Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

What just happened?

In less than a second, the dozen or so men he brought with him were either killed or injured in a way that was beyond his comprehension. The not-so-large wooden house was smashed open with holes, and gusts of cold wind blew out, making him shiver involuntarily.

"You, you, you're a mutant?"

The man's voice trembled, and his face showed horror.

This extraordinary power, beyond human comprehension, can only be achieved by mutants.

Matthew didn't answer directly. He faced the gun pointed at his forehead, his gaze cold and stern: "Who is behind you? What are you looking for? Why did Daniel die?"

"I...I can't..."

The man's lips trembled, as if he were struggling with fear, but the next moment he suddenly pulled the trigger.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Flames erupted from the muzzle, and the bullet hurtled straight toward Matthew's forehead. But then, something even more horrifying and chilling happened.

The bullet actually pierced through Matthew's forehead, causing a ring of golden light to appear on his forehead. The bullet seemed to have hit an invisible light barrier, passing right through it and striking the wooden wall behind him.

"It's impossible, it's impossible."

The man's eyes widened, filled with undisguised fear. He trembled and took a few steps back, but Matthew moved forward, approaching the man who was already utterly terrified.

Fear and despair overwhelmed him, turning him into madness. He kept shouting "Impossible!" and his finger kept pulling the trigger.

However, even with the gun pointed at him, Matthew continued to walk at a leisurely pace, letting the bullet pierce his forehead.

This scene, which defied common sense, completely shattered the man's heart. Especially after he had emptied his gun, he retreated in despair and finally collapsed to the ground, the pistol slipping from his hand and falling to the ground beside him.

"You devil, you're a devil!!"

The man looked at Matthew, who walked up to him, with despair. Matthew's handsome face seemed to him like that of a devil, with an evil smile.

hum! !

Matthew stood at the man's feet, his tall figure looking down at him. He pointed his finger at the man's head, the tip of his finger radiating a golden cross of light, the immense energy it contained almost bursting forth.

"This is your last chance. Don't even think about lying. You're not the only one still alive here."

The voice, as sharp as a cold wind, pierced the man's eardrums, sending a chill down his spine. Looking into Matthew's indifferent eyes, he knew the boy wasn't putting on an act.

“I, I’m telling you, the person behind me, Kleiner, is a director of Kleiner Industries. On the surface, he’s doing legitimate business, but secretly he’s involved in smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, arms dealing, and so on.”

“A month and a half ago, Sheriff Daniel uncovered a human trafficking operation and followed the lead to Kleiner Industries. He secretly investigated and found a lot of evidence and clues. Although Sheriff Daniel was investigating in secret, I don’t know why Kleiner found out about it.”

"A trap was set a month ago, and Sheriff Daniel just..."

The man's voice trembled as he blurted out everything he knew, pausing at the end.

He glanced at Matthew cautiously, only to find that the other man remained expressionless.

He suppressed his fear, swallowed hard, and continued, "Although Sheriff Daniel is dead, we haven't found the document he compiled. We've been searching for it, and as Sheriff Daniel's adopted son, you're the most likely person to know its whereabouts."

“We searched your home, but we didn’t find the document. So Kleiner had us monitor you, hoping to find it through you.”

Matthew remained silent for a few seconds. Under the latter's uneasy gaze, the golden light of the cross emanating from his fingertips dimmed, and he lowered his hand.

"Why not just arrest me instead of monitoring me?"

"Because there is pressure from the police department. Although Kleiner Industries is involved with the police department, there are still some people who have not been completely bribed. Sheriff Daniel himself has been in the town for more than ten years and has a lot of influence. His death has made many people in the police department suspicious. If you are arrested or even killed, no matter how powerful they are, they may not be able to cover it up."

Who within the police department has been bribed?

"I don't know, it's confidential, he didn't tell me."

The man shook his head.

"Where does Kleiner live?" Matthew didn't dwell on that question and instead asked about Kleiner's residence.

