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Chapter 142: Brainwashing

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Carol watched Alex and said firmly, "Stop this now before it's too late!"

"Go back?!" Alex almost laughed angrily. His ties to the world, especially after suffering such personal losses, were tenuous at best.

Why would he turn back now? He preferred keeping a low profile, letting them deal with their own mess—but not this time. But why did they have to bring this fight to him? Now he had it. No more holding back.

Carol, with a dignified stature, rushed swiftly towards Alex, aiming straight for the President of the United States.

"You've got nothing to do with this. Get out of here while you can!" Alex impatiently fired a shot at Carol, slamming her forcefully into the ground.

Carol, undeterred, refused to let go of the issue, standing up stubbornly despite the blood on her mouth.

Alex, unrelenting, didn't let emotions get in the way as he struck again.

"Carol, stop! This isn't our fight!" Abigail rushed to hold Carol back, urging her to reconsider.

Originally, they weren't supposed to intervene, especially without the backing of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Crack."

After a sudden click and bang, Alex swiftly snapped the president's neck, casually tossing the body aside.

Carol's face drained of color as she confronted Alex, "Now that the president's dead, what next?"

Charles sighed helplessly, "Looks like we have no choice but to continue killing."

The other members of their group paled at Charles's words. "He just killed the president! Are we really going to endorse this?"

Some reluctantly nodded, realizing the grim future that awaited Mutants. Killing the president meant inevitable retribution. Could they afford not to act?

Carol glared at Alex with disdain.

Alex frowned, displeased with Carol's gaze. Suddenly, he recalled an ability he had acquired from Jensen—a power over minds.

With a hint of a sneer, he unleashed a powerful mental force into Carol's mind, delving into her memories. In an instant, he manipulated twenty-five years of Carol's life into a fictional narrative, erasing her real memories effortlessly.

Carol writhed in pain as her memories were forcibly rewritten, her mind subjected to Alex's invasive power.

As Alex's psychic assault ended, Charles shook his head in dismay. He understood Alex's rage but dreaded the consequences. He couldn't afford to provoke Alex further, even if it meant opposing everyone else.

Abigail, witnessing Carol collapse unconscious, demanded sharply, "What did you do to Carol?"

"You dare to challenge me?" Alex glared at Abigail, a mere Mutant with modest abilities. Who gave her the audacity to confront him like this?

Now that he was up against the government, S.H.I.E.L.D., there was no goodwill left...

When he thought of dismantling S.H.I.E.L.D., Alex's mind turned to one man in particular.

Nick Fury, the sinister figure with direct ties to Stryker.

Not only did he resurrect the Sentinel program, but he also delved into events from years past.

Did he really think Alex wouldn't find out?

The scheme had Fury's fingerprints all over it.

With murderous intent burning in his eyes, Alex regarded Abigail angrily, dismissing Carol as no threat.

"Well..." When Abigail remained silent, Alex Smirked coldly and reached out, effortlessly snatching Carol from her grip.

A mere puppet, easily brainwashed. She could be considered on their side from now onwards. With Carol's abilities, it wouldn't be long before she woke up, as expected.

"Let he go!" Abigail shouted immediately.

In a flash, Alex turned his gaze to Abigail, his eyes glowing a fierce red. Before she could react, a beam of intense heat shot from his eyes, striking her directly. Abigail crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Without a second thought, Alex grabbed Carol and tossed her to Charles, then teleported away in a blur.

Charles looked down at the unconscious Carol in his arms, a forced smile tugging at his lips. This was really... something else.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He needed to prepare to return as soon as possible. Perhaps this could be the catalyst for reconciliation between humans and mutants.

After all, it was humans who had to contend with Alex. When Alex directly killed Stryker and wielded the colossal metal sword from New York to decimate half of Washington, if not for Carol's intervention, Washington might have been completely obliterated by now.

Now, with the U.S. President dead and Alex having teleported away, who knew who else might be next?

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 143: The Death of Nick Fury

Alex teleported directly into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, his psychic power spreading out instantly until it located Nick Fury.

The one-eyed man.

With another teleport, Alex materialized in the room where Nick Fury was stationed.

"Nick Fury," Alex's voice was devoid of emotion, cold and direct.

Nick Fury, whether in the Marvel comics or movies, epitomized cunning and intrigue. The cinematic Fury closely mirrored his comic counterpart.

"You're here," Nick Fury sighed, acknowledging the complex interplay of perspectives where neither side could claim absolute moral high ground.

Everything Fury planned and executed was in service of mankind. To the world, he was the paragon of virtue, and Mutants were viewed as the antagonists. Yet, from the Mutants' viewpoint, he was a duplicitous villain.

In reality, notions of justice were merely lofty ideals manipulated by those in power—the winners rewriting history.

Only children could see things in terms of good and evil; adults saw only allies and enemies.

Now, Nick Fury stood as an adversary.

If Alex's powers had been weaker, the narrative might have been different. Nick Fury could have fulfilled his schemes, cementing his legacy as humanity's savior while consigning Alex to the ranks of characters like Apocalypse, reviled by future generations.

But Alex's formidable strength exceeded Fury's calculations, making Fury the underdog in this confrontation.

"Yes, I'm here. Despite being adversaries, I must commend your abilities. You're quite impressive. I had assumed you would target Charles or Eric first, not me," Alex remarked, seated calmly as if discussing trivial matters rather than life-and-death struggles.

"I underestimated you. I thought you were just a Level 4 Mutant, but…" Nick Fury sighed, admitting to his miscalculation.

"I didn't anticipate it either. Otherwise, my recruitment wouldn't have been so straightforward," Alex shook his head. He doubted Nick Fury would have dared to conceive such a plan. Firstly, Alex's powers were enigmatic and rarely displayed publicly since the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962. Moreover, decades had passed, and both Charles and Eric had grown vastly stronger since then.

Secondly, Alex had deliberately maintained a low profile over the years, intervening only to protect Mutants. He even held a nominal advisory role within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Thus, Fury's audacious move caught Alex off guard. Otherwise, how could a Level 4 Mutant breach his defenses and ensnare him in an illusion if Fury hadn't made a strategic error?

It was his oversight that left him vulnerable, caught off guard by an unexpected attack that struck before he could react.

"You rely on surprises to win? It's a shame! We clearly underestimated your strength," Nick Fury remarked with a hint of helplessness, shaking his head.

Alex nodded solemnly. "That's true. If I hadn't underestimated you, I might have ended up in a much worse situation. In the grand scheme, even Nick Fury ranks among those who nearly succeeded in turning the tide. It's a game of close calls."

One had prevailed, the other faltered.

"Face your fate," Alex said, shaking his head. Despite his admiration for Fury's ruthlessness, cunning, and wit, letting him live would only encourage others to test their limits.

Nick Fury chuckled bitterly, a smile devoid of self-respect. Facing death, no one could remain composed.

Trembling, he pressed the gun against his forehead.

But Nick Fury knew today was his end, and he managed a trace of dignity in accepting it.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled the trigger.

Nick Fury collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.

Alex shook his head, a numb sensation settling in his chest.

In his long life, spanning nearly a century, he had developed a detached view of events. Though Nick Fury had plotted against him, Alex had only felt a fleeting anger.

Now, with Nick Fury's demise, even that anger evaporated like mist.

There were still numerous politicians to scrutinize, but they were minor players. Others could handle that. Alex now had more pressing matters at hand.

(End of this chapter)

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