บท 531: IMUC Chapter 527 Finger Knife

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''Inside the Bar.''

Caesar and Erik were standing less than a meter apart, staring each other down. Under Erik's magnetic control, several screws floated in the air, ready to be fired like bullets at any moment.

Caesar appeared completely unaware of the impending danger, maintaining a calm smile, seemingly oblivious to the fact that death was already gripping his throat.

Erik's intent to kill had reached its peak. With a slight movement of his fingers, he was about to command the screws to teach Caesar a lesson. But just at that critical moment, a hand suddenly clapped down on his shoulder from behind.

''So fast!''

Erik was startled. He hadn't noticed at all that a tall man was already standing behind him.

The tall man was dressed in a formal suit, wearing leather gloves and a mask that covered most of his face, with his entire body tightly concealed, not revealing an inch of skin. In the dim, moody lighting of the bar, a pair of beast-like eyes stared at him intently.

"Don't take action against him; it's for your own good... comrade," The Red Devil, Azazel, leaned down and whispered hoarsely in Erik's ear.

"Who are you?" Erik narrowed his eyes, moving his fingers slightly, causing the screws to shift their aim toward Azazel's head.

Azazel proudly responded, "I am a servant of the Supreme Master, the Red Devil, Azazel."

Caesar, watching from the side, couldn't help but think, 'What the heck is this guy?'

Erik was clearly taken aback as well, remaining silent and deep in thought.

"Have you ever seen a finger knife?" Azazel asked, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Erik raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Finger knife?"

"Yes, a single finger can serve as a knife, standing undefeated, immovable..." Azazel began to explain, but before he could continue, Caesar suddenly got up from his seat, grabbed something behind Azazel, and in front of the bewildered onlookers, dragged the taller Azazel out of the bar.

"Until we meet again," Caesar said, not looking back, waving his hand as he dragged Azazel by his tail out the bar door.

"Two weirdos," Erik scoffed, lowering his hand. The screws, once suspended in mid-air, dropped to the ground, now under the control of gravity once more.

But Caesar's guess was correct— Erik's hands were stained with the scent of blood, and he was indeed filled with a vengeful aura. Tonight, he was going to kill.

And it would be a massacre.

"Check, please!" Erik called out, tossing a small tooth-sized gold nugget onto the table before quickly leaving the bar with his backpack.

The bartender, eyeing the small gold nugget on the table, nervously shrank his neck, muttering to himself, "Really... three weirdos."

''Later that night.''

Moonlight bathed the American coastline, where a large, luxurious white yacht was anchored.

The inner members of the Hellfire Club— Shaw, Emma, and Janos (Riptide)— stood on the yacht's open upper deck, watching as Colonel Hendry slowly ascended the gangway.

"Dear Colonel, welcome to our fold. I believe we still have much to collaborate on," Shaw said with a smile, walking amiably towards Colonel Hendry.

Colonel Hendry's face was grim as he reached the top deck. When he got close to Shaw, he suddenly pulled out a high-explosive grenade from his pocket, gripping the pin with his other hand.

"Give me the money! One million dollars, and I will leave America for good! That's my only demand, or I will detonate this grenade!"

"Colonel, you've chosen the worst possible path," Shaw replied.

Shaw's smile vanished. He showed no fear of the grenade and instead took a step forward, taunting, "Go ahead, pull it. I don't mind."

Colonel Hendry's hand trembled slightly as he realized he was threatening a group of lunatics who were intent on starting a war, and worse, mutants with unknown abilities.

"If you won't pull it, then I will."

Shaw smiled as he took the grenade from Colonel Hendry's hand and, right in front of him, pulled the pin.

The grenade immediately exploded into a shockwave and blast, but in that split second before it could do any damage, Shaw clapped his hands together. Remarkably, he contained the explosion within a tiny area, absorbing all the destructive energy.

Colonel Hendry, seeing his last desperate gamble effortlessly neutralized, stood frozen with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

"Here, take it back."

Shaw extended two fingers, lightly touching Colonel Hendry's shoulder. A brilliant flash of energy surged through, and before Colonel Hendry could say a word, his entire body disintegrated into ashes, scattering into the sea.

The White Queen, Emma Frost, and Riptide, Janos, had been silently watching the entire time, treating Colonel Hendry like a clown. After all, Shaw, as the true leader of the Hellfire Club, was the strongest mutant among them.

Shaw's mutant ability allowed him to absorb the energy of any physical contact and convert it for his own use. He could enhance his strength, speed, and endurance or redirect the absorbed energy back as an attack.

This ability made him the ultimate counter to conventional weapons.

"Impressive," Emma stood up, clapping her hands. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she blurted out, "Someone's coming!"

As if to confirm her warning, Erik, now dressed in a wetsuit, climbed over the yacht's railing from the shadows below and stepped onto the upper deck, glaring coldly at Shaw.

"It's you." Shaw's face showed a hint of surprise. He remembered Erik well— one of the mutants he had once nurtured and experimented on, especially one with such extraordinary abilities.

"Yes, it's me," Erik replied with a cold smile.

"Watch out, he's here to kill you!" Emma's face twisted in alarm as she quickly transformed into her diamond form, placing herself between Shaw and Erik.

As she did so, several daggers hurtled toward Shaw but clanged harmlessly against Emma's diamond body.

Foiled in his first attempt, Erik raised his left hand, ready to control the daggers again. But Emma was faster, launching a powerful psychic wave to attack his mind.

"Aaahhhh!"

Erik clutched his head, letting out a low, agonized roar.

"Go!" Janos (Riptide) spun his fingers, creating a powerful whirlwind that blasted the defenseless Erik off the yacht and into the nearby sea.

Shaw watched the now-calm sea surface and ordered, "Let's get out of here, quickly."

"Yes." Emma nodded in agreement. But just then, bright lights like pillars shone from several hundred meters away, illuminating the luxury yacht.

Looking toward the illuminated sea, Shaw saw several U.S. Navy ships approaching, forming a blockade.

"They have a mutant among them, tracking us telepathically," Emma, having returned to her human form, quickly shifted back to her diamond state.

"Run!" Even Shaw couldn't remain calm any longer as he rushed toward the yacht's lower decks.

On the deck of one of the U.S. Navy ships:

"Someone with a power similar to mine is blocking my telepathy!" Charles said urgently, pressing his fingers to his temples. He turned to Commander Jenkins beside him, "I can't help anymore. You're on your own now!"

On the sea next to the luxury yacht:

"You're not getting away!"

Erik's head emerged from the water, his face twisted in rage. Raising his left hand high, magnetic energy surged through his body, and the yacht's anchor chain rose from the seabed, violently crashing down toward the luxury yacht.

(End of Chapter)

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