"At Kleiner Manor."

Matthew nodded, then suddenly said, "You were one of the people who killed Daniel when he was ambushed, weren't you?"

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out in horror, "No..."

Chapter 3: If you're going to kill, then kill them all (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations).

Before he could finish speaking, a foot gleaming with golden light slammed down with tremendous force, striking his chest with a deafening crash. The terrifying power sent his entire body shattering through the wooden floor beneath his feet and plunging into the lake, splashing water everywhere.

Matthew looked down at the large hole in the wooden floor and the surging lake water before killing the remaining survivors.

Regardless of whether they were involved or not, everyone connected to Kleiner must die.

Revenge means killing everyone completely.

As for any side effects after killing someone? There are none. Unless it's a bloody and disgusting scene that makes you want to vomit, the unease, tension, and fear that comes after killing someone is the fear of being investigated and judged by the law.

Now that Matthew possesses extraordinary powers, he doesn't care about any of that.

His adoptive father, Daniel, once taught him: "You have to bear the consequences of killing someone, but if you are sure you must kill someone, use every means you have learned to erase all traces and make the law unable to judge you."

Having learned the truth and killed all the gunmen, Matthew left the cabin and drove one of the cars they had come in, heading towards Kleiner Manor.

Kleiner Estate is quite famous in Margrave.

In the darkness, a light rain pattered against the windshield, and two headlights traversed the secluded, muddy road. Matthew, in the driver's seat, wore a bullet casing necklace that swayed slightly, gleaming with a cold, brass-colored light.

...............

Police station.

It was late at night, and the police station was dimly lit, except for the detective's office, which was still brightly lit, with rain wetting the windowsill.

The Black police officer sitting behind his desk was slightly overweight and short, dressed in a sharp suit, wearing a tie and glasses.

The composed Black police officer was reviewing documents under the light of a desk lamp.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside. Without knocking, a slender policewoman with delicate features, a blonde ponytail, wearing a shirt and dark police trousers, walked in. She had a simple and capable demeanor.

"Rosco?"

The Black officer looked up at the female officer with a hint of confusion.

Roseco approached the desk and said somewhat hastily, "Matthew is missing."

"What?" The black police officer jumped up from his seat, even accidentally knocking over a cup of coffee next to him, but he didn't care at all.

“I passed by Matthew’s house earlier, and his lights were off. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. My neighbor Mark said he saw him leave at six o’clock.”

"It's already ten o'clock." The black police officer glanced at the time on his wristwatch and immediately realized something was wrong.

"Yes, Matthew has always lived a very regular life, just like Sheriff Daniel. He definitely wouldn't be out at this time."

Although Roseco had only been with the police force for less than two years, she had the best relationship with Sheriff Daniel. Because she had been mentored by Daniel since she joined, she knew Daniel and Matthew, the adoptive father and son, very well, including their daily routines.

She was one of the least likely to believe the police department's explanation for her death a month ago.

She understood that Daniel was a veteran, a man who had been through countless battles, and that a few drug dealers could not possibly kill him.

So she and Inspector Finley, who had also recently joined the force, had been secretly investigating the matter, while Roseco had been patrolling in a police car on Matthew's side for the past month.

But unexpectedly, Matthew has disappeared today.

"Damn it, Daniel really is involved in some incident. I didn't expect Matthew to be involved too... Could it be that Matthew has some important information?" Finley frowned.

"Whether Matthew was kidnapped or he found something to hide from, we must find him immediately and protect him."

After quickly and calmly thinking it over, Finley looked at Roseco in front of him and said, "Roseco, we can't use anyone else from the police station to find Matthew."

You mean?

Roseco frowned; the meaning behind her words was self-evident.

"Call the big guy, we don't have much time left."

After saying that, Finley immediately picked up the coat from the hanger next to him, put it on, and quickly left the police station with Roseco.

...............

Kleiner Estate.

It is the most luxurious residence in Margrave, a typical wealthy manor, whose extravagance and grandeur are immediately apparent.

