The Multiplicity's Death

5433 Xingbaogongdong Road, inside Starbucks.

"Ah... Ah!!"

Inside Starbucks, a customer suddenly clutched his head as if having an epileptic seizure, howling miserably like a wolf in agony. In his pain, he knocked over the cappuccino in front of him, its liquid splashing onto his laptop and his trench coat.

The quiet, leisurely atmosphere was instantly shattered. Surrounding customers looked on, peering over, and soon formed a small circle. Some kindhearted customers and a server stepped forward to check on Danton Black.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

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

The server, seeing Danton Black writhing and screaming like a demon, was startled.

The onlookers immediately offered various suggestions and asked if there were any doctors or nurses present to provide emergency aid. The server frantically tried to comfort the patient, repeatedly saying, "Calm down, calm down, don't move, you'll be alright," in a soothing tone.

"Police, make way, make way!"

Two plainclothes officers, holding Beretta M9 pistols, shouted at the crowd. As the crowd parted slightly, they pushed through and saw Danton Black writhing and howling in pain on the ground, with the server frantically trying to comfort him.

The two plainclothes officers hesitated upon seeing the situation, exchanged glances, and did not immediately obey Alex's order to open fire. Once the suspect was incapacitated, they could simply handcuff him and make the arrest.

Although firearms are prevalent in America, firing a gun is still a significant matter, especially near the Martin Stein speech, which the public was closely following. It could have extremely wide-ranging consequences. They were seasoned officers who understood the repercussions of firing their weapons and acted according to the circumstances.

The two plainclothes officers had only a moment of thought. Seeing that Danton Black was completely defenseless and intending to arrest him, they heard Alex's ironclad, irrefutable command through their earpieces.

"Fire!"

Alex, driving the silver-black Lightning Motorcycle, crouched low, the airflow like a cold blade slicing across his stern face. His whitened hair whipped backward in the fierce current. Traveling at over 320 kilometers per hour, his figure and the vehicle surged forward like a streak of light, the surrounding scenery blurring and disappearing behind him as he weaved through the chaotic street traffic like a fish.

Over 200 police officers, like a blooming flower, were slowly closing in, centering on Starbucks to encircle Danton Black. Those two officers were merely patrolling near Starbucks and had arrived at the scene first.

While driving at high speed, Alex, still wearing his ill-fitting reading glasses, saw the scene inside Starbucks through the real-time monitoring feed and immediately issued his order.

The two plainclothes officers' eyes sharpened. Without further thought, their superior's order had been given, and they only needed to execute it. One officer quickly stepped forward, shouting, "Get away from him!" and then swiftly pulled the server and the kindhearted customers away from Danton Black.

The server and the kindhearted customers who were pulled away seemed to sense the officers' stern and tense demeanor. Though their faces showed confusion, they were quite cooperative and moved away from Danton Black.

The surrounding crowd, seeing another police officer aiming a gun at Danton Black, began to panic and retreat, fleeing Starbucks.

As it turned out, they were right. Seeing that no one was near Danton Black, the officer aiming the gun at him did not hesitate and directly fired at Danton Black's howling, pained body.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The Beretta M9 pistol, fed by a fifteen-round detachable magazine, emptied its rounds into Danton Black. Each bullet struck the Multiplicity, splashing like stones into a lake, hitting every part of the Multiplicity and sending countless splashes of water and smoke flying.

Acidic fluid splattered like blood. Danton Black's body became a blur in his screams. He felt he was in his most perilous situation, enduring the pain in his head, and desperately creating clones to block the bullets.

A chill ran down the spine of the officer firing, his eyes wide with horror as he looked at him.

Danton Black seemed to rise from a deep, icy abyss, emerging from wisps of acidic smoke. His face was contorted, his eyes bloodshot from sheer agony, his whites showing red veins, terrifying and monstrous, like an evil spirit.

The will to survive transformed him into the most terrifying human demon.

The officer firing was momentarily breathless from his ferocious appearance. The other officer, who had been evacuating the crowd, stepped up to cover the firepower, his Beretta M9 pistol spitting bullets again, continuously, like shooting a liquid man in Terminator, creating bursts of spray, each spray representing the death of a clone, with colorless acidic mist splashing out.

Each time he created a clone, his brainwaves weakened, and he was like a trumpet, constantly absorbing Alex's sonic weapon, causing him unbearable pain, further twisting his face and mind.

"I am the world's..."

