Seeing the scene before them, the entire area fell into silence. All those still alive stared in shock!
"W-what was that?"
"Can a mutant do that?"
"Devil! He's a devil!"
The nearest gang member tremblingly picked up a fragment of a limb that had splashed onto his face, then screamed and ran away.
However, before he could escape a few steps, the gang boss shot him in the head.
The gang boss roared:
"Why are you screaming?! How could he possibly use a move like that continuously?
We'll all shoot him together and drain his energy! Jerry, bring the rocket launcher!
Don't forget, everyone, we must complete this deal, or Wilson Fisk won't let us go!"
The gang boss's words immediately calmed the gang members. They looked at Sean, gritted their teeth, and started firing frantically.
It seemed the man named Wilson Fisk was even more terrifying than Sean, who had just unleashed a terrifying blue black hole.
Facing the storm of bullets, Sean did not dodge.
The consumption unit for the Limitless Cursed Technique was calculated by time, not by the strength of the incoming attack.
He walked forward as if bathing in a breeze, a cruel smile on his face, and charged toward the numerous gang members.
Energy strengthened his body, and the various combat experiences from the Satoru Gojo template honed Sean's mind.
Facing a battlefield he had never encountered before, he felt no tension or fear. Instead, the curve of his lips grew more pronounced.
He kicked his right foot backward with force. Energy first converted into Cursed Energy, which was then micro-manipulated by the Six Eyes to enhance his body.
Boom!
Flesh and blood crushed the ground, and he charged directly toward the dozens of gang members.
Hands, feet, various joints—all parts of the human body—under the inheritance of Satoru Gojo's exquisite technique and the fine control of the Six Eyes, became deadly killing tools.
The gang members couldn't track Sean's movements at all, and any stray bullets that happened to aim at him were repelled by the Limitless Cursed Technique.
Large numbers of gang members fell like mown grass, unable to get up again!
Finally, Sean arrived in front of the gang boss, smiling, his hands slipped into his pockets, and he walked slowly toward him.
Looking at the mutant before him, the gang boss's heart was filled with terror. The man in front of him had shattered all his prior impressions of mutants.
How could a mutant be so strong?!
If all mutants were this strong, why were they hunted down like rats, despised by everyone?
"I don't believe it! Your ability must have some kind of flaw!"
The gang boss roared at Sean in frustration, trying to use his shout to dispel the fear in his heart.
Just then, a gang subordinate brought out a rocket launcher and handed it to the boss.
Seeing the rocket launcher, the gang boss's eyes lit up. All his previous fear was dispelled by the weapon.
He snatched the rocket launcher from the subordinate's hands, then roared ferociously at Sean:
"Die!"
In a fierce flash of light, the rocket propelled toward Sean and exploded violently right at his feet.
The gang boss trembled and laughed wildly:
"Damn mutant! Damn Asian monkey! Die for me!"
But as the smoke from the explosion cleared, distinct footsteps emerged from the dust. An arm reached out from the smoky cloud and abruptly seized the gang boss's neck,
"Ugh..."
First, the profound azure blue glow, like the deep sea, became visible, followed by the striking white short hair, and finally the soiled clothes and the cuts and wounds all over his body, which completely contrasted with the former.
Under the terrified gaze of the gang boss and his subordinates, Sean smiled sinisterly,
"Cursed Technique Lapse: 'Blue'!"
The blue vortex gathered in his hand once more. Amidst the gang boss's screams, he was entirely devoured first, and the vortex then continued its high-speed trajectory forward, blasting a huge gap in the prison wall.
After finishing everything, Sean ignored the people behind him. Using Cursed Energy to enhance his physique, he disappeared from the spot and burst out of the prison through the hole in the wall, leaving behind only the few remaining incapacitated gang members and the many innocent captives whose cell doors had been opened.
After Sean left, the entire area was silent. Tens of seconds later, a massive cheer echoed through the prison, and the countless innocent people surged toward the gap of freedom!
...
A few hours later, in a very luxurious room in Hell's Kitchen, a brilliant crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the scene below.
The man sitting in the central chair had his face seemingly covered by shadows.
He was a massive two meters tall, with a burly physique, sitting there like a mountain.
