Night sky, under a bright moon.
Black King's subordinate, Azazel, who looked like a red-skinned demon, suddenly appeared high in the sky, clutching a civilian from the Base. The person was flustered, staring in shock at everything.
He smiled cruelly, activated his ability, and left.
"Oh, no!"
The person, who hadn't reacted yet, screamed and fell heavily from dozens of meters high to the ground, instantly becoming a corpse.
Bang, bang!
Following, a peculiar sound, like air being suddenly pushed aside.
Above the CIA Base, people kept falling sporadically.
Red Devil continuously used his teleportation ability to bring people to high altitudes and let them fall, wantonly slaughtering the personnel in the Base.
Corpse after corpse crashed into the courtyard and onto the rooftops, blood splattering.
On the other side of the room, through the glass window.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The tornado hurricane unleashed by the Mutant Riptide charged towards a huge spherical device.
That was the Cerebro, built by Hank, which helped Professor X locate Mutants on Earth.
The Base was under a terrible attack!
Enemies on both sides.
"Ah, what to do…"
Mystique and the others screamed and retreated in fear.
Even though each of them had superpowers, they were just a group of ordinary youths who had never seen blood.
Panic spread through the room, except for one person.
Ron's expression was calm and composed as he looked at both sides of the room, as if the terrifying wind sounds and frightening screams outside didn't exist.
The others, scared out of their wits, gathered together and retreated to his side.
"Ro… Ron, what should we do?"
Looking at the courtyard where many people had fallen to their deaths, Raven was terrified, her face pale.
At this point, she was not yet the battle-hardened Mystique who would later become a unique hero in the eyes of Mutants.
"It must be those people Charles talked about."
Alex, usually bold and reckless, nervously looked at both sides of the window.
"Hide behind me, I can protect you."
Only Darwin, whose ability was special and who was slightly older, swallowed hard and stood in front.
Ron glanced at Raven without speaking, his gaze shifting to the system.
As expected, many people had accidentally touched his body in their panic just now, and among them were two abilities he wanted.
Purchasing [Mutant Darwin Template] [Mutant Alex Template].
His body began to heat up.
Aside from the heat, there were no adverse reactions or painful sensations; his genetic carrying capacity was infinite.
After just a few seconds of heating.
Ron looked down at his hands, a smile playing on his lips, feeling his body had changed.
Weak energies continuously entered his body.
"The ability of 'survival of the fittest' only manifests when in danger, but the ability of Impact can already be clearly felt."
Various energies in the air, such as radiation, electromagnetism, and heat, were absorbed into his body.
The Base's defenses finally reacted. Agents, guns raised, rushed over. Red Devil Azazel, using his ability, constantly flashed behind them, slaughtering them with two simple short knives.
Da da da!
"Stop him!"
At the same time, gunshots and shouts came from the front door.
Black King did not attack from the side of the Base like his two subordinates, choosing to break through the main entrance.
A well-equipped special team continuously shot at him, but only empty casings fell to the ground, all kinetic energy absorbed.
Click!
Suddenly, the room's glass on Red Devil's side was shattered by a stray bullet, causing another wave of tension among the crowd, especially two women who screamed.
"Stay here, and stop making useless noise!"
Ron coldly threw out a remark, his agile body, like a leopard, sprang out, five fingers extending into sharp claws, leaping over the window, and mercilessly killing towards Red Devil.
"Here comes an interesting one."
In the courtyard, Red Devil, who was using his demonic tail to tightly constrict the neck of a suffocating Agent, pulling him around like a puppet, smiled cruelly.
The next second, his powerful tail flung the man aside. He held his short knife and met Ron.
Ron possessed the physique of Sabretooth, and Red Devil also had a certain degree of physical enhancement.
The two quickly fought several rounds.
But Ron's physique was not as bulky as Sabretooth's. The muscles beneath his clothes were streamlined, not bloated, yet explosive, combining the strength of a tiger with the agility of a leopard.
"Felines have always been quick-reacting, elegant, and swift hunters."
Red Devil's rapidly swinging short knife, which produced hissing wind sounds, was easily dodged. In Ron's vision, his movements were completely slowed down. Ron retaliated with a swipe of his claw.
Swish!
Stumbling back a few steps, Red Devil touched the five bloody gashes on his face and looked at the young Ron.
"A slightly troublesome kitten."
Injured, but he didn't panic, only saying dismissively.
"I thought I saw a demon, but I didn't smell the sulfur of hell in your blood."
Ron glanced at the bloodstains on his claws and slowly sneered.
"Is it just simply grotesque?"
In the comics, Red Devil is one of the oldest Mutants, having lived for thousands of years, feared by humans under different names since biblical times. Many demons, including Satan, were his aliases. He possessed various abilities such as teleportation, physical enhancement, shapeshifting, longevity, and mind control.
But in the movie, he seemed to be just a Mutant from Bear Country (Russia) with a mutated appearance, his abilities reduced to mere physical enhancement and teleportation.
"I'll make you see hell right now!"
Unable to tolerate his appearance being mocked, the enraged Red Devil prepared to send this boy to hell immediately, saying viciously.
His boss was about to arrive; he needed to resolve everything before his boss came.
Bang!
The next second, using his ability, he instantly appeared behind Ron and swung his knife down, but Ron, with extremely quick reaction speed, easily turned and raised his arm to block it.
