Only that notorious individual was so intimately familiar with the Mutant X-gene and so skillfully mass-produced Mutant ability users like an assembly line.
"It truly disgusts me."
Alex Johnson frowned slightly, unable to suppress the rage in his heart.
In his furious state, activating his reality-altering ability was as effortless as breathing.
"All of you, die."
With a single command,
the mysterious power interfering with reality instantly decreed their death.
Bang!
At the exact same moment, all the personnel in front of Alex, without exception, exploded.
As a mist of blood bloomed, Alex, standing within it, had an invisible barrier supporting him, blocking all the blood from touching him.
"So, are all of you under Stryker?"
Alex's gaze swept into the distance.
Within the already cordoned-off area, more and more reinforcements were arriving at the scene.
A rough count put their numbers in the hundreds.
Learning from previous lessons, the reinforcements rushing here were mostly elites from various units.
Many personnel possessed unique skills.
Of course, to say they were all under General Stryker would be inaccurate for the vast majority.
However... the cold and emotionless Alex had no intention of reasoning with them.
He didn't seem to do anything, nor was there any visible energy fluctuation.
Bang!
One after another, the elite reinforcements clutched their hearts; a terrifying, mysterious force had seized their hearts, squeezing them fiercely and quickly bursting them.
Thump!!
Figure after figure collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with bewilderment and fear.
Until their death, no one knew what the other party had done.
The terrifying power of reality modification thus unreasonably manifested before the world...
Dead!
The reinforcing troops in front of him, under inexplicable circumstances, all clutched their hearts, then cried out in agony and fell completely to the ground.
Cardiac arrest?
Sudden death?
Did everyone have a heart attack?
Tony Stark, who had been waiting in the air, was dumbfounded.
"Sir, this is exactly the same as the previous situation. A mysterious force, boundless and without any energy fluctuations, caused their death."
"My God, what exactly is this?"
Tony was extremely puzzled, and even his usually calm face showed a solemn, even panicked, expression.
This was a significant blow to someone widely considered one of the top three intellects in the world.
Even Jarvis, the artificial intelligence butler, couldn't identify what kind of power this was after sifting through various occult studies and massive data samples of Mutant abilities.
"However, what is certain is that each time this mysterious power appears, it is when the young man exhibits angry emotional fluctuations."
What kind of analysis is this!
Jarvis's words made Tony smile wryly.
Isn't this just telling him not to anger the young man?
"Should I try to coax him with a lollipop?"
"Or appease him with a beautiful toy set?"
Tony grumbled.
"Sir, what you're suggesting doesn't quite fit the needs of a 13-year-old."
"Oh, I was wrong. After all, when I was 13, I was almost graduating from college, so I really don't have a concept of what other people are like at that age."
The humorous Tony Stark couldn't help but show off a bit.
But for now, the problem still needed to be solved.
Dong!
A magnificent golden-red battle suit descended from the sky.
"Hey, buddy, I don't have any ill intentions."
To show he meant no harm, Iron Man spread his hands out to his sides.
Not only that, his Iron Man mask retracted, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a hint of weariness and a meticulously trimmed mustache.
"I know the reason behind all of this. General Stryker is the one who started it all."
"And you are not some extreme Mutant at all; that's slander and a fabricated charge. You're just an innocent young man who escaped from a research base, aren't you?"
Facing such an unfathomable monster, Tony swore he used the most emotionally charged language of his life, trying his best to move the young man before him.
Even without a heart rate monitor, Tony knew his heart rate had increased significantly.
Secretly, he also had Jarvis monitor the other party's emotional fluctuations.
After all, he was taking a risk.
He was gambling.
No matter what, the other party was still just a 13-year-old boy.
He was in his rebellious phase, a time when his values were still unformed.
Looking at the other party's cold and emotionless, darkened face, Tony felt that everything could be salvaged.
The fault was not his.
All the evil originated from General Stryker.
It stemmed from this world's persecution of Mutants.
"I can end all of this."
"With just a press of a button, I can expose all the evils of that large experimental base in the snowfield to the public."
"General Stryker will also be brought to justice."
Tony took a deep breath.
To his right, a holographic virtual screen was projected into the air.
That secretly cracked confidential file, with just a thought, he could have Jarvis disseminate it to all media and television stations in the world.
The world would also give him justice.
"You are not a criminal."
"On the contrary..."
"You can be a hero. With your abilities, you can absolutely do it easily."
Tony could swear this was his peak moment as an orator.
This should be enough to move him, right?
Young man, please change your mind quickly.
Tony's heart was trembling.
"Sir, the other party's emotional fluctuations do not show an inclination towards anger. However, I regret to inform you that he also did not show any confusion or regret during your speech."
"In other words, his conviction is very firm."
Jarvis's words instantly plunged Tony's heart into a boundless ice cellar.
Looking at the other party's stern face, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, he gave a bitter smile.
He suddenly recalled that when he was 13, he also ran away from home due to a minor conflict.
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