The person reporting to him was a man in strange tight clothing.
"Bullseye, are you telling me the transaction failed?"
A normal person facing the man named Wilson Fisk would already be trembling and unable to stand steadily, but Bullseye continued calmly, like a machine,
"Yes, almost all the members are dead. Most of the bodies are even missing.
It seems this was due to a mutant present among the 'goods.' This was all his doing."
Silence fell over the room again until a minute later, Wilson Fisk opened his eyes and said to Bullseye with no emotion:
"Can you kill him?"
"If he is a man, I can kill him!"
"Then I want to see his corpse within a week!"
"As you wish!"
...
At the same time, in a hidden corner of Hell's Kitchen, inside the underground prison.
A friendly-faced, middle-aged man with a receding hairline walked into the basement, followed by several surviving gang members and the escapees from the prison.
Upon arriving at the prison block, the friendly look on Agent Coulson's face could no longer be maintained. Looking at the twisted, deformed metal cages, the shattered floor, and the wall with a huge gap blown out by an unknown attack, he couldn't help but ask the people behind him:
"Are you saying this was all the work of one mutant?"
Everyone behind him immediately nodded. A young, innocent woman stepped forward, her face filled with longing, and said to Phil Coulson:
"Yes, he was a very handsome man. He had unforgettable silver hair, deep eyes like a lake, elegant manners, and powerful strength!
He was completely different from those wild, aggressive mutants; he was a true gentleman!"
Although the lovesick woman might have romanticized him, her description still provided some information about the mysterious mutant.
He surveyed the strange scene around him again, focusing particularly on the huge gap in the wall and the craters on the ground for a period of time, then muttered to himself:
"An azure blue black hole vortex? An unknown, powerful mutant, definitely Level 3, possibly Level 4, and... Level 5 isn't impossible either!"
Just then, a deep voice came through the earpiece he was wearing,
"Agent Coulson, what's the situation?"
"Director Fury, this mutant is very powerful. He can definitely be part of your plan."
"Mmm, good. Search for his whereabouts with full effort, and go all out to recruit him. Try to bring him into our plan!"
Seeing the scene before them, the entire area fell into silence. All those still alive stared in shock!
"W-what was that?"
"Can a mutant do that?"
"Devil! He's a devil!"
The nearest gang member tremblingly picked up a fragment of a limb that had splashed onto his face, then screamed and ran away.
However, before he could escape a few steps, the gang boss shot him in the head.
The gang boss roared:
"Why are you screaming?! How could he possibly use a move like that continuously?
We'll all shoot him together and drain his energy! Jerry, bring the rocket launcher!
Don't forget, everyone, we must complete this deal, or Wilson Fisk won't let us go!"
The gang boss's words immediately calmed the gang members. They looked at Sean, gritted their teeth, and started firing frantically.
It seemed the man named Wilson Fisk was even more terrifying than Sean, who had just unleashed a terrifying blue black hole.
Facing the storm of bullets, Sean did not dodge.
The consumption unit for the Limitless Cursed Technique was calculated by time, not by the strength of the incoming attack.
He walked forward as if bathing in a breeze, a cruel smile on his face, and charged toward the numerous gang members.
Energy strengthened his body, and the various combat experiences from the Satoru Gojo template honed Sean's mind.
Facing a battlefield he had never encountered before, he felt no tension or fear. Instead, the curve of his lips grew more pronounced.
He kicked his right foot backward with force. Energy first converted into Cursed Energy, which was then micro-manipulated by the Six Eyes to enhance his body.
Boom!
Flesh and blood crushed the ground, and he charged directly toward the dozens of gang members.
Hands, feet, various joints—all parts of the human body—under the inheritance of Satoru Gojo's exquisite technique and the fine control of the Six Eyes, became deadly killing tools.
The gang members couldn't track Sean's movements at all, and any stray bullets that happened to aim at him were repelled by the Limitless Cursed Technique.
Large numbers of gang members fell like mown grass, unable to get up again!
Finally, Sean arrived in front of the gang boss, smiling, his hands slipped into his pockets, and he walked slowly toward him.
Looking at the mutant before him, the gang boss's heart was filled with terror. The man in front of him had shattered all his prior impressions of mutants.
