In the cities of State of Mexico, Kingpin.
The arrival of night finally brought some precious cool breeze here. The old streets were barely illuminated by dim street lights, and the grains of sand that could not be swept away were rolling on the ground, making it inexplicably desolate.
Except for some high-rise buildings, most of the city has been plunged into darkness.
In the middle of the city, the office building belonging to the mayor was still lit. At the door, two tough men in suits and leather shoes were guarding the left and right, with a ray of red light flashing from time to time in their slightly narrowed eyes.
The lights in the top-floor office were bright, and Kingpin and Bullseye stood side by side in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city in the darkness.
Behind them, dozens of fierce men who were as strong as bodybuilders looked at them quietly. No one spoke, but there was expectation on their faces and their eyes were scarlet.
"You know, I have always wanted to create a country of my own and control everything in my own hands, but I have never thought of becoming someone else's general... Never!"
Kingpin supported his cane, his voice did not fluctuate at all, and the light was projected from behind, hiding his face in the shadows.
"But we are already someone else's generals, aren't we? To be honest, I feel great now!"
Bullseye turned around, looking back and forth on the big men, lingering on their eyes. He clenched his fists, and a gray cyclone rotated around his feet, cutting on the ground. A trace of intoxication flashed in the same scarlet eyes.
"Crack--!"
Kingpin was motionless, but the sound of cracking stones could be heard under his feet, and fine cracks spread out on the marble floor, which were so dazzling under the light.
He turned around slowly, with no anger on his face, and even a kind smile. It was just a pair of blood-red eyes that made his smile look extremely weird.
"Go, our king needs more Divine Guard, and I also need more soldiers, so act according to the plan!"
Strong malice spread from Kingpin's body, and the gray shadow energy waved around him like the minions of an evil spirit. Even the cyclone at Bullseye's feet was dispersed.
Bullseye was so excited that he did not dare to provoke Kingpin anymore, and began to issue his own orders to the big men. "You guys, go and subdue the gangs in the city, you guys, go and convert those homeless people, and you, go and shut down all the communication networks, and the rest, guard the entrances and exits of the city, don't let anyone have a chance to escape, you all understand, then take action!"
Kingpin did not disturb Bullseye's arrangement, and faced outside again, looking down at the city that was plunged into darkness, and grinned with a mocking arc.
Whisper in a voice that only he can hear, "This city belongs to me, and no one can take it away. The five elements can destroy and seal everything, and the same goes for shadow energy!"
Bullseye glanced at the figure of Kingpin with his back turned to him. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Kingpin isn't still thinking about resisting Loki, right?"
Shaking his head, the shadow at Bullseye's feet stretched into a straight line, directly connected with the shadow downstairs. His body swayed and disappeared into the shadow. The next moment, he appeared in the shadow downstairs and disappeared into the city with the big men.
This night is destined to be dark. In addition to killing, it may also bring about... transformation?
On the outskirts of New York, in the research base of General Ross, a big event is also happening.
In the huge space, the giants that the criminals turned into have returned to their normal appearance. In the place where they rest, they are isolated by special glass rooms lined up in a row. Countless monitors stare directly at these rooms, like scarlet eyes, transmitting all their movements into the monitoring room above.
The dim light shines on the wall, and the metal blocks and various instruments scattered in the open space look particularly strange in this dark space, like the remains of a giant beast.
In one of the glass rooms, on a small single bed, a thin-looking man was lying on his side facing the wall. In a place that could not be seen by the surveillance camera, their eyes were wide open and there was no trace of sleepiness.
The man's name is Bob Dylan. He is an orphan. He has been involved in gangs since he was in high school. He usually makes a living by being sneaky. He occasionally helps gangs sell some marijuana and flour, and his life is considered comfortable.
After Battle of New York, Bob Dylan quickly passed the trial of First Heaven by relying on the hard work of joining the gang. However, the combat skills he learned from the gang did not help him survive Dragon Guard's ten-minute onslaught, and he could only stay at the Perfect Body Realm helplessly.
But even just Perfect Body Realm is qualified to step onto the stage in this Transcendent era. Bob Dylan relied on the physique brought by the Perfect Body Realm to successfully become the leader of a small gang.
The next step is simple, Bob Dylan expanded, and his greed for wealth made him target gangs that did not have Transcendent.
At that time, Kingpin was preparing to abandon New York's forces and run away. Frictions between gangs began to become frequent, and large-scale protests happened. Avengers cooperated with the army and began to suppress the chaos everywhere.
It was unfortunate, or quite reasonable, that Bob Dylan was arrested while he was happily sorting out the harvest, and then came to General Ross's base through General Ross's various means.
In the previous spinal fluid injection experiment of Pure Titan, Bob Dylan was the only one who successfully transformed into a ferocious giant more than fifty meters tall.
Under the threat of a micro-positioned remote-controlled bomb implanted in the head, Bob Dylan, like other prisoners, could only cooperate with the research honestly.
However, Bob Dylan still conceals some things that Power of the Titans in himself can do.
He discovered that the giant he became was not only the largest, but also had a power that could control the giant's flesh and blood, such as... transferring his consciousness into the giant's flesh and blood, then abandoning the previous body and re-condensing a new body.
Under strict surveillance, Bob Dylan didn't dare to make any big abnormalities. After discovering that he had this ability, he could only try it secretly on a small scale. He didn't dare to actually change his body, and he couldn't do it for the time being, so as not to activate the bomb in his head.
Only when he turns into a giant every day for researchers to study, Bob Dylan will try to condense his own flesh and blood in the giant's flesh and blood.
From the tip of one finger, to the whole finger, then to the palm, arms, and then to the body and internal organs.
The process of condensation is not pleasant, it is like using a knife to dismember yourself and then piece it back together. If Bob Dylan hadn't discovered that he could weaken or even numb his own feelings through control of flesh and blood, he might have gone crazy.
In this way, Bob Dylan practiced condensing his body every day when he turned into a giant. From being able to replace only one hand at a time, to being able to condensate half of his body at once, to now being able to condensate his entire body except the brain at once.
As for the brain... he had already figured it out clearly in the process of practicing condensation of the body.
"It's coming, it's coming, just give me a chance!"
Bob Dylan made up his mind. He had had enough of being studied every day like a Xiaobai rat, and even had to have spinal fluid extracted or samples of all organs taken.
The arrogant General Ross must not know that in this world, accidents always exist, and bombs can only threaten pure ordinary people.