Superpowers in the Marvel World

"Frank Castle, what a pity!"

Bullseye ignored the limp Howard Saint, instead focusing his gaze on the Punisher with a condescending sneer. "You shouldn't have offended our boss!"

"I hate the way you look at me," the Punisher replied icily, unfazed by Bullseye's words.

"Hmph!"

Bullseye chuckled coldly. The three men beside him, as if receiving a silent command, drew their pistols and aimed them squarely at the heads of their adversaries. "You shouldn't have come here!"

"Enough nonsense. Let's get to the killing!"

The one who spoke wasn't the Punisher but Alex, standing behind him. With a sudden burst of speed, Alex darted forward like an arrow, appearing in an instant before the three men.

In the next moment, his katana moved with dazzling brilliance, slicing through their throats in one fluid motion—three lives taken with a single strike!

Fast.

Too fast.

The entire process was seamless, leaving no room for hesitation or error.

"You—"

Bullseye's eyes widened as he stared at his now-lifeless subordinates, standing motionless as if they hadn't realized they were dead. He couldn't believe what had just happened. The three elite assassins he had painstakingly cultivated were gone in the blink of an eye.

Even though Bullseye had been on high alert, watching for any sudden moves from Alex, he hadn't been able to see how the blade struck.

"Stop dithering and come meet your end!"

Alex twirled his sword and turned to Bullseye, whose previously arrogant demeanor had evaporated.

"Buzz!"

As blood spurted from the three men's throats, the consuming power of Alex's Devourer Eyes activated. Their bodies disintegrated into particles before Bullseye and Howard Saint's horrified eyes, spiraling into Alex's eyes and vanishing.

Dead.

The three elite assassins were gone.

"Ahhh!"

Howard Saint's mental defenses crumbled as he stared at Alex, who now seemed more like a demon than a man. His pants were soaked; he had lost control of his bladder and bowels.

"Howard Saint, it's your turn now," the Punisher said, his tone calm but chilling, as he slowly approached the trembling man.

"You—"

Bullseye wanted to intervene but didn't dare move. Alex's strength was overwhelming—so much so that Bullseye couldn't summon the courage to act.

Throughout his career, Bullseye had encountered numerous formidable opponents, but none had ever made him feel as powerless as Alex did. It was as if Alex could kill him with a single glance. The unfamiliar and unsettling sensation paralyzed him.

However, while Bullseye hesitated, Alex didn't intend to let him off.

"Are you going to kill yourself, or do you need my help?" Alex's voice rang out like a death knell, causing Bullseye to take an involuntary step back.

"What?"

Bullseye's pupils contracted. Fear and the instinct to survive warred within his eyes as he stammered, "You're a mutant—daring to attack me means you're not afraid of our boss and the government joining forces against you?" His voice trembled noticeably, a far cry from his earlier arrogance.

"Afraid?"

Alex sneered, his disdain palpable. "Get real. Even if they all teamed up, they couldn't make me feel fear."

This wasn't mere bravado. Alex's mastery of three ocular techniques had rendered him virtually invincible. Overwhelming him with numbers would only provide him with more spiritual energy to absorb, making him stronger. Killing him outright would require extreme measures, like deploying weapons of mass destruction or rallying superpowered heroes against him.

The first option was obviously impractical, as no government would risk such catastrophic collateral damage. As for the second, Alex doubted the government could muster heroes capable of stopping him. The strained relations with mutants made it unlikely they'd lend their assistance.

So what could they do?

"You…"

Bullseye's lips trembled as he stared at Alex, unable to fathom someone daring to spout such audacious claims.

"Well? What's your choice?" Alex asked leisurely, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Bullseye finally understood how his victims must have felt.

"Still undecided?" Alex chuckled. "Hurry up, I don't have all day."

"I choose…"

Bullseye lowered his head, murmuring softly as though resigned. But just as Alex leaned in to hear, Bullseye roared:

"I choose you die, bastard!"

In a flash, Bullseye pulled out two silver pistols, firing multiple shots directly at Alex's vital points.

"How boring," Alex muttered, as if he had anticipated the move. He stepped forward, his blade flashing horizontally.

"Thunk!"

A severed head flew into the air.

"Boom!"

Bullseye's headless body collapsed, disintegrating into countless particles that were swiftly devoured by Alex's ocular power and converted into pure spiritual energy.

Dead.

The once-feared Bullseye, Kingpin's most trusted enforcer, was no more.

"What a pity," Alex said, sheathing his blade, echoing Bullseye's earlier remark. But Bullseye was no longer around to hear it.

"Don't worry. On your first time, I'll only break half of your bones—103 in total. It won't kill you," the Punisher said to Howard Saint, his tone almost tender yet infinitely chilling. Even Alex felt a shiver run down his spine and quickly left the room.

"You can't do this to me! I'm a legal citizen of America! I pay taxes every year—AHHH!"

Howard Saint's pleas were cut short as the Punisher's hands moved, the sound of cracking bones accompanied by agonized screams that echoed throughout the room.

"Sigh."

Alex sighed and closed the door behind him, blocking out the horrific sounds.

"Why not stop him?" Hit-Girl asked, glancing at Alex.

Alex rubbed his face and sighed again. "Frank's wife and son were everything to him. If he doesn't vent, it'll drive him mad."

Despite his words, Alex was ill-equipped to counsel others. He could only hope Frank found some semblance of peace after this.

"Will the Punisher still be the Punisher after getting his revenge?" Alex murmured as Howard Saint's anguished screams continued.

When Frank finally emerged, his eyes were red, evidence of the tears he had shed.

"Thank goodness," Alex thought, relieved to see no sign of self-destruction.

From the distance, the sound of sirens approached.

"Let's go."

Exchanging a glance, the trio smiled faintly before vanishing into the night.