How could a mutant be so strong?!
If all mutants were this strong, why were they hunted down like rats, despised by everyone?
"I don't believe it! Your ability must have some kind of flaw!"
The gang boss roared at Sean in frustration, trying to use his shout to dispel the fear in his heart.
Just then, a gang subordinate brought out a rocket launcher and handed it to the boss.
Seeing the rocket launcher, the gang boss's eyes lit up. All his previous fear was dispelled by the weapon.
He snatched the rocket launcher from the subordinate's hands, then roared ferociously at Sean:
"Die!"
In a fierce flash of light, the rocket propelled toward Sean and exploded violently right at his feet.
The gang boss trembled and laughed wildly:
"Damn mutant! Damn Asian monkey! Die for me!"
But as the smoke from the explosion cleared, distinct footsteps emerged from the dust. An arm reached out from the smoky cloud and abruptly seized the gang boss's neck,
"Ugh..."
First, the profound azure blue glow, like the deep sea, became visible, followed by the striking white short hair, and finally the soiled clothes and the cuts and wounds all over his body, which completely contrasted with the former.
Under the terrified gaze of the gang boss and his subordinates, Sean smiled sinisterly,
"Cursed Technique Lapse: 'Blue'!"
The blue vortex gathered in his hand once more. Amidst the gang boss's screams, he was entirely devoured first, and the vortex then continued its high-speed trajectory forward, blasting a huge gap in the prison wall.
After finishing everything, Sean ignored the people behind him. Using Cursed Energy to enhance his physique, he disappeared from the spot and burst out of the prison through the hole in the wall, leaving behind only the few remaining incapacitated gang members and the many innocent captives whose cell doors had been opened.
After Sean left, the entire area was silent. Tens of seconds later, a massive cheer echoed through the prison, and the countless innocent people surged toward the gap of freedom!
...
A few hours later, in a very luxurious room in Hell's Kitchen, a brilliant crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the scene below.
The man sitting in the central chair had his face seemingly covered by shadows.
He was a massive two meters tall, with a burly physique, sitting there like a mountain.
The person reporting to him was a man in strange tight clothing.
"Bullseye, are you telling me the transaction failed?"
A normal person facing the man named Wilson Fisk would already be trembling and unable to stand steadily, but Bullseye continued calmly, like a machine,
"Yes, almost all the members are dead. Most of the bodies are even missing.
It seems this was due to a mutant present among the 'goods.' This was all his doing."
Silence fell over the room again until a minute later, Wilson Fisk opened his eyes and said to Bullseye with no emotion:
"Can you kill him?"
"If he is a man, I can kill him!"
"Then I want to see his corpse within a week!"
"As you wish!"
...
At the same time, in a hidden corner of Hell's Kitchen, inside the underground prison.
A friendly-faced, middle-aged man with a receding hairline walked into the basement, followed by several surviving gang members and the escapees from the prison.
Upon arriving at the prison block, the friendly look on Agent Coulson's face could no longer be maintained. Looking at the twisted, deformed metal cages, the shattered floor, and the wall with a huge gap blown out by an unknown attack, he couldn't help but ask the people behind him:
"Are you saying this was all the work of one mutant?"
Everyone behind him immediately nodded. A young, innocent woman stepped forward, her face filled with longing, and said to Phil Coulson:
"Yes, he was a very handsome man. He had unforgettable silver hair, deep eyes like a lake, elegant manners, and powerful strength!
He was completely different from those wild, aggressive mutants; he was a true gentleman!"
Although the lovesick woman might have romanticized him, her description still provided some information about the mysterious mutant.
He surveyed the strange scene around him again, focusing particularly on the huge gap in the wall and the craters on the ground for a period of time, then muttered to himself:
"An azure blue black hole vortex? An unknown, powerful mutant, definitely Level 3, possibly Level 4, and... Level 5 isn't impossible either!"
Just then, a deep voice came through the earpiece he was wearing,
"Agent Coulson, what's the situation?"
"Director Fury, this mutant is very powerful. He can definitely be part of your plan."
"Mmm, good. Search for his whereabouts with full effort, and go all out to recruit him. Try to bring him into our plan!"