He clenched his fists, his breathing becoming more rapid, his eyes wide and bloodshot, his shoulders slightly heaving, as if enduring some immense grievance and pain.
"...In an hour, a press conference will be held at the newly renovated 'The Dome' building in Capital City, where specific details about the suspect will be announced."
The host's voice continued to narrate from the television.
The reason The Dome building was chosen was that it was a newly renovated high-tech prison of the military, not yet put into use. This unusual debut was also meant to show the criminal that this would be his future home.
The irony was palpable.
However, the next piece of news completely shattered Mindy, who was by his side.
"But one good piece of news that can be revealed is that one of the suspect's accomplices has been completely killed while attempting to flee justice."
P.S.: We're getting to the main point. When this novel was first written, a dark tone was set. Of course, according to typical web novels, the protagonist usually starts a killing spree as soon as they leave the lab, venting their anger.
However, the author isn't good at writing that, and also knows that the former can easily lead to a collapse in pacing, which I believe everyone understands. So, the protagonist's identity is a thirteen-year-old native Chinese-American, who completely embarks on the path of darkening through self-struggle and growth.
By the way, when watching Naruto, Naruto Uzumaki, who suffered more bullying, should have already darkened.
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"...One of the suspect's accomplices has been completely killed while attempting to flee justice."
As the TV station reported, Big Daddy's photo was conspicuously displayed.
At this moment.
Mindy finally couldn't suppress the pain in her heart, and the tears accumulated in her eyes burst out like a floodgate.
She knelt on the ground in agony, lying on the floor and crying loudly.
Regarding her father, Big Daddy Damon, Hit-Girl Mindy harbored some resentment and indignation as she grew older and became more rebellious.
Other girls' toys were Barbie dolls.
While her toys were various types of firearms.
Other girls played in the Small World, enjoying a joyful childhood.
While her childhood was spent in arduous, hard training, becoming a top female assassin.
As she grew up, she finally understood that she was merely a tool for her father's revenge, a slaughtering machine painstakingly forged for her mother's death.
Sometimes, she couldn't distinguish how much love Damon had for his daughter. Perhaps, compared to her, Big Daddy wanted his mother back more.
So, during her rebellious phase, Hit-Girl's heart was somewhat resistant. She wanted to truly return to school and integrate into the student life she should have had.
But now... just because of a careless photo, a capricious internal network search, a terribly tragic event occurred.
The root cause was the boy beside her!
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."
"If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened."
"I hate you!"
The Hit-Girl in front of him rose in a rage, continuously striking Alex.
Alex was speechless, only lowering his head, his face gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.
He wanted to comfort her, but remembering how much she resented him, he figured they probably wouldn't even be friends anymore, and might even become enemies in the future. With this thought, Alex, who had intended to put his arms around her, let them drop.
Tears soaked his black hoodie.
Her striking hands had long stopped. The loli assassin, who had been incredibly lively at their first meeting, was now so helpless and pitiful.
At this moment, Mindy reminded Alex of his own sister, Susan, who had also broken down in tears after losing their mother.
Mindy buried her face in Alex's chest, sobbing desperately.
After an unknown amount of time, she fell asleep in Alex's arms, her face streaked with tears, seemingly having fallen into a daze from the excessive accumulation of pain.
"It's good that she's asleep..."
Alex glanced at the clock on the wall. There wasn't much time left until their press conference.
The Dome is located in Capital City. Although it and Manhattan are both on the East Coast, there is a certain distance between the two places. Even by car, it would take at least several hours to get there.
At this moment, Alex, devoid of all tenderness, was expressionless, seemingly utterly crushed by reality.
No... at this moment, countless waves had already surged in his heart, like the sea on a stormy night, with countless waves churning.
Boundless hatred also surged in his mind, like a bottomless abyss, gradually exuding an aura of evil despair.
Globally wanted criminal!
A pitiful lab white, transformed into a Mutant member of a terrorist organization.
The aggressive enemy gave him no chance to breathe.
The peaceful life he yearned for gradually became a luxury.
Even the only person in all of Manhattan who was good to him suffered misfortune due to being implicated.
Why me?
Why am I always the one suffering?
His mother's death, his sister's disappearance—a series of hardships seemed to torment him.
Alex didn't understand!
The thirteen-year-old him didn't want to understand either.
At this moment... he only wanted revenge, to kill!
All the enemies who brought him despair, the enemies blocking his path, should all go to hell.
In such a desperate moment, Alex's somewhat delicate and handsome face gradually lost its childishness, and a cold, ruthless killing intent became increasingly apparent.
He didn't want to back down anymore.
"I will return your share as well..."
Looking at the unconscious Mindy, he walked out of the safe house.
Target: The Dome building.
If Alex just rushed over, he probably wouldn't make it in time for the press conference.
However, Alex, with a face so cold it was extreme, was already in a state of emotional collapse. Completely darkened at heart, he directly recalled how he had instantly moved from the snowfield to Manhattan, hundreds of kilometers away.
He suddenly understood, and invisible ripples of power surged around his body.
A force that altered reality allowed him to directly open a spatial gate. Alex stepped through, and the street scene before him suddenly changed dramatically. He instantly arrived in a distant city, Capital City.
He glanced at the magnificent and majestic 'The Dome' building not far away, which looked like a sharp sword piercing the clouds. Alex's cold expression showed no emotional fluctuation as he simply walked forward.
Clack!!
Footsteps echoed on this land.
He pulled on his black hood, and the drooping black bangs couldn't conceal the chilling killing intent in his eyes.
Soon... the footsteps disappeared.
His figure continued to step forward, but at this moment, each of his steps landed in the air. The space before him seemed to have an invisible stairway to heaven, allowing Alex to walk in mid-air as if on solid ground.
"Oh my God, look, who is that?"
"God, this boy is walking in the air..."
"This is too flashy."
At this time, outside the Ministry of National Defense building, many reporters had already gathered. They all witnessed this magical and bizarre scene.
"Damn it, isn't that the wanted criminal from that terrorist organization?"
"Oh my God, you guys are really careless! Isn't that the wanted boy reported this morning!"
A word to the wise!
Everyone became even more excited, and the single-lens reflex cameras in their hands immediately flashed with light.
Compared to the reporters who enjoyed the spectacle, the security personnel outside the building all changed their expressions dramatically. The safeties on their firearms were all disengaged, and everyone's muzzles were pointed at the figure in the air.
"Damn it, the enemy is coming for us!"
No one expected that Alex, who had just been declared a global S-Rank wanted criminal that morning, would be so brazen, appearing in everyone's sight in broad daylight, and ascending a sky ladder by controlling a mysterious power.
Bang!!
Bullets continuously shot into the air.
Alex paid no heed. A wave of telekinetic power around his body acted like an invisible barrier, supporting him. All the bullets were deflected.