In the apartment, Tom oppened his mouth, yawned, curled up at Levi's feet, and feel into a sweet dream in less than two second.
"It's great to be young, you can fall asleep whenever you want."
Levi shook his head and looked at Jerry, who was yawning on his shoulder. "You should go to bed too."
Jerry obediently nodded, waved his tiny hand, then jumped into Tom's soft fur. He used the fluffy hair as a bed and blanket and soon began to snore.
He had also used his ability several times, which consumed a lot of his energy.
Levi gently petted them one by one, but the smile on his face gradually faded.
He hadn't given powers to Tom and Jerry just for fun, it was part of a plan to later gain reputation points.
And don't forget, he could also borrow their powers.
Levi closed his eyes, and three strange points of light appeared in his mind. One was slightly dim, indicating that the first person he had granted a power to was about to die.
"The other two lights should be Tom and Jerry."
He extended his mental tentacles and grabbed the two points of light at the same time.
The next instant, Levi's body trembled. He suddenly opened his eyes, filled with surprise.
He clenched his fist, felt the sensation, then suddenly smiled. Plucking a hair, he blew on it. Instantly, the hair transformed into another Levi, carried away by the wind.
The two Levis looked at each other and smiled in unison.
Curious to test the limits of this cloning technique, Levi continued to use it.
One clone after another appeared in front of him, until he began to feel his abilities becoming harder to use.
Looking at the five silhouettes standing before him, Levi sighed softly:
"Can I really only create five clones for now?"
He was simply borrowing the abilities of Tom and Jerry.
However, the upper limit of this power depended on them, not on Levi. As a result, he could only create a maximum of five clones.
But that was enough for now.
With a single thought, his clones simultaneously transformed into [Strange Bodies], flying around the room, they passed through various pieces of furniture effortlessly, without obstruction.
Being immune to physical attacks also meant that the drawback of Jerry's ability wouldn't apply to him, allowing his clones to survive much longer.
The experiment wasn't over yet. The clones stopped, shook their bodies, and their appearances immediately and drastically changed.
One of his clones had thick eyebrows and large eyes, dressed in a blue bodysuit with red underwear worn on the outside and a red cape fluttering behind him.
Another had a dark expression, wore a black combat suit, and had piercing eyes.
A third wore a tight outfit and had a slightly mischievous look; one had messy hair and held a trident in his hand; the last was a heroic beauty in medieval armor, wielding a blade in her hand.
As Levi admired the five heroes before him, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Thanks to the cloning and transformation powers he borrowed from Tom and Jerry, along with other upcoming abilities, he would soon possess a large number of capable assistants.
The risk of exposing his real body would be greatly reduced. He could then stir up more chaos without worry, and his reputation points would rise.
"Let them play the roles of ghost stories then, the slit-mouthed woman, the old lady with a cat face, the woman in red… all of them will help these Americans purify their souls."
Once these strange and terrifying tales begin to spread, the reputation they generate will be considerable, though it will take time to go viral.
That's why Levi needs fast and effective methods.
"Haha, to make these creepy stories famous, the fastest way is to ride the wave of popularity. And what's better than Marvel's most trending figures?"
No one knew exactly what brilliant idea crossed his mind, but Levi curled his lips and smiled proudly.
"Oh, by the way, I still have one last experiment to run."
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"Damn it ! What the hell is going on ?!"
George Stacy, the police commissioner of New York, stood behind a blast shield, clad in a thick bulletproof vest, staring ahead in shock and fury.
More than a dozen people, their eyes vacant, stood holding hands, forming a human barricade. All of their faces were familiar to Commissioner Stacy.
Some were former colleagues who had worked alongside him at the precinct for over ten years. Others had just begun their police careers, and a few were merely office staff.
Now, they appeared to be controlled, reshaped, turned into a shield for a criminal.
What disturbed Commissioner Stacy even more was that the criminal in question was a good officer, someone he had always trusted and believed in.
"Stop, Carl ! The precinct is surrounded. You can't escape. Let the hostages go, now !" Stacy said, voice heavy with sorrow as he aimed his weapon at Carl.
Upon hearing this, Carl gave a foolish smile.
"Haha, no way ! I don't want to let them go. I still want to play. This game is so much fun, hahaha !"
That bizarre laughter made Stacy's frown deepen. This man before him was nothing like the serious, dedicated officer he once knew.
Bang !
Carl shot one of the hostages in the head. Hot blood sprayed onto the faces and bodies of several people nearby, but none of them reacted at all.
Commissioner Stacy's eyes were red with anger, but the hand holding his rifle remained unwaveringly firm. He lowered his head, then his voice, and spoke gravely into the intercom:
"What are you waiting for, you bunch of good-for-nothings? Open fire !"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sniper stationed outside pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Sparks flew, and the bullet whizzed through the air, shattering the windowpane in an instant before lodging itself into Carl's skull, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.
Carl collapsed immediately, bringing down with him the human wall he had formed.
Bodies began to fall one after another like dominoes.
Commissioner Stacy let out a long sigh of relief and raised his hand, ready to give the order to clean up the mess.
But his gaze froze: one of the hostages lying on the floor had picked up Carl's weapon, and was already pointing it at him.
Before he could react, a gunshot rang out behind him, followed by a burst of gunfire.
George Stacy closed his eyes. He knew, without even looking, that all the hostages were doomed. If they weren't treated, he knew he would be hit by a bullet.
"Damn it, what the hell are you doing ?!"
"I'm sorry ! But that guy was Nico, I couldn't help it ! Oh no! I was worried about your safety !"
"…"
Commissioner Stacy was exhausted and sighed.
"Send two people in to see if there's anyone left inside. Be careful."
"Yes, sir !"
"Wait !"
Coulson rushed over, stopping them before they could approach, and showed his ID to George Stacy. "I'm sorry, Commissioner Stacy, but we'll be taking over this case and this location."
"What ? What did you just say ?! This is the New York Police Department and I'm the commissioner ! You want us to just leave ? And go where ? To the beach ?!" George shouted, furious.
If he just walked away like that, where would his pride go ?
"I understand your concerns, Commissioner," Coulson replied with a polite smile. "However, the police station is old and run-down. You'd be better off working in a newer, more solid building. This is also a government decision. Surely you won't refuse such a gift, right, Commissioner ?"
Looking at the somewhat aging station, George coughed and nodded. "Now that you mention it… it's probably time for the police to move into a new building."