The Multiplicity's Death

Inside Starbucks at 5433 Xinbo Gong East Street.

"Ah... ah!!"

Inside Starbucks, a customer suddenly clutched his head as though having an epileptic seizure, howling miserably like a wolf in unbearable agony. In his pain, he knocked over the cappuccino in front of him. Coffee spilled across his laptop and splashed onto his trench coat.

The quiet, leisurely atmosphere was shattered in an instant. Nearby customers looked over and craned their necks, quickly forming a small circle. Kind-hearted patrons and staff stepped forward to check on Danton Black.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"He's having an episode! Call an ambulance!"

The server beside Danton Black jumped in fright upon seeing him howl in agony with a face as savage as a ghost's.

The onlookers immediately offered all sorts of suggestions and asked whether there were any doctors or nurses present to provide emergency aid. The server fumbled anxiously while continuously comforting the patient, repeating, "Calm down, calm down, calm down. Don't move around. You'll be fine."

"Police! Move aside, move aside!"

Two plainclothes officers, Beretta M9 pistols in hand, shouted at the crowd. As the crowd shifted aside and opened a narrow gap, they squeezed in and saw Danton Black rolling on the floor in agony, while the server beside him tried frantically to comfort him.

The two plainclothes officers hesitated when they saw this, exchanging a glance. They did not immediately follow Alex's order to shoot. Once a suspect had lost the ability to resist, all they needed to do was cuff and arrest him.

Although guns were widespread in America, firing one was still a major matter—especially near Martin Stein's speech, which had drawn so much public attention. It could have an enormous impact. They were both veteran officers who understood the consequences of opening fire and knew how to judge the situation.

The two plainclothes officers only hesitated for an instant. Seeing that Danton Black had no ability to resist, they were about to arrest him when Alex's steel-hard, unquestionable command came through their earpieces.

"Fire!"

Alex rode the silver-black Lightning Motorcycle, crouched low over it as the airflow sliced across his cold face like icy blades. His dyed white hair streamed wildly behind him. At over 320 kilometers per hour, he and the vehicle surged forward like a streak of light, the scenery blurring away behind him as he darted crazily through the chaotic currents of traffic on the streets like a fish.

More than two hundred officers were slowly closing in like a blooming flower, with Starbucks at the center, encircling Danton Black. Those two officers had merely been patrolling nearby and had arrived first.

Even while speeding along, Alex still wore those incongruous reading glasses. Through the live surveillance feed, he saw what was happening inside Starbucks and gave the order on the spot.

The two plainclothes officers' gazes sharpened. They did not think any further. Their superior had given the order; they only needed to carry it out. One officer quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Get away from him!" Then he hurriedly pulled the server and the kind customers away from Danton Black.

The pulled-away server and customers seemed to sense the officers' stern tension. Though confusion appeared on their faces, they cooperated readily and moved away from Danton Black.

Seeing the other officer standing in place with his gun aimed at Danton Black, the surrounding crowd began to panic, backing away and fleeing Starbucks.

They proved to be right to do so. Once Danton Black was clear of bystanders, the officer aiming his gun at him did not hesitate in the slightest and opened fire on his agonized, howling body.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The Beretta M9 pistol had a detachable fifteen-round magazine, and every round was emptied into Danton Black. Each bullet struck The Multiplicity as though fired into a lake, hitting one duplicate after another and splashing up countless sprays of water and mist.

Acid splattered like blood. Danton Black's body blurred amid his miserable howls. He felt that this was the most dangerous moment of his life. Enduring the agony in his brain, he desperately created duplicates to block the bullets.

A chill abruptly rose in the shooting officer's heart as he stared at him in horror.

Danton Black rose from the wisps of acidic water and mist like he was emerging from an icy deep-water prison. His face was twisted, his eyes tortured to the point of despair. Red veins bulged across the whites of his eyes, making him look savage and terrifying, exactly like an evil ghost.

His desire to survive had turned him into the most terrifying human-shaped demon.

The officer firing at him felt his breath catch at Danton Black's savage appearance. The other officer, who had been evacuating the crowd, gritted his teeth and took over the firepower. The Beretta M9 pistol in his hand spewed bullets once more, like someone shooting the liquid man in Terminator. Bursts of spray bloomed one after another; every bloom marked the death of a duplicate and the scattering of colorless acidic mist.

Every duplicate he created weakened his brainwaves, while he continued to absorb Alex's sonic weapon like a trumpet, leaving him in unbearable pain and twisting both his face and thoughts even further.

"I am the world's..."

Danton Black, twisted in pain with veins bulging across his body, staggered forward and roared through his blurred features.

He was as frightening as an evil ghost. The officers' guns had no way to deal with him, as he used endless duplicates to block wave after wave of bullets.