"You seem to have forgotten my tail."
Red Devil grinned ferociously, his tail wrapping around Ron's ankle.
Another bang.
Teleportation activated.
The next second, Ron, with Red Devil, had already arrived hundreds of meters high, above thick clouds, under the bright moonlight, both falling rapidly.
"Go to hell and repent!"
Releasing his tail, Red Devil grinned ferociously at him and immediately returned to the ground. He slowly looked up at the dark night sky, waiting for that annoying kitten to fall hundreds of meters and smash into a pulp.
"Ron, no!"
Mystique and the others screamed, looking up at the sky in worry.
Those people before had been smashed into pulp just like that.
"…Bang!"
The all too familiar sound appeared behind him, only before, every time Red Devil activated his teleportation ability, there was this unique sound, but this time he had not activated it.
Huh? A hallucination?
"What—are you looking at?"
Accompanied by a cold, magnetic voice suddenly sounding behind him, like a hunter suddenly emerging from the shadows, sharp claws mercilessly tore open his throat!
"You… how did you do that?"
Turning around, clutching his profusely bleeding throat, Red Devil stumbled backward, his expression incredulous.
The person he thought was dead suddenly appeared behind him, seemingly using his own ability.
"I thought about it, and your appearance is clearly more suitable for hell than mine."
Ron ignored his question, tilting his head slightly, his expression icy.
"I… you…"
He widened his eyes, feeling life rapidly draining away, unable to stand steadily.
"Goodbye."
"No…"
Despairingly spitting out another blurred syllable, Red Devil, clutching his neck, collapsed weakly to the ground and died, his eyes wide open in death.
The ability points, which had been completely depleted, increased by several thousand again.
In the original plot, Red Devil didn't die either, defecting to Magneto after his break with Professor X. But now, he, who possessed the strongest escape ability, met Ron, and his life came to an end tonight.
"Ron, oh, you're amazing!"
Mystique and Alex's eyes lit up, exclaiming in surprise.
Everything seemed long, but in fact, in just a few seconds, Ron had dealt with the demon who had easily slaughtered many Agents. He was too powerful!
"I think I saw Ron use that demon's ability?"
Among them, Hank said dazedly.
"Did I see it wrong?"
"I saw it too."
The few who were slow to react looked at each other.
Bang!
Suddenly, the glass of the French window on the other side shattered.
The Mutant Riptide stepped in. He had just used his ability to completely destroy the Cerebro, obeying Black King's command.
Mystique and six or seven others blocked the window. He still didn't know that Red Devil was lying on the ground, as dead as could be.
"Riptide…"
But Ron had seen him through the gaps in the crowd.
Teleportation, as long as he had been to or seen a place, he could teleport freely.
Bang!
"Is it already handled?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him. Riptide thought it was his companion Red Devil. He gave a cold smile to the panicked and nervous Mystique and the others, and without turning his head, asked if everyone else in the Base had been dealt with.
However, in the eyes of Mystique and the others, that wasn't the case at all. He looked like a Joker, with Ron standing expressionlessly behind him.
"No, there's still one more."
A cold voice, like a death knell from hell, suddenly rang out.
Crack, crack.
Before Riptide could react, his confident smile froze on his face. His fragile neck was twisted by immense power, turning in a circle, and he became a corpse, following Red Devil to his demise.
Ability Points: 42,000.
Ability points increased again, reaching an unprecedented number.
"Powerful ability, but unfortunately, a fragile body."
Ron looked down indifferently at the corpse on the ground.
The Mutant Riptide's ability could create whirlwinds, tornadoes, and even hurricanes, with destructive power comparable to a small natural disaster, but unfortunately, his body was too weak.
However, this was also a common problem for Mutants; very few possessed both powerful abilities and powerful bodies simultaneously.
Like later, Magneto's power was enough to manipulate Earth's magnetic field, causing global disasters, but if the timing was right, a small plastic bullet could take his life.
"Another one solved! Ron, you're like a cold and deadly assassin, so amazing!"
Raven, her face flushed with excitement, and the other exclaiming individuals walked over.
At the same age, Ron felt much more powerful than them. He quickly dealt with two powerful enemies without batting an eye, instantly giving them a huge sense of security.
Ron ignored these foolish individuals and looked towards the main door.
"Those freaks you're looking for are inside, spare me… Ah!"
With a loud bang, a plea for mercy from outside the door abruptly ceased.
"What a beautiful night, ladies and gentlemen…"
The main door opened, and Black King Sebastian Shaw slowly walked into the room with relaxed steps.
Dressed in a well-tailored suit, wearing a peculiar and majestic helmet, he had just dealt with a fully armed special team of hundreds of Agents. Not only had he been hit by an RPG, but not even a single strand of his hair was out of place.
His ability allowed him to remain elegant no matter when or where.
"Riptide and… Red Devil."
But after entering the room, Black King, who was preparing to deliver an elegant speech to sway and recruit people, saw Riptide's corpse and the conspicuously dead Red Devil on the courtyard lawn not far away. His smile vanished.
"Interesting, it seems one of you has given me a surprise!"
His expression, which was usually indifferent no matter what happened, gradually turned cold.
Black King looked up, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. His gaze finally locked onto Ron, who was standing next to Riptide's corpse. Surging energy was flowing within his body.
"Did you kill Red Devil and the others?"