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Sometimes, you just have to admit it, Psykana is really too useful!

After using Psykana to blow up Ahmad's head, the remaining dozen or so terrorists were immediately scared out of their wits, their faces filled with terror as they screamed.

"Devil! It's a devil!"

"It must be a devil, the devil killed Ahmad!"

"Lord, save us!"

A ridiculously laughable scene unfolded among the terrorists.

Jamil stared at the scene, dumbfounded, still not quite processing that the arrogant Ahmad was dead just like that?

Could it be that "the Lord" had truly manifested?

But just then, a young, handsome face flashed through Jamil's mind.

The old man wasn't foolish. He knew very well that if "the Lord" could truly manifest, the village wouldn't be in its current state, nor would the country be like this!

So, the only explanation Jamil turned to look at the room.

Alvin slowly walked out of the house, looking at the screaming, frantic terrorists, and gently placed his index finger to his lips, "Shh, be quiet."

Instantly, the screaming terrorists' mouths were sealed, unable to make a sound no matter how hard they tried.

Under their complex gazes, a mixture of terror and anger, Alvin sat down cross-legged, his eyes indifferent, and said softly, "Now, answer whatever I ask, nod if you understand."

A few terrorists reacted a beat too slow, their heads caved in as if flattened, sinking directly into their chests, leaving only empty necks as their bodies swayed and fell to the ground.

"I don't like wasting time, so you'd better react quickly, understand?" Alvin narrowed his eyes, a chilling killing intent radiating from his pupils.

This time, the remaining five terrorists nodded frantically, like machines pounding garlic, afraid that if they were even half a step slower, their heads would be crushed.

"Very good, first question."

Alvin raised a finger and pointed to the first person on the left, asking, "What is your organization called?"

"It's called, it's called..."

He was so scared he wet himself, his face a mess of despair, his words jumbled.

Crack!

Alvin, too lazy to waste more words, simply twisted the man's neck 360 degrees and pointed to the second person, "You speak."

"Ten Rings Gang! We are members of the Ten Rings Gang!"

Clearly, this one had learned from the previous man's experience and answered with top-notch speed.

Ten Rings Gang?

Upon hearing the name, Alvin paused for half a second.

If he remembered correctly, wasn't that a villainous organization that had appeared in the Marvel universe?

"Did you kidnap Tony Stark?" To confirm his thoughts, Alvin asked directly.

"Who is Tony Stark?"

The man looked utterly bewildered, blinked his eyes, and put on a foolish expression.

Alvin was slightly disappointed, then directly pulled his head and spine out of his chest.

"Devil! You never intended to let us go!"

The fourth man, having watched the gruesome deaths of the three beside him, finally recognized reality and roared in anger, "Die, you damned devil!"

Not talking?

Alvin smiled. Trying to play tough in front of him, did they really think they weren't afraid of death?

Telekinetic Psykana had many convenient uses.

For example, crushing every single bone.

Unfortunately, the fourth man's bones weren't that tough, and he soon begged Alvin to kill him.

"You still haven't answered my question." Alvin controlled the force perfectly, ensuring the man died slowly.

"I, I don't know who Tony Stark is." The fourth man groaned in pain, screaming, and said in despair, "But I know our leader recently captured someone and imprisoned them in a secret room. I don't know anything else. Please, kill me!"

Hmm, it roughly aligns with the plot. The person captured should be Tony Stark.

Alvin used Psykana to snap his neck and shifted his gaze to the fifth man, who was trembling and consumed by fear, "Your turn. Where is your base?"

"Fifty miles east, and you'll see our base!"

As if afraid he hadn't said enough, the fifth man added, "The person who was captured is being held by Lazar in a cave in the southwest corner of the base. There are many guards!"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Alvin nodded with satisfaction and snapped his neck.

Good, the village had finally returned to peace. With the scum gone, the air seemed much fresher.

The only drawback was that it seemed to have gotten a bit messy.

After glancing at the filth covering the ground, Alvin felt a pang of guilt. He helped the fallen elder Jamil to his feet. "Sorry, I got a little carried away. I've dirtied your village. I hope you won't hold it against us."

"No, no, no, my child, you don't need to apologize."

Jamil gratefully clasped his hand, his voice trembling slightly. "If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead here today. This must be the Lord's arrangement!"

If not for Alvin, this village would have been wiped out today.

Just like all the other villages, their grain plundered, their young men and women taken, leaving behind the useless elders to starve to death.

The dozen or so elders remaining in the village expressed their gratitude to Alvin for saving them.

One elder even held out a dry biscuit baked from flour, trembling as he offered it to Alvin. "Child, we have nothing to give you, nor any way to thank you properly. If you don't mind this biscuit, please take it and eat it."

The biscuit was baked until it was dry and hard, but Alvin didn't show the slightest hint of disgust. He took the biscuit, smiled, thanked the elder, and took a bite. He chewed and swallowed, saying, "It tastes great, elder!"

This wasn't just flattery. Perhaps in his previous life, he would have found it hard to swallow.

But in the Underhive, this was far tastier than any Energy Bar or Nutrient Paste. Flour was a delicacy only nobles could enjoy!

After accepting the thanks of the elders, Alvin expressed his intention to leave.

Jamil was reluctant and enthusiastically invited Alvin to stay for a few more days, but Alvin declined.

Finally, a regretful Jamil filled a whole bag with water and handed over a few more biscuits. "Child, take these with you. You'll need them on your journey."

Alvin left his guns behind, along with two military Hummers, and drove off eastward alone in one of the Hummers.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Hummer, Alvin steered with one hand, gazing at the vast expanse of yellow sand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Iron Man, Tony Stark. His Arc Reactor should be a high-quality Energy source, right? I'm really looking forward to it!"

He hadn't expected the Navigator System to bring him to the famous Marvel universe this time!

As the saying goes, danger and opportunity go hand in hand.

The Marvel universe perfectly fit the various predicaments Alvin was currently facing.

Iron Man's armor, Captain America's Super Soldier Serum, the Infinity Stones, and so on – to Alvin, it was simply a vast treasure trove waiting to be explored!

Of course, the most important thing was to obtain "Source Power"!

Alvin intended to set the Marvel universe as the Navigator System's "Anchor Point" so that he could slowly tap into this immense treasure trove!

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