Superpowers in the Marvel World

"Whoosh!"

"Slash!"

"Ah!"

Bullets screamed through the air. Blood splattered. Bodies fell lifeless to the ground.

In the instant that the adamantium blade clashed with the oncoming bullet, it was as if fate itself had decreed the demise of the poor soul who had no time to evade.

A full 108 bullets—each one intercepted and redirected by Alex using the sword technique Shenming Stream Secret Sword: Whirling Dust Dance. Thirty lives were snuffed out on the spot.

After deflecting all 108 bullets, Alex remained at ease, his nonchalant demeanor forming a stark contrast to the stunned and horrified expressions of Gais and his men.

"Whoosh!"

Alex exhaled slowly as he walked forward at a leisurely pace, effortlessly dodging the scattered counterattacks of the surviving mercenaries. It was as if their desperate resistance was nothing more than a dull game to him.

"Is this guy even human?!"

One of the mercenaries beside Gais gulped nervously as he stared at Alex in the distance. A human? Could a mere human slice through so many bullets with a katana, without missing a single one?

What kind of sick joke was this?!

"Boss, we've been tricked by that bastard Howard! What do we do now?" another mercenary whispered in a low, angry voice, trying his best to stay hidden.

"That damned Howard!" Gais snarled, his face twisted with rage. "He swore to me on his life that Custer had no superpowered friends! He even had the gall to pat his chest and guarantee it!"

His gaze fell on the lifeless corpses of his comrades lying on the ground. But what truly set his blood boiling was the eerie scene of those same corpses being absorbed into Alex's body through some sinister method. These were men who had fought and bled with him, and now they couldn't even keep their remains intact.

Looking at the mangled bodies of his once-living comrades, one of the mercenaries clenched his fists in fury. "Boss, let's take him down! I don't care if I die—I'll drag him to hell with me!" He was already gripping a grenade, ready to leap from his cover.

"Stop!" Gais grabbed his arm just in time. "His speed is too fast. Even if you detonate the grenade, you won't kill him. You'll just throw your life away!"

"Then what? Just watch our brothers die without even leaving a corpse behind?"

"Of course not!"

A glint of malevolence flashed in Gais' eyes. "His strength is undeniable, and we can't recover our comrades' bodies. If that's the case, we must ensure he doesn't leave unscathed!" His gaze fell on the grenade in his hand. "When I count to three, throw every grenade we have at him, then retreat!"

"Got it! Even if we don't kill him, we can ensure he doesn't claim the bodies!"

"Agreed!"

The mercenaries quickly retrieved all the grenades from their gear, readying themselves for Gais' signal.

When everyone was prepared, Gais cautiously peeked out, spotting Alex standing arrogantly in the open. He muttered under his breath, "One… two… three! Throw!"

At his command, the mercenaries pulled the pins and hurled the grenades with all their might toward Alex.

"So foolish."

As the grenades neared him, Alex, who had been calmly consuming corpses, suddenly turned his head and smirked.

"Not good! Run!"

Years of dancing on the edge of death gave Gais an instinctive sense of danger. Seeing Alex's eerie smile, he shouted a warning and bolted from his position.

But it was too late.

In the instant Alex's smirk appeared, his katana flicked upward, sending one grenade flying back at an even greater speed. His movements blurred as he slashed rapidly, redirecting every grenade like arrows returning to their marks.

"Ding!"

The grenades landed mere inches from the mercenaries, too close to evade.

"Is this the end?"

The thought flashed through their minds as a thunderous explosion erupted. The deadly shockwaves and fragments engulfed them, leaving no chance for survival.

"Ahhh—!"

The agonized screams were short-lived, drowned out by the deafening roar of the explosions. When the smoke cleared, all that remained were mutilated corpses, indistinguishable from the carnage.

"Those who sow evil reap their due."

For mercenaries who would do anything for money, this was their retribution—meeting their end at the hands of their own custom high-power grenades.

"Serves them right."

Expressionless, Alex cast one last glance at the corpses. His blood-red eyes glowed ominously as he stepped forward. Wherever he walked, the bodies dissolved, converting into pure energy.

"Ugh!"

As the last body was consumed, Alex suddenly grunted, his eyes stinging with a strange numbness. Something was changing within them.

"The Ghost Eyes ability appeared not long ago. It shouldn't be birthing a new power this quickly. This feeling… Ah, it must be an evolution of my existing abilities!"

In another part of the factory, the rattle of gunfire echoed.

"Ratatatatata!"

Bullets rained down relentlessly, battering a makeshift barricade and trapping Hit-Girl and the Punisher behind it.

The two had successfully evaded Smith and Gais' men, sneaking deeper into the factory. But as soon as they reached the warehouse, an ambush caught them off guard. Though their marksmanship was exceptional, the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed them, forcing them into a defensive position.

"Damn it! These bastards set up such a large ambush—they were waiting for us to walk into the trap!" Hit-Girl cursed, curling her petite frame into a tight ball to avoid the bullets.

"Kingpin and Howard are rich and powerful. It's no surprise they have plenty of people willing to die for them," the Punisher replied as he scanned the surroundings for an opening.

"Those scumbags!" Hit-Girl growled. "When I get my hands on them, I'm shoving bullets right up their—"

"Uh, what?"

The Punisher was briefly stunned by her crude outburst. "How did her father raise her to be this way? A complete tomboy!"

Shaking his head, he refocused on their dire predicament. The enemy's firepower was overwhelming, pinning them down completely. Worse still, their barricade was riddled with bullet holes and wouldn't last much longer. If they didn't find a way out soon, they were as good as dead.