Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Breaking Out

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Breaking Out



The scene before them rendered everyone in stunned silence, all the survivors staring in shock.

"What... what is this?"

"Can mutants do something like this?"

"He's a devil! A devil!"

The closest gang member, trembling, removed the severed limb that had fallen on his face and then screamed as he fled.

However, before he could take a few steps, the gang leader shot him in the head.

"Why are you screaming? He can't possibly use that move again so quickly!" the gang leader shouted.

"We'll shoot him together and wear him down. Jero, bring the rocket launcher! Remember, we have to complete this deal; otherwise, Kingpin won't let us off!"

The gang leader's words quickly calmed the gang members. They turned their gaze towards Alex, gritted their teeth, and began shooting wildly. It seemed that the person named Kingpin was even more terrifying than Alex, who had just unleashed that horrifying blue vortex.

As bullets rained down on him, Alex didn't dodge. The energy consumption of the Limitless Technique was calculated by time, not by the intensity of the attack.

He moved forward as if he were strolling through a gentle breeze, a cruel smile on his face, charging at the gang members. Energy enhanced his body, and the various combat

experiences from the Gojo Satoru template fortified Alex's mind. Facing a battlefield he'd never experienced before, he felt no nervousness or fear; instead, the curve of his smile grew more pronounced.

With a powerful push of his right foot, the energy first transformed into cursed energy, then was fine-tuned by the Six Eyes to enhance his body.

Boom!

Flesh and blood crushed the ground as he charged head-on towards dozens of gang members. Hands, feet, every joint, and every part of his body became lethal weapons under Gojo Satoru's exquisite techniques, precisely controlled by the Six Eyes.

The gang members couldn't track Alex's movements. Stray bullets that happened to hit him were blocked by the Limitless Technique.

Gang members fell like cut grass, unable to rise again. Finally, Alex stood before the gang leader, smiling, hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards him.

The gang leader's heart filled with terror as he looked at the mutant before him. This man had shattered all his perceptions of mutants. How could a mutant be this strong?

If all mutants were this powerful, why were they hunted like vermin?

"As long as he's human, I can kill him!"

"Then I want to see his body within a week!"

"As you wish!"

...

At the same time, in a secluded corner of Hell's Kitchen, within an underground prison.

A kindly-looking man entered the basement, followed by several surviving gang members and escapees from the prison.

Upon reaching the prison, Coulson's kind demeanor faded as he looked at the twisted metal cells, shattered floors, and the massive breach blasted through the wall by an unknown attack.

He turned to the others and asked,

"Do you say all of this was the work of a mutant?"

Immediately, the group nodded. A young innocent woman stepped forward, her face filled with admiration as she addressed Phil Coulson,

"Yes, he's a very handsome gentleman, with unforgettable silver hair, deep eyes like lakes, elegant manners, and incredible strength! He's nothing like those aggressive mutants; he's a true gentleman!"

Though the young woman's admiration added a touch of romanticism, she did reveal some information about the mysterious mutant.

Coulson surveyed the bizarre scene once more, particularly lingering on the huge breach in the wall and the craters on the ground. He muttered to himself,

"A deep blue vortex? An unknown powerful mutant, definitely Level 3, possibly Level 4, and...

even being an Omega level isn't out of the question."

Just then, a low voice came through his earpiece,

"Agent Coulson, what's the situation?"

"Director Fury, this mutant is exceptionally strong, definitely someone who could fit into

your plans."

"Good. Spare no effort in tracking him down and bringing him into our fold."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om