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In New York, at a bar under Shasha's jurisdiction.
"Hey, Morrison, let's call it an early night today?" Two security guards were chatting casually in the lounge.
The tall and lean young man named Morrison scoffed at the suggestion. "Come on, Jimmy, be careful not to let the boss catch you leaving early."
"What’s there to worry about? No one dares to cause trouble here anyway. If someone did, we wouldn't have had two whole months of peace and quiet," Jimmy replied dismissively, clearly bored with the monotony of their job.
Just as Morrison was about to retort, a wild figure with disheveled hair resembling a beast strode through the bar's entrance, flanked by several oddly dressed subordinates.
A security guard at the door attempted to intervene but was knocked aside by the beast-like man.
Morrison and Jimmy exchanged glances, both surprised to find that their idle chatter had become a grim reality—someone had indeed come to stir up trouble.
Over a dozen security guards rushed forward to surround the intruder, while the head of security stepped up to negotiate.
‘Bang!’
In an instant, the beastly man grabbed the head of security and slammed him to the ground. As the other guards stood frozen in shock, he pounced like a tiger among sheep, his claws mercilessly claiming life after life.
Among those victims were Jimmy and his friend Morrison, who had been contemplating leaving early.
As for the patrons, they had already screamed and fled, leaving the once-bustling bar in eerie silence.
A drop of blood dripped from the beast man's claws onto the face of the head of security, who looked around in horror at the scene now littered with bodies. Fear and rage coalesced into a desperate scream.
Such scenes had played out repeatedly in Shasha's establishment. Caught unprepared, Shasha faced devastating losses—not just financially; if he couldn't resolve the slaughter of his men like cattle, his hard-won power would undoubtedly collapse.
He dispatched Luke, Target Eye, and Frank to contain the situation before it worsened. After questioning several subordinates who seemed to have been intentionally spared, he learned with a dark expression about the identity of the attacker.
Brotherhood of Mutants!
He never expected these guys would strike with such ferocity.
For someone like Shasha, who had never been targeted so directly before, this was not just a slap in the face; it was a declaration of war!
The sirens of New York blared incessantly, as violent brawls and murders unfolded one after another. Many claimed to have seen the killers exhibiting unbelievable abilities, and the answers were becoming clear.
With a loud bang, Nick slammed his hand on the desk, sending a vase crashing to the floor in pieces. Usually stoic, his face was now dark with anger. "What are those mutants up to? Do they want to provoke a war against humanity?"
"Hill" pondered for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "It could be a personal vendetta."
"I don't care if it's a personal grudge or something else; New York is not a place for them to do as they please!" Nick replied coldly. "Send Barton, Natasha, Peter, and all other agents who aren't currently occupied out there!"
Nick's furious outburst prompted S.H.I.E.L.D. to join the fray between the two sides.
While mutants often seemed like troublesome characters, only a few possessed truly formidable powers. The vast majority had abilities that were more supportive in nature, and some had no combat capabilities at all.
Thus, aside from Magneto's key subordinates—Saber-Toothed Tiger, Mystique, and Toad—most others posed little threat.
This allowed the Fox Hunting Team and Cobra Unit to delay their opponents' actions to some extent.
Shasha was ready to strike. He never suggested killing more mutants; after all, the conflict between humans and mutants had nothing to do with him.
As such, Liquid Snake transformed into a bloodthirsty demon, relentlessly claiming the lives of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
However, it seemed that this group had coordinated their retreat perfectly, leaving behind only a few stragglers.
When Shasha obliterated the last mutant into a mist of blood, his expression was grim; he felt no joy whatsoever.
These nameless individuals not only failed to provide anything for the Villain Reputation Store but also burdened him with the title of a murderer. The only effect they had was likely to increase his villain Reputation Points.
Looking at the empty street, Shasha sighed. He had been caught off guard by that old man Magneto this time.
"I will not let this go unpunished!" Shasha clenched his fists tightly as he prepared to leave.
Whoosh!
A fierce wind swept in, its sharp, slicing sound cutting through the air like a blade.
Shasha did not turn around; instead, she swiftly grabbed an object, and a mechanical arrow appeared in her hand.
Huo Ran looked back. Five hundred meters away on the rooftop of a building stood a figure holding a bow and arrow.
"Hawkeye!" Her eyes narrowed. Shasha had not expected that even S.H.I.E.L.D. would get involved.
But why were these guys coming after her instead of pursuing the escaped mutants?
Was it because she was easy to bully?
A cold smile crept across Shasha's lips. "It seems that the name Liquid Snake doesn't scare even dogs!"
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