Alex Johnson's indifferent eyes fixed on the approaching Mercedes sedan, its headlights glaring brightly in the dark, completely engulfing his lean figure.
The driver, hands gripping the steering wheel, was full of excitement. In his eyes, the young man in front of him seemed completely terrified, motionless, like a complete simpleton. He already envisioned the young man's body being thrown hundreds of meters, blood splattering across the sky.
But... why were the young man's eyes filled with such mockery?
"Die."
Under a whispered word.
Boom!!!
A dull, heavy roar echoed between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, as if an air cannon had fallen from nowhere, or as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer, the white sedan speeding ahead was flattened into an iron pancake. The ground itself caved in several meters deep, as if struck by a meteorite.
"This..."
Hit-Girl Mindy's eyes widened, her gaze behind the tactical goggles filled with utter shock.
She was dumbfounded.
So, this aloof, indifferent cool young man was a super-powered individual?
Hmm?
Could he be a mutant?
This was too powerful.
"What are you looking at? Go home and find your parents."
Alex returned the same words to the stunned Hit-Girl.
You... Mindy's delicate, petite face instantly flushed. However, the earth-shattering roar just now had set off car alarms throughout the entire block, and lights were flicking on in houses across the dark street, clearly wanting to see what had happened outside.
Can't stay long!
In a moment of distraction, she even noticed that his solitary figure had already vanished into the night.
Damn it... "Sooner or later, I'll collect the money for that lemon tea from you."
Even though she had treated him before, Mindy, in an attempt to save face, felt quite thick-skinned... Dozens of minutes later.
Mindy's petite figure had already arrived at her safe house.
The black leather suit, capable of withstanding bullet impacts, was removed. After taking off her purple wig, her golden, shoulder-length hair fell loose. Hit-Girl placed her weapons one by one onto the workbench.
Inside the safe house, three walls of cabinets were completely filled with various types of firearms.
The young girl, a master of both firearms and combat, had once thought she was the only cool girl in the world.
A cold-faced loli assassin in her early teens.
Such a character concept was thrilling to imagine.
But she never expected to encounter a young man with such exaggerated abilities tonight.
"Big Daddy, can you help me find out this young man's identity?"
Mindy returned home.
Her father, Damon, who had prepared her supper, looked at the phone photo his daughter handed him and teased with a smile, "I never thought my daughter would start thinking about men."
"Big Daddy!!"
Mindy said, her face red and a little annoyed, "That's not what I meant. This young man has incredibly terrifying powers. He directly crushed a car into an iron pancake out of thin air. My God, how exaggerated is that!"
As for why she had Alex's photo, Mindy naturally wouldn't admit that she had secretly taken it in the restaurant.
It was too embarrassing to say.
"A mutant?"
Big Daddy Damon's interest immediately piqued.
He opened a white toolbox in the living room, revealing a hidden secret computer. By inputting the photo, he could search for any information about this young man from the intelligence agency's backend, and even access various cameras in Manhattan to use facial recognition to track his real-time movements.
In his pursuit of revenge and his training of his daughter into a ruthless killing machine, Damon had intricate connections with intelligence agencies and other violent government departments, which was why he was able to collect so many types of weapons.
Finding someone was even easier.
"Something's not right..."
Damon suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's wrong, Big Daddy?"
"Someone else is also searching for Alex Johnson's information on the server backend. Damn it, we've crossed paths. His authorization level is very high. Quickly, exit..."
In a hurry, Damon immediately shut down the secret computer.
Damon, still shaken, wiped the cold sweat from his face and sighed, saying, "Some of his information has been hidden. This means he's a person of key interest to the higher-ups. What exactly did your friend do? He's probably in great danger now!"
After the large experimental base located on the snowfield completely crashed.
The Department of Defense had already rushed to the scene at the first opportunity to investigate exactly what had happened.
"The Snowfield Base activated its self-destruct device, suspected of being hit by an uncontrolled attack. Major General Marcus was killed in action, along with some staff members, all lost in the escaping fighter jets."
"The experimental base's black box has been successfully recovered..."
"Starting information transfer."
"Preliminary results indicate that the confined individual, Alex Johnson, Base Number 5162, lost control during preparation for dissection in the experimental chamber. Multiple monitoring devices lost signal, suspected of being damaged, so the exact situation at the time cannot be accurately depicted..."
Someone from the Department of Defense quickly analyzed the black box's information.
A shocking piece of news followed: as for whether Alex had survived the nuclear self-destruction, the answer was affirmative.
Because satellite equipment in low Earth orbit, as well as monitoring equipment in Manhattan, had successfully captured Alex's appearance and whereabouts.
"Damn it, he's still alive!"
Everyone was stunned.
After all, what does it mean to survive a nuclear explosion?
Was his physique truly immortal, capable of surviving such terrifying self-destruct power?
Even more astonishing was how he managed to cross half of the U.S. in less than half a day, traveling from the snowfield landscape thousands of kilometers away to a bustling Manhattan city.
"Interesting."
Many generals in the Department of Defense had already received this news.
"I declare that Number 5162 is mine."
General Ross stepped forward directly.
"Damn it, that Number 5162 should have been my experimental subject. My judgment was not wrong at all. I initiated the initial hunting operation. You snatched the experimental subject from my hands, and your incompetent guarding led to his successful escape."
General William Stryker protested indignantly.
Inside the conference room, many generals also had strong opinions on this matter.
But what was chilling was that, even though Alex had his own name, these important figures kept referring to him as Number 5162.
It was as if the young man Alex was not even worthy of being called a human, but merely an item in a store to be played with as they pleased.
Yes... everyone present was very excited about this. Such a resilient experimental subject was truly captivating, prompting them to seek answers.
The final result was quickly obtained. Under the instruction of the Minister of Defense, General Ross, stationed in the nearby area, punched the air in celebration, clearly having obtained ownership of this experimental subject.
The early bird catches the worm.
General Ross, who had been working on gamma rays and the Hulk's secrets, thus led his troops and swiftly headed towards Central Park in Manhattan under the cover of night...