Disgusting Thing

In Russia, those who earn the title of "oligarch" all have some kind of shady background and connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Otherwise, how could they monopolize a certain industry in a region and enjoy all the profits?

Regardless of whether there are front men sharing the profits in this industry, any newcomer wanting to enter this field will inevitably face comprehensive attacks from these oligarchs, ranging from legal measures to private actions, from administrative means to personal threats.

Therefore, these people are surrounded by private armed forces, not just thugs as commonly perceived. They may be from the military or from units like the KGB.

The mansion, protected by these armed Bodyguards, was nothing like the place protected by his American counterparts. The menacing atmosphere almost made Henry think he had stumbled into the territory of some South America tyrant.

Almost every person patrolling outside was armed with both long and short guns. Even the main passageways inside the mansion were guarded by Bodyguards carrying handguns.

Not only that, but there was definitely a covert surveillance system in place. Henry also discovered some very special devices through feedback from auditory modeling. Upon closer inspection, he determined that these items were likely equipment and early warning devices used to deal with Mutants.

These devices would sound an alarm What If...? any Mutants approached rashly. Henry didn't think it was necessary to delve into what would happen next. It certainly wouldn't be like inviting the Mutants over and treating them to good food and drink.

However, all this equipment and personnel deployment couldn't stop a Kryptonian. Even without a planned optimal invasion route,

His Super Speed also ensured that Henry wouldn't be spotted by anyone. Of course, he didn't forget to avoid the surveillance cameras.

Infiltrating such a place without being absolutely foolproof is tantamount to insulting the reaction and processing capabilities of Super Brain.

Identifying the target was simpler than I had imagined. It was much easier than finding Mikhail Kuzmin within a 6CΦ range.

Because there weren't many women in the mansion, and it wasn't difficult to deduce their status from their actions.

The kind of person who is always running around and speaks timidly could not possibly be the mistress of this house. Henry knew very well that he was looking for the wife of an oligarch, a woman who could help him achieve his goals, not the submissive, submissive type.

Therefore, the suspect was quickly identified, and the target was confirmed using binoculars.

He never intended to casually orchestrate a Carnage or become someone he himself despised. Henry patiently waited for his target to be alone or when there were relatively few people around.

Long-range sniping is certainly an option, but Henry still wants to face Alexandra Rusanova—oh, now she's called Alexandra Fadeeva.

What If...? Mikhail Kuzmin was the main perpetrator of the abuse during the last three years, then Alexandra Rusanova was the primary caregiver who conducted physical examinations for Henry during those twenty years.

This was also the person who treated the injuries sustained during the last three years of his life, including those caused by abuse.

Don't assume that such a person should be like a mother, giving Henry a touch of human warmth.

In fact, during those twenty years, Henry couldn't even have the most basic conversation, and all she knew was how the researchers treated her. Without even basic communication, why would a woman necessarily exhibit maternal radiance?

Every time Henry underwent a physical examination or treatment for his injuries, he felt like a dead pig being manipulated by quarantine personnel.

If it's stamped with a "not up to standard" label, it'll probably be thrown into the incinerator.

At that time, Henry didn't know he was a Kryptonian, nor did he understand that basking in the Yellow Sun was his chance to turn his life around. He only knew that he was a malnourished alien who had fallen into the hands of the Russians and had no strength to resist.

To become the research target of a group of Russians when there is no hope left is no different from being a death row inmate. You never know when you will be dragged away to be shot, or dissected and dismembered before being thrown into the incinerator.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they lived in constant fear.

The woman closest to him always had a cold and aloof attitude, never smiled, and looked at him like he was looking at Deadman.

This will only deepen the fear, not create attachment.

I wasn't actually born from a completely ignorant alien infant; rather, I possessed the soul of a time traveler.

Now that he has the chance to face him again, Henry can't help but ask him what he was thinking back then.

It's impossible for anyone to be completely indifferent to the opinions of others, even knowing that hearing negative reviews will upset them. They still can't resist their curiosity and want to find out more.

Perhaps we'll hear some positive reviews?

Before the results are revealed, this false hope deceives people, giving them the motivation to keep waiting.

Compared to listening all day, the waiting time at night was much shorter.

For a middle-aged couple, nightlife is no longer what it used to be, when they could linger among fine wine and beautiful women.

The children were already old enough to sleep in separate rooms, so the bedroom was occupied only by the arrogant oligarch and his elderly wife.

"Who are you!" The man, who had just lain down and turned off the bedside lamp, vaguely noticed another person standing at the foot of the bed in the dim light of the nightlight.

The couple quickly sat up in bed, their hands simultaneously reaching under their pillows. Even without Henry's X-ray vision, he could guess that there was probably a gun hidden under each of their pillows.

In an instant, both of them blurred, Henry used Super Speed to get to the man's side, pressing on the man's carotid artery, instantly knocking the Russia oligarch unconscious.

If he hadn't fainted, he would have been dead. Fortunately, his experience Tinkerer hadn't been in vain; Henry was quite confident in dealing with an ordinary person's body.

At the same time, he took out PSM Pocket Pistol and aimed it at the woman before she pulled out the weapon from under her pillow.

Alexandra Fadeeva was not, after all, a frontline agent or a female warrior accustomed to using firearms. Her reactions were much slower, and the dim lighting in the room was not conducive to an ordinary person like her.

By the time they confirmed where the vanished intruder had reappeared, a gun was already pointed at their heads.

I suggest you slowly extend your hands so I can see them.

This lady, who had enjoyed several years of good fortune, didn't challenge the man with the gun. As she slowly withdrew her hand, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Ms. Rusanova, do you remember Ennu No Odin?" Henry asked directly, deliberately using her maiden name.

"Why do you know about that?" Alexandra Fadeeva asked, frowning.

Henry was shocked by the other person's statement. "A thing! You consider him a thing?"

"They're clearly alien beings, yet they look and grow up like humans. Don't you find that disgusting?" Suddenly recalling a rumor and a certain possibility, Alexandra Fadeeva said in surprise, "Could it be—"

"Bang! Bang bang!"

Same old routine: one shot to the forehead, two shots to the heart, making sure the other guy is thoroughly dead.

The gunshots in the dead of night naturally woke up the security personnel inside the mansion. To Henry, the chaotic footsteps of the group sounded as loud as drums.

Instead of panicking and running away immediately, Henry simply tapped his forehead lightly with the back of his gun and said self-deprecatingly, "What are you thinking? What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

Just before leaving, Henry glanced one last time at the woman lying in a pool of blood. Besides confirming once again that she had completely lost all signs of life, he chuckled.

"Ha, disgusting aliens. Actually, you're not wrong, you know? What If...? it were me, unknowingly..."

Seeing something that looks very human in every way, and someone telling me it's an alien, would make me feel disgusted.