Marvel: Killing Makes You Stronger

Chapter 59: Can’t be Bothered

In a luxurious room of a beachfront mansion in Long Island, New York.

A hand reached out from under the covers, and a man in his twenties, clad in boxer shorts, casually moved away the two fair arms draped over him and got out of bed.

Yawning, he walked out of the room and made his way to the spacious and luxurious living room bar, where he picked up a bottle of whisky and a thick-bottomed square glass from the shelf. After pouring himself a drink and taking a sip,

At that moment, a male voice sounded in the living room.

"Good evening, sir, I believe there is something I need to report to you."

"Mmm-hmm?"

"About thirty minutes ago, abnormal energy fluctuations were detected thirty kilometers west of New York, lasting for ten seconds, equivalent to three thousand tons of TNT. Additionally, there was a magnitude eight earthquake covering a ten-kilometer radius."

"Perhaps it's a military weapon test? You know I'm not interested in these things, Jarvis."

Jarvis, undeterred by the man's nonchalance, continued: "Furthermore, residents in the western suburbs, area 08, reported that they had seen a very peculiar phenomenon—a golden column of light piercing the sky, lasting also for ten seconds."

"There's even footage of it."

After he finished speaking, the huge LCD screen in the living room automatically lit up, displaying a blurry night shot taken by someone on a higher floor. In the distance, under the night sky, a golden beam was clearly visible, starkly contrasting with the darkness.

Visible around it were traces of lightning tearing through the sky.

This piqued the man's interest: "Is this some kind of special high-density compressed energy being ejected from the ground into the sky, causing a thunderstorm reaction? What kind of weapon could cause such an effect?"

"Hey, honey?"

A sweet female voice called from another room, and without turning back, the man shouted, "I'll be right there, darling, you know I have a habit of watching the World Cup at night."

In truth, he never watched the World Cup.

"Some departments have cordoned off the area, sir, and many related images have been deleted from the content."

"This has indeed caught my interest. Do you know what I am going to do, Jarvis?"

"I guess it's sleep."

"Haha, right, enjoying a beautiful night with a gorgeous blonde is currently my top priority." Hearing that governmental agencies were controlling the scene, the man decisively returned to his room for a night of joyous growth.

Though he was intrigued by the weapon of highly concentrated energy, he was a genius, and he was confident in developing a weapon that would cause an even bigger sensation.

Because he was Tony Stark.

However, he thought it might be due to some experimental accident; otherwise, other agencies wouldn't be involved. But what did it matter? He was not about to waste a beautiful night worrying about it.

...

Driving to Queens, just as he parked at his doorstep, he saw a man—a middle-aged Caucasian, smartly dressed—waiting on the street in front of his house.

As soon as he opened the car door and stepped out, the man seemed to recognize him and walked straight toward him.

"So, is there something you need help with, sir?"

Bi Xiao raised his eyebrows, closed the car door, and looked at the middle-aged Caucasian.

The latter stared back at Bi Xiao as if sizing him up, as if confirming something.

"George Stacey, from the Queens Police Department, I'm a police chief."

"OK, so Chief George, you were specifically waiting for me?"

The young man smiled and asked.

"I know who you are, kid. You don't have to put on an act in front of me. Everything you've done should get you arrested, subject to legal punishment. I don't know what kind of backing you have, but I'm just here to warn you, stop doing what you're doing. Your circumstances don't justify you becoming an executioner."

Chief George stared at the boy's innocent and sunny demeanor. He was serious and spoke earnestly.

He clearly knew what kind of ferocity and terror lay hidden beneath this seemingly harmless appearance. He felt as though behind this boy, he could see countless lost souls entwined with him, especially since the boy's half-face was illuminated by the streetlight, while the other half remained in the darkness.

Just like his identity, intertwined between light and darkness.

Chief George held his own ideals; no one could supersede the supremacy of the law. His duty was to arrest criminals, regardless of the pressure from above, but he was still unwilling to give up.

"Do you have a happy family, Chief George?"

Bi Xiao suddenly spoke, causing Chief George's face to change as he thought the other was threatening his family. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and he was about to speak when Bi Xiao continued, stopping him: "But have you thought about how many happy families are torn apart by those people?"

"Why can't you use your law to punish the sins they've committed?"

Chief George frowned and fell silent; of course, he knew why.

Bi Xiao shook his head: "So, there are loopholes in the law, allowing those people to kill countless innocents while remaining at large."

"Also, I can tell you that the law can't punish me either. I don't have the so-called backing you think protects me and makes you give up. It's not just protecting me but also people like you."

"You're a good person, but don't try to aim your gun at me. I kill because they fit the criteria of prey. Others who don't fit, I can't be bothered to kill. But if someone points a weapon at me, then they are my enemy, understand? George."

As he spoke, a flash of gold sparkled in his eyes, and from George's perspective, the boy seemed to transform into a towering wave crashing toward him, instantly filling his heart with powerlessness and despair.

His back was soaked with cold sweat at that moment, and it was then that George truly realized that this boy was not just an ordinary human, but a superhuman possessing unimaginable and incredible power.

"Goodbye, Chief George."

Bi Xiao said gently, and George, as if soulless, instinctively turned and walked toward his car, driving away from the scene.

After George had driven away, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Although you say that, I think you were just warning him, you wouldn't actually kill him, right?"