Sometimes, you just had to admit it—psychic powers were incredibly useful!
After blasting Ahmad's head apart with psychic powers, the dozen or so terrorists remaining were scared witless. They screamed in terror.
"Devil! It's the devil!"
"It must be the devil! The devil killed Ahmad!"
"Lord, save us!"
A ridiculous scene unfolded among the terrorists.
Jamil stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded. He still seemed unable to process it. The arrogant Ahmad had just died 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 a fool. He knew perfectly well that if the "Lord" could truly manifest, the village wouldn't have become what it was now, and the country certainly wouldn't have ended up like this!
Then, the only possible explanation was—Jamil turned his head toward the room.
Alvin slowly walked out of the house. Looking at the screaming, frenzied terrorists, he gently pressed his index finger to his lips. "Shh. Keep it down."
In an instant, the screaming terrorists' mouths were sealed shut. No matter what they did, they couldn't make a sound.
Amid their complicated gazes, mixed with fear and fury, Alvin sat cross-legged. His eyes were indifferent as he said softly, "From now on, answer whatever I ask. Nod if you understand."
Several terrorists reacted a moment too slowly. Their heads looked as if they had been flattened, sinking directly into their chests and leaving only empty necks behind. Their bodies swayed before collapsing to the ground.
"I don't like wasting time, so you'd better react faster. Understand?" Alvin narrowed his eyes, a chilling killing intent spilling from his pupils.
This time, the remaining five terrorists nodded frantically, like machines pounding garlic, terrified that if they were even half a step too slow, their heads would be crushed.
"Good. First question."
Alvin raised his hand and pointed at the first man on the left. "What's the name of your organization?"
"It's called, it's called—"
He had wet himself from fright. His face was contorted with panic, and his words were completely jumbled.
Crack!
Alvin couldn't be bothered to waste words. He simply twisted the man's neck 360 degrees, then pointed at the second man. "You."
"The Ten Rings Gang! We're members of the Ten Rings Gang!"
Clearly, this man had learned from the previous one. His answer came incredibly fast.
The Ten Rings Gang?
Alvin froze for half a second when he heard the name.
If he remembered correctly, wasn't that a villainous organization that had once appeared in the Marvel Universe?
"Did you kidnap Tony Stark?" Alvin asked directly, wanting to confirm his suspicion.
"Who is Tony Stark?"
The man looked completely baffled. He blinked and wore an utterly foolish expression.
Alvin was slightly disappointed. Then he pulled the man's head, along with his spine, straight out of his chest.
"Devil! You never intended to let us go!"
The fourth man had watched the varied deaths of the three men beside him. He finally recognized reality and roared furiously, "Go to hell, you damned devil!"
Not talking?
Alvin smiled. Did this man really think that pretending to be tough and not fearing death would be enough?
Telekinetic psychic powers were extremely convenient in many ways.
For example, crushing every single bone.
Unfortunately, the fourth man's bones weren't very tough. Before long, he was begging Alvin to kill him.
"You still haven't answered my question." Alvin controlled his strength carefully, trying to make the man die a little more slowly.
"I—I don't know who Tony Stark is." The fourth man moaned and screamed in pain before saying desperately, "But I know the leader recently captured someone and locked him in a secret room. That's all I know. Please, kill me!"
Hmm. It more or less matched the plot. The person they had captured should be Tony Stark.
Alvin used his psychic powers to snap the man's neck, then shifted his gaze to the fifth man, who was trembling violently and utterly consumed by fear. "Your turn. Where is your base?"
"Fifty miles east. You'll see our base!"
The fifth man seemed afraid that he hadn't said enough, so he immediately added, "The person who was captured is being held by Raza in a cave at the southwest corner of the base. There are many people guarding him!"
"Thanks for your cooperation."
Alvin nodded in satisfaction and snapped his neck.
Good. The village had finally returned to peace. Without the vermin's voices, even the air seemed much fresher.
The only flaw was that things had gotten a little messy.
Looking at the filth covering the ground, Alvin felt somewhat guilty. He helped the fallen Jamil to his feet. "Sorry. I got a little carried away and made a mess of your village. I hope everyone won't blame me."
"No, no, my child. You don't need to apologize."
Jamil gratefully clasped his hand, his voice trembling slightly. "If not for you, we'd probably all have died here today. Surely this must have been the 'Lord's' arrangement!"
Without Alvin, this village would have disappeared today.
Just like the other villages, its food, able-bodied men, and women would have been taken. The useless old people left behind would then have been starved to death.
The dozen or so elderly people remaining in the village all thanked Alvin for saving them.
Some even brought him dry cakes baked from flour and handed them over with trembling hands. "Child, we have nothing to give you, and we can't offer you anything valuable as thanks. If you don't mind this cake, take it and eat it."
The cake had been baked until it was dry and hard, but Alvin didn't dislike it at all. He accepted it, smiled, thanked them, then tossed it into his mouth and took a bite. Chewing with his mouth full, he said, "It tastes great, old man!"
He wasn't flattering them. If this cake had been placed before him in his previous life, he probably wouldn't have been able to swallow it.
But in the Underhive, this stuff tasted far better than Energy Bars or Nutrient Paste. Flour was a delicacy only nobles could afford!
After accepting the thanks of all the elders, Alvin announced that he intended to leave.
Jamil was reluctant to see him go. He warmly invited Alvin to stay in the village for a few more days, but Alvin refused.
In the end, regretful Jamil filled an entire bag with water and handed him several cakes. "Child, take these with you. You'll need them on the road."
Alvin left all the guns behind, along with the two military Humvees. He drove one Humvee eastward alone.
Seated in the driver's seat, Alvin controlled the steering wheel with one hand as he gazed at the endless yellow sand. The corners of his lips curled upward. "Iron Man, Tony Stark... His Arc Reactor should count as a high-quality energy source, right? This is exciting!"
He never expected that the Navigator System would bring him to the famous Marvel Universe!
As the saying went, danger and opportunity coexisted.
The Marvel Universe was a perfect fit for all the difficulties Alvin currently faced.
Iron Man's armor, Captain America's serum, the Infinity Stones, and so on—in Alvin's eyes, they were practically a vast treasure house waiting to be developed!
Of course, the most important thing was that he had to obtain Source Power!
Alvin needed to set the Marvel Universe as the Navigator System's "anchor point." Only then could he slowly excavate this enormous treasure house!
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