Bella couldn't run anymore, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to support her body. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath, hands bracing against the cold Earth, trembling all over, breathing rapidly, her face filled with despair and fear. Sweat streamed down her forehead, soaking her collar, and her once exquisite makeup was now a mess. Her heart pounded violently, as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.
"Don't... don't kill me... no..." Bella struggled to lift her head, her voice trembling so much she could barely form a sentence, her eyes full of pleading and terror. "You can't kill me! Kingpin... Kingpin won't let you off... He'll... he'll kill you..." Her voice grew weaker and weaker, as if grasping at a last straw, she threw out Kingpin's name, hoping this legendary crime boss could save her life.
Dominic stood not far away, a familiar cold smile on his lips. He looked down at Bella before him, his eyes full of disdain and sarcasm. Hearing the name "Kingpin," he suddenly let out a cold laugh, his voice carrying obvious amusement and mockery.
"Kingpin?" Dominic's smile grew more cunning, a hint of contempt in his eyes. "Are you kidding me? That fat guy whose weight has to be measured in tons? Don't be ridiculous, if he gained any more weight, Earth's gravity would barely be enough." He let out a loud laugh, his tone full of sarcasm and disdain.
"He's very powerful? Is that right?" Dominic feigned contemplation, lightly gesturing with his finger in the air. "Then why doesn't he come see me himself? Oh, right, he's probably too busy, after all, he has to deal with his waistline problem, or perhaps, he's trying to find an extra-large chair that can hold him up? Hmm, what a remarkable fellow."
His laughter grew more unrestrained, the contempt in his eyes intensifying. His cynical attitude made it seem as if Kingpin was completely insignificant in his eyes.
"Do you really think Kingpin can save you?" Dominic said, slowly approaching Bella, his steps light and casual, like he was dealing with a harmless prey. "Do you really think, relying on a fat guy who can't even protect himself, you can save your life?" He shook his head, laughing more wildly, his eyes full of sarcasm and scorn.
Bella's body trembled even more violently, as if she was suffocating under Dominic's cold laughter. Her lips quivered, her gaze filled with despair and fear. She had once thought Kingpin's name was a guarantee for everything, but now she realized that the man before her didn't take any threat seriously at all.
Dominic stopped, looking down at Bella, sizing her up with that malicious gaze, as if he had already foreseen her end. His voice was low and full of sarcasm, "Bella, you really should have understood earlier... In front of me, everyone is the same. Whether it's you, or that fat guy Kingpin... in my eyes, you are all ants."
His smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a chilling killing intent, as if death had already descended upon Bella.
...
The next day, yellow Police tape had been put up outside the Rose Nightclub, and the entire premises were completely sealed off. Large numbers of Police were busy securing the scene, cordoning off the perimeter, and the red and blue lights of Police cars flashed continuously on the street outside the nightclub. Several Officers on the scene were waving at the gathered reporters and onlookers, signaling them to step back.
Phil Coulson, wearing a black trench coat, got out of the car, his face as calm and serious as ever. Holding his FBI badge, he walked steadily towards the Police Captain who was managing the cordon.
"I am Phil Coulson, FBI." He showed his badge, his voice steady and carrying unquestionable authority. "Your Director will call you shortly. Your cordon work is finished, we're taking over."
The Police Captain frowned, about to retort, when his phone suddenly rang. He answered the call, and after hearing the Director's orders from the other end, his expression shifted slightly. Although unwilling, he lowered his voice and let out a cold snort, then waved his hand at his subordinates, signaling them to fall back: "Pull back, the FBI is taking over."
Coulson nodded lightly, saying nothing further, then turned and gestured to the Agents and forensic team behind him: "Go in, start the scene investigation."
The group filed in, Coulson leading the way. As he stepped into the nightclub lobby, the calmness on his face subtly changed. A faint smell of burning still lingered in the air, and traces of being melted by Cyclops were visible everywhere on the floor and walls. The once luxurious decor was now in ruins, and a grim and eerie atmosphere permeated the surroundings.
In the center of the lobby, there were still several charred bodies directly pierced by Cyclops. The former thugs were now just a few burned remnants. Coulson frowned slightly, a hint of heavy worry flashing in his eyes. He walked over to one of the bodies that had been cut in half, squatted down, and carefully examined the high-temperature cutting marks on the ground, muttering to himself, "This is... a high-energy weapon? No... it doesn't look like an ordinary weapon."
Just as he stood up, trying to piece together the events of this incident, an Agent rushed over from behind him, his expression unable to hide his shock. He held a laptop in his hand, its screen displaying footage copied from the nightclub's surveillance cameras.
"Sir, you have to see this." The Agent's voice carried a hint of tension and disbelief. He handed the laptop to Coulson, and the footage on the screen slowly unfolded.
Coulson frowned as he took the laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, which showed last night's surveillance footage. At first, everything in the Rose Nightclub seemed normal, but suddenly, a tall figure appeared on the screen – it was Dominic. He kicked open the door, walked directly into the lobby, and immediately, gunfire erupted. Then, his eyes emitted dazzling red light, and Cyclops instantly swept the surroundings, bullets were easily melted, and thugs fell one after another. The surveillance recording clearly captured all of this.
Dominic on the screen had that chilling smile on his face, his eyes cold and wild, seemingly enjoying all the chaos and slaughter. Every detail on the screen made Coulson's brow furrow tighter.
"My God..." Coulson murmured in a low voice, his eyes showing unconcealed shock. "This can't be a normal person... it can't even be any target we've handled before... What exactly is this guy?"
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. However, when he saw Dominic effortlessly dealing with all those who stood in his way and that final sarcastic smile, he knew – this person was completely beyond the usual threat level, even more difficult to handle than all the cases he had encountered in the past.
Coulson didn't delay any further. He immediately took out his phone and quickly dialed the Director's number: "Director, Coulson. I think we need to upgrade this operation... You'd better see the surveillance footage yourself." His voice carried a gravity and urgency he had never shown before.
The Director was silent for a moment, then responded: "Understood, I'll handle it immediately."
After hanging up, Coulson stood in the center of the ruined nightclub lobby, his eyes revealing deep worry and contemplation. He knew that this incident was far from as simple as it seemed on the surface, and Dominic was clearly a figure far beyond the ordinary. The upcoming operation would likely involve a larger, more dangerous situation.