Renjie landed steadily on the ground.
Tonight, he was wearing a prototype "Alloy Armor."
Its overall color was pitch black, nearly blending into the night sky itself.
This was merely the embryonic form of his plan.
He intended to forge a true Alloy Armor—
one that could adapt to every kind of interstellar battlefield,
one that could amplify his own power.
Just like Supreme Superboy's Anti-Monitor Armor.
"…These are the people you recruited?"
Renjie's mouth twitched.
This was nothing like what he had imagined.
This was Marvel, damn it!
A world overflowing with super heroes and super villains!
And yet—
where had these crooked, malformed freaks crawled out from?
Which garbage dump had they escaped from to pollute his vision?
Sensing the unmistakable contempt on this man's face—
the towering meat mountain stepped forward, baring his teeth in a cruel sneer.
"Hmph! You dare look down on me?"
"Without that tin suit, what are you, really—"
Before he could finish
a mass of blue spatial energy erupted outward, obliterating his upper body.
Melted fat and grotesque chunks of flesh splattered in all directions under the searing heat.
Only his legs remained.
They collapsed to the ground, twitching instinctively.
Instant kill.
Renjie calmly lowered his hand.
As if he had merely crushed a foul-smelling fly.
"I'll give you three minutes."
"The last one standing earns the right to serve me."
"And will receive the rewards meant for the others."
A cruel smile curved Renjie's lips as he issued his command to the remaining three.
The so-called "enlightened monk" completely lost his composure.
"You can't do this!"
He tried desperately to persuade Renjie to reconsider.
But behind him—
Deadpool had already drawn his katana.
One clean motion.
The blade fell.
The monk's head rolled across the rooftop.
"Sorry, buddy…"
"I'm not interested in running for president."
"But… the big boss is paying way too much."
Deadpool babbled innocently.
Killing was his bread and butter, after all.
"What the hell?!"
"Damn it!"
The soldier shouted in shock.
Just moments ago, Deadpool had been laughing and chatting with the monk—
and now
because of one absurd, idiotic order,
this lunatic had chopped the man's head clean off!
No one told him this was going to happen!
Ammo belt!
Ammo belt!
As the soldier cursed and scrambled to reload
Deadpool had already drawn his Uzi submachine gun, flicked off the safety, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Golden muzzle flashes tore through the darkness, illuminating the rooftop.
The soldier jerked and spasmed under the storm of bullets,
dancing like he was possessed
that was what automatic fire did to a human body.
Only when the magazine ran dry did the soldier finally collapse
still clutching his beloved Gatling gun, eyes wide open in death.
"Boss, did I do good?"
Deadpool casually tossed the Uzi aside, grinning as he asked Renjie.
"Report to Hammer Industries tomorrow."
Deadpool's decisiveness pleased Renjie greatly.
He liked characters like Deadpool
anti-heroes.
Crude, annoying, and unapologetically lethal.
Deadpool was qualified to join his Injustice League.
After enjoying the spectacle,
Renjie took off from the Hammer Industries building.
He still had other matters to attend to.
"Hey! Boss! Don't forget my Iron Armor!"
"And throw in some extra parts!"
"Weapons are fine too!"
Deadpool cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the figure vanishing into the night sky.
Renjie did not respond.
He simply accelerated
ignoring the loudmouthed nuisance completely.
Elsewhere.
At a duplex villa.
A strange black sedan was parked along the nearby road.
A woman leaned against the car, wiping away her tears.
Maria Hill.
Unlike her comic-book counterpart,
the version from the cinematic universe was far more emotionally intense.
She had come here for only one reason—
to meet Renjie.
She wanted to make a deal with him.
"If you're trying to build up emotion for an act, you can stop."
"I have dozens of ways to detect your heart rate, facial micro-expressions, and physiological responses to determine whether you're lying."
Renjie's voice suddenly descended from above.
Maria Hill jolted in alarm, instantly spinning around and drawing her pistol!
The dark muzzle pointed skyward.
Renjie.
This man's story was nothing short of legend.
In just one month
he had risen from an ordinary human
to a being powerful enough to rival gods.
To the public, he was a savior.
But to Nick Fury
he was "the destroyer of the world."
Dangerous.
Ruthless.
Vicious beyond measure.
He never spared his enemies.
He acted without restraint
able to make a president disappear.
He manipulated power from the shadows,
propping up puppets to handle his problems.
He was a forbidden existence.
The most dangerous man alive.
Renjie descended from the sky and landed in front of Maria Hill.
She did not lower her gun.
The barrel remained aimed directly at his head.
She wanted—desperately—
to kill him.
To put an end to this terrifying man.
Renjie smiled calmly, looking down at her.
Even with a gun pointed at him,
he showed not the slightest trace of panic.
"Miss Hill…"
"Before you pull the trigger—"
"Would you mind answering a few questions?"
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