sister, Susan, seemed to remember something and said, "Brother, do you remember the ghost that scared Mother when we were little?"
Alex immediately recalled a scene from his childhood that his mother had once mentioned, where she was startled.
In the detached house in the town, a figure tried to break in through the window under the cover of night. His mother, who was about to go to sleep, was startled and quickly loaded ammunition into the gun from the drawer.
But in just a blink of an eye, the figure outside the window disappeared.
At the time, his mother even chased outside the door, but looking out, the streets in the night were empty, as if the scene just now had been an illusion.
"Maybe it was a ghost..."
His mother attributed everything to her own hallucination.
This was the specific event Susan referred to.
Alex recalled it, not taking it seriously, as his mother had been unwell at the time and perhaps had a nightmare.
Wait... Suddenly, Alex's gentle expression turned serious, and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
"Something's not right..."
"How did this memory come about?"
Alex's face changed drastically.
In an instant, he seemed to vaguely perceive some fluctuations in reality, as if the timeline had shifted slightly.
This feeling could not be wrong.
He was very familiar with it.
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