Danton Black, in his agonizing, distorted state, veins bulging, his face a blur, roared and stepped forward.

He was terrifyingly like an evil spirit. The officers' firearms were useless against him; he used his endless clones to block wave after wave of bullets.

The bullets had no effect on him!

The two officers felt a chill run down their spines, their hair standing on end, and they took a step back.

Just then.

"Boom..."

A massive boom, a continuous rumbling sound in broad daylight, like a vast thunderclap, carrying the heavy, muffled sound of heavenly might, descended from the distant horizon towards them.

It was fast, approaching from afar, the rumbling sound that had enveloped everyone's ears now crashing into their eardrums.

"Bang... Crash..."

The floor-to-ceiling glass of Starbucks shattered. Alex, driving the Lightning Motorcycle, leaped its front, smashing through the glass and charging straight in.

The flying glass fragments were like beautiful, sunlit sea spray. Alex and the sleek, silver-white motorcycle became one, like a cold, merciless shark from the deep sea leaping out of the water, baring its sharp fangs.

Alex flipped in mid-air, disengaging from the Lightning Motorcycle. The motorcycle continued forward, smashing into the countless seats in Starbucks, piling them up. Wood chips and glass shards flew everywhere, continuing until it hit the far wall. The motorcycle was wedged tightly with the shattered seats and tables.

Alex landed on his feet, his gaze locked onto the Multiplicity like lightning, making one's hair stand on end.

His body instantly tensed, pores closing. His shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, tendons, and membranes contracted, his strength drawn inward. The power of his surging blood condensed into a single point, perfectly controlling his body's muscles.

With a sudden stride, he moved forward, exuding the aura of a ferocious beast. With a "bang," as if stepping on a landmine, the dark brown, deliberately designed floor tiles beneath him caved in, and cracks spread out from his foot like a spiderweb.

"Stop!!!"

In that instant, the System screamed in Alex's ear.

Damn it! Alex, you bastard!

The System cursed inwardly. It could feel it. Alex had no intention of completing the mission; he intended to kill the Multiplicity with a single punch and was prepared to resist the System. Even the temptation of Controlled Nuclear Fusion wouldn't sway him.

Useless host, wasting my energy!

Alex ignored the voices in his ears, focusing even more intently. His mind merged with his intent, his intent with his energy, his energy with his strength. In the depths of his being, he gathered all his essence, spirit, and vitality. The System had previously blocked him from surpassing his physical limits, but now he could clearly feel his limits like a rope, being snapped.

He felt a faint magnetic force in every single one of his cells. All 130 trillion cells in his body generated a trace of magnetic force, like the branches of a rushing river, converging into the great river of his being. In an instant, he felt like a magnetic entity, effortlessly gathering the strength of his entire body to unleash unparalleled power.

His violent and ferocious fist, as if ignoring distance, crossed ten meters and struck towards The Multiplicity's chest.

Danton Black felt his death approaching. His face was so distorted and blurred it was unrecognizable. Clones of himself frantically emerged, attempting to block the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

Alex's fist pierced through the clone he had just created, passing through layers of watery mist. The Multiplicity's final struggles were completely ineffective, shattered by Alex's fist.

"BOOM!!"

With a massive explosion, Danton Black was sent flying like a cannonball, directly embedding himself into the four-meter-high wall. Blood splattered onto the pristine white wall behind him like a bizarre, bright red flower, a shocking sight.

His entire body collapsed like mud. His eyeballs bulged out, still showing the terror of his final moments. All his bones were shattered by the impact, his internal organs were not intact, and brain matter flowed from his nose and mouth. His limbs were bent at unnatural angles.

He had become a terrifyingly limp corpse, a sight that inspired awe and dread.

His soft body clung to the wall for three to four seconds before slowly sliding down. The two police officers present couldn't help but look in fear at the soaking wet Alex. His already small white shirt now clung tightly to Alex's body, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique.

Alex frowned slightly. The acidic fluid from The Multiplicity's clones had soaked him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He glanced at The Multiplicity, confirming it was the main body and had been utterly pulverized by his devastating shockwave, undeniably dead. He then paid it no further mind. Dealing with the corpse was not his concern.

His expression was calm. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing up the dyed white hair that was wet with the acidic fluid. He took off his reading glasses, flicked off the water, and tucked them back into his left chest pocket. His gaze swept over his two subordinates, who were looking at him as if he were a monster, before Alex walked out of the ruined Starbucks.

"Clean up."