Bullets had no effect on him!

The two officers could not help feeling horrified. Their hair stood on end as they each took a step back.

At that moment.

"Rumble..."

A tremendous boom rang out. In the bright daylight, continuous rolling thunder sounded as though an immense host of thunderclouds, carrying the majestic force of heaven in deep, rumbling roars, was flooding in from the distant horizon.

It was incredibly fast. The thunderous roar had come from afar, yet before anyone could react, it crashed into their eardrums.

"Crash... shatter!"

Starbucks' floor-to-ceiling glass exploded. Alex rode the Lightning Motorcycle straight through it, lifting the front wheel and smashing the glass apart as he charged directly inside.

The flying glass fragments were like seawater droplets reflecting beautiful colors under the sunlight. Alex merged with the sleek silver-white body of the motorcycle like a cold, merciless shark leaping from the deep sea, baring its sharp fangs above the surface.

Alex flipped through the air and left the Lightning Motorcycle behind. The motorcycle continued straight ahead, crashing into countless seats inside Starbucks and shoving them into a pile. Wood chips and glass shards scattered everywhere as it kept going until it slammed into the far wall, wedged tightly amid a heap of shattered tables and chairs.

Alex landed on both feet, his gaze locking onto The Multiplicity like lightning and making everyone's hair stand on end.

His pores abruptly tightened shut. Shoulders and hips, elbows and knees, hands and feet, tendons, bones, membranes, and strength all drew inward. The power of blood rushing through his entire body fused into one as he perfectly controlled every muscle.

Suddenly, he stepped forward. His body radiated the aura of a savage beast. With a bang like a landmine exploding beneath his foot, the dark brown floor tiles—deliberately designed to evoke an air of refined taste—caved in beneath him, spiderweb cracks spreading outward from where he stood.

"Stop!!!!"

In that instant, the system screamed beside Alex's ear.

Damn it! Alex, you bastard!

The system cursed furiously in its mind. It had already sensed it. Alex had no intention of completing the mission. He intended to punch The Multiplicity to death and fight it to the end. Even Controlled Nuclear Fusion could not tempt him into changing his mind.

Trash host, wasting my energy!

Alex ignored the voice beside his ear and focused even more intently. His heart and intent became one, intent and qi became one, qi and strength became one. In some unseen way, he gathered all of his essence, energy, and spirit. The limit beyond the flesh that the system had blocked him from reaching days ago now felt like a rope being snapped apart.

He felt a faint magnetic force arise within every cell of his body. All 130 trillion cells produced tiny threads of magnetic force, like tributaries of a rushing river converging into his own Yangtze. In an instant, he became a Magnetic Field Body, effortlessly gathering all the strength in his body and unleashing unparalleled power.

His violent, savage fist seemed to cross ten meters without needing distance, striking toward The Multiplicity's chest.

Danton Black seemed to sense his own death approaching. His face had twisted and blurred beyond recognition as duplicates flooded out one after another in a frenzy, trying to stop the arrival of death.

Alex's fist shattered the duplicates Danton Black had only just created, punching through layer after layer of watery curtains. The Multiplicity's final struggle had no effect whatsoever and was broken by Alex's fist.

"Boom!!"

With a massive explosion, Danton Black was launched like a cannonball and slammed directly against the four-meter-high wall. Blood splashed across the snow-white wall behind him like an eerie crimson flower, a horrifying sight.

His entire body went limp like mud. His eyeballs bulged out, still faintly showing the terror he had felt before death. Every bone in his body had been shattered by the shock, none of his internal organs remained intact, and even brain matter flowed from his nose and mouth. His limbs were bent into grotesque shapes.

His entire body had become a terrifying, limp corpse, enough to make anyone recoil in fear at the sight of it.

Especially when his limp corpse remained stuck to the wall for three or four seconds before slowly sliding down. The two officers who witnessed it could not help looking at the soaked Alex in terror. His already small white shirt clung even tighter to his body, outlining the perfect contours of his muscles.

Alex frowned slightly. The acidic water from The Multiplicity's duplicates had soaked him from head to toe, leaving him extremely uncomfortable.

He glanced at The Multiplicity and confirmed that this man was the original body and that Alex's violent shock force had pulverized him beyond recovery. Once he knew Danton Black was unquestionably dead, he stopped paying attention. Cleaning up corpses was not his responsibility.

His expression remained calm. He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing his dyed white hair upward after it had been soaked by the acid. Then he removed his reading glasses, flicked off the water, and slipped them back into the left chest pocket of his white shirt. His eyes swept past the two subordinates staring at him as though he were a monster, and Alex walked out of the ruined Starbucks.

"Wrap it up."