·"Weren't you two looking for ?"
"What's wrong—don't recognize anymore?"
Alex's voice rang out, laced with a cold, mocking edge as he stood behind the two n in the hospital lobby.
His eyes locked on the man with the Mohawk and his partner in black casualwear.
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"You idiots—it's him!"
A sharp voice crackled through their earpieces—Hawkeye, sounding suddenly serious for once.
"That's your target. That's him!"
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Both n stiffened.
They glanced at each other in disbelief, then slowly turned to face Alex again—this ti, with entirely different expressions.
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So this was the guy…
No wonder Skullface's whole operation had collapsed in Fountain Plaza.
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"Well well, Jazz," the man in black grinned.
"Looks like we won't be bored today, huh?"
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"Damn right, Polka Dot," the Mohawk grinned back, cracking his neck dramatically.
"It's been a while since we t soone interesting. Let's see if he's as good as they say."
He popped his knuckles, itching for action.
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"Just hope he puts up a fight and doesn't drop in one hit—"
But before he could finish the sentence, his throat was suddenly clamped in an iron grip.
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So was Jazz's.
One in each hand, Alex held the two so-called mutants up like rag dolls, expressionless, unmoved.
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"Grrkh—!"
"Mmph—!"
The two n imdiately began to struggle, their faces turning red, air cut off, nerves flaring in panic.
They squird with all their strength, trying to break free—
But Alex's hands didn't budge.
His grip felt like forged steel, completely unshakable.
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"W-What the hell!?"
Both of them were stunned.
They hadn't even seen him move.
And now they were trapped.
His strength was beyond anything they expected.
Even Hawkeye's warning hadn't done justice to the power they were facing.
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BOOM!
With a burst of sonic energy, Alex vanished—taking both n with him.
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Back in the hospital lobby…
So bystanders stirred, glancing around in confusion.
"Wasn't there soone standing over there a second ago?"
"Where'd they go?"
So swore they felt a sudden gust of wind—like sothing just ripped through the air.
But when they turned to look, the space was empty.
They must've imagined it.
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BOOM!
A second sonic boom echoed—this ti, in a deserted alleyway near the hospital.
Alex appeared, still gripping both Jazz and Polka Dot like they were nothing more than sacks of at.
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The hospital was the wrong place for this kind of conversation.
Not with Liz still undergoing surgery inside.
He wasn't Erik. He didn't do flashy for no reason.
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Alex's gaze turned icy.
"Hawkeye. Who is he? Who are you?"
"I'll only ask once."
His voice was low and lethal, his grip tightening.
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"How do you… know Hawkeye?"
Jazz choked out, eyes wide.
He hadn't even ntioned the na—so how did this guy know?
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What Jazz didn't realize was that Alex had been listening the entire ti with his superhuman hearing, catching every word of their earlier conversation.
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Ten miles away…
Hawkeye suddenly shivered.
A chill ran down his spine.
"No way... Did I get exposed?"
He had been monitoring Alex nonstop from a distance using his hawk-like perception. From a technical standpoint, he hadn't made a single mistake.
So how the hell did this guy already know about him?
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Back in the alley, Polka Dot let out a guttural laugh.
"Heh… hehehe! You really think… you've got us figured out?"
"You're underestimating us!"
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Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide—and spat out a mouthful of foul-slling, dark green liquid straight at Alex.
The fluid hissed as it flew, reeking like acid and death.
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Alex instinctively flung Jazz aside and raised his arm to shield his face.
SPLAT!
The acid splattered across his forearm and cheek.
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"Ha! You're done for now!"
Jazz coughed from the ground, laughing triumphantly.
"Polka Dot's spit can lt steel! You're dead, freak!"
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But then... nothing happened.
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Alex casually shook off the goop, wiping the sludge off his face with a look of disgust.
"Goddamn that's disgusting."
That was it.
No burns. No blisters. No smoke. Not even a reddened patch of skin.
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"What...?"
"Not even a scratch?"
Jazz's grin died on his face.
Even Polka Dot, still in Alex's grip, looked stunned.
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They knew this guy was tough. The intel from Katz said he could survive Gatling fire and even rocket blasts.
But this?
This was acid.
Even tanks had weak points to corrosion.
And yet… Alex shrugged it off like tap water.
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What kind of body was this?!
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SPLASH!
Suddenly, Alex clenched his fist, ready to end Polka Dot right then and there.
But just as he squeezed—more of that disgusting green goo burst from Polka Dot's skin, making his neck slick and slimy.
He slipped free, tumbling to the ground.
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"Cough, cough!"
Polka Dot rubbed his sore neck, eyeing Alex with fear.
"That was close… One more second and you would've snapped my neck!"
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Zzzzap!
Alex didn't waste ti with cobacks.
His eyes lit up again—
And fired twin beams of heat vision straight at the target.
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