The manor's gate is a tall wrought iron gate, carved with exquisite patterns, which looks both sturdy and delicate. Two thick stone pillars stand on either side of the gate.

Ivy twines around the stone pillars, giving them a vibrant appearance, and a long driveway is lined with neatly trimmed shrubs on both sides.

The main building of the estate is a huge white villa, three stories high, with white marble exterior walls that make it particularly dazzling.

Kleiner, the owner of the manor, was a middle-aged man.

Wearing glasses, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and slightly graying hair, dressed in custom-made pajamas, he sat on the sofa in the luxurious living room, holding a wine glass and gently swirling the wine inside, seemingly waiting for something.

He was surrounded by a group of burly, silent men.

Not only here, but throughout the entire estate, dozens of armed security personnel are deployed; these are his private armed forces.

Kleiner waited for news, but as time passed, there was still no word from Downton, who had gone to capture Daniel's kid, which made him feel uneasy.

Meanwhile, outside the manor gate, the guards saw the headlights of a car coming from the road in the distance and immediately focused their attention on it.

The car stopped in front of the gate. There were two large lights in front of the iron gate, illuminating the familiar car, but why was there only one?

The guards were still puzzled.

The car door opened, and a stranger stepped out. He was very young. The guard was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted. He was about to draw his gun when he was already a step too late.

A dazzling golden light flashed, and the person transformed into a golden beam of light that streaked across the night sky, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.

The right foot, glowing with golden light, lashed out with explosive power, striking the necks of the guards and sending them flying.

Blood splattered, even smashing the iron gate in front of them and throwing it dozens of meters inward. The iron gate crashed to the ground with a loud "boom".

Several guards died on the spot. Matthew, standing still, looked at the mansion in the distance that had been disturbed. Matthew once again transformed into a beam of light and headed straight for the mansion. The long beam of light he left along the way split the muddy ground and the rain curtain in two.

The gunmen who had just stepped out of the mansion to see what was going on hadn't even gotten a clear look at what it was when their vision was filled with a golden foot that kept getting bigger.

Chapter Four: The Tycoon? All Are Equal Before Death (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)

Finally, with a sharp pain, he lost consciousness completely. He was sent flying like a cannonball, along with several gunmen behind him, crashing into the living room inside the mansion.

Bang!

Several gunmen slammed into the living room wall, embedding themselves deeply, and dust and shockwaves swept through the entire living room.

Kleiner, who was sitting on the living room sofa, was unaware of what was happening. He glanced subconsciously at the dust at the far end of the living room, then turned to look at the door. His pupils dilated slightly as he witnessed the most unbelievable scene of his life.

The boy, dressed in a dark green air force jacket and jeans, with a bullet necklace around his neck, walked in with a relaxed gait.

Upon seeing the boy, the private mercenary squad leader instinctively roared, "Fire!!"

The captain pulled the trigger first, and the other gunmen followed suit. In an instant, flames erupted from the muzzles, and a barrage of bullets rained down like raindrops.

But the bullets passed right through the boy, as if they were hitting thin air, and the places where the bullets passed through glowed with a golden light.

The scene was extremely horrifying. Not only Kleiner, but all the other gunmen who kept firing stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror.

"How is this possible?"

Kleiner jumped up from the sofa, his face filled with disbelief.

Over the years, he had seen all sorts of scenes, but Matthew's appearance tonight still overturned his understanding.

It's unbelievable that someone could ignore bullets, especially someone he'd practically watched grow up.

"Kleiner~"

Matthew's eyes flashed with a dazzling cold light as he looked at Kleiner in front of the sofa in the distance. Letting the bullet pass through his body, he raised his right hand.

A golden light emanated from his palm, its shimmering glow containing incredible energy.

The next moment, under everyone's tense gaze, the ball of energy transformed into dozens of rays of light that shot out in all directions.

The speed was so fast that those present couldn't react at all.