Chapter 59: He's Right There
Late at night, under the dim glow of streetlights.
Jonathan, driving his pickup truck after a delivery, was on a country road with a troubled look on his face.
A lot had happened in the past few days.
His eldest son had unexpectedly lost his powers, and his youngest son had secretly possessed superpowers for so many years. He had left their small town for Gotham to chase after Avery.
However, for the past two or three days, his youngest son had been calling home regularly, which had somewhat eased his and his wife's worries.
"I just heard on the phone that David has found Avery and should be back soon."
Jonathan's worries lessened slightly.
Beep beep beep!
A beat-up blue sedan behind him honked aggressively, forcing Jonathan to yield.
Jonathan frowned and turned the steering wheel to let the car pass. But the driver seemed to be in such a hurry, as if his backside were on fire, and the deafening honking didn't stop.
"Hey, man, what's the rush!"
As the sedan pulled alongside, he rolled down his window and called out in annoyance.
The sedan seemed not to hear him. The driver, a somewhat disheveled middle-aged man in a white lab coat, had the air of a down-on-his-luck scholar. His hands trembled as he spoke excitedly on the phone.
"Richard, I did it, I really did it... Hahaha!"
On the passenger seat, a strangely shaped flower, resembling a sunflower, was sealed in a glass jar.
He spoke on the phone, looking at the jar with an intense gaze, as if it were the greatest scientific discovery of the 21st century.
"Oh, it's you.
What time is it? Hamilton, I was just about to go to bed after dinner. Why are you calling me now?"
The person on the other end of the phone scratched his head, his tone troubled.
"Listen, I succeeded!
No, to be precise, I succeeded halfway, but that's enough to regain my former honors."
Hamilton had once been a rising star in the scientific community. In his youth, he had participated in a national research team studying rocks and soil brought back from the moon by the Apollo mission. The scientific community believed he was destined to be a Nobel Prize contender. Until he published an article.
—On the effect of meteorites on gene evolution and mutation.
With no supporting evidence, it was a wild, far-fetched speculation. The scientific community was in an uproar, believing he had gone mad. From then on, all funding and honors vanished, and he was forced to return to his hometown, hiding in the woods to conduct his research alone.
"I succeeded in using a meteorite to evolve the genes of a local flower called the Devil Flower, which has very strict cultivation requirements and is now extinct. It can now grow even in ordinary soil. You must see it and help me make a public statement."
"Devil Flower, that doesn't sound like a good name." Hamilton eagerly shared his findings, but the voice on the other end of the phone was casual, as if humoring a mentally unstable person.
"That's not important. You know what this represents. I'm about to..."
The excitement surged like a flood to his brain. Hamilton's pupils dilated, his emotions uncontrollable, and he wanted to continue speaking.
On the mountain road ahead, a rock jarringly hit the road. Driving with one hand, he lost his grip on the steering wheel, and the car veered uncontrollably towards the roadside.
"No!"
Facing the embankment by the road, he held his phone, his face filled with panic.
Bang!
Crossing the embankment, the car shot out, spun several times, and crashed upside down onto the ground.
Screech!
With a violent screech of brakes, the pickup truck stopped, illuminating the scene.
"My God."
Seeing the horrific car accident ahead, even though the other driver had been rudely honking at him just moments before, Jonathan felt no schadenfreude. Seeing a life in danger, he quickly got out of his car to help.
He struggled to pull the driver, who was bleeding from his forehead and unconscious, out of the overturned cabin.
He suddenly noticed a flower pot, shattered, lying near his feet. The flower was as large as a silver plate, like a yellow moon, emitting a faint green fluorescence.
He smelled a peculiar fragrance, and a strange heat spread through his body, but he paid it no mind.
After dragging the person far from the car, which had begun to catch fire, to the roadside, Jonathan caught his breath and quickly dialed 911.
...
In a dimly lit room with heavy curtains.
On a soft, expensive bed.
Avery, his chiseled torso bare, was nestled beside two mature models whose faces were flushed. They occasionally fed him fruit like maids while he enthusiastically played a video game on a newly installed projection screen.
The little figures on the screen were mowing down enemies with machine guns.
The thrill of the game excited him.
Everything was going according to plan. He had come to Gotham and, with the god-like power bestowed by lightning, had easily subdued one of Gotham's most powerful gangs, enjoying a life of luxury he had only dreamed of before.
"But it's not enough."
He furiously mashed the buttons, a burning fire surging in his eyes.
The fact that the meteorite was his weakness, if not resolved, would weigh on his chest like a stone every single day, preventing him from being truly unrestrained.
"Falcone's funds and manpower have been gathered."
Once he obtained all the meteorites from the townspeople, by any means necessary, and then turned the town upside down, destroying all meteorites underground, nothing on this planet would be able to stop him.
He wouldn't have to hide himself anymore. The entire world would be his playground, and he would become the king of the world.
"Then, I can do whatever I want."
The figures on the screen were shooting wildly. Avery's expression was a mixture of excitement and a ferocious cruelty, like a tyrannical dictator on the verge of controlling a country, making the two models beside him a little scared.
Bang!
The glass window shattered with a roar, and a figure with bat-like wings spread behind him cast a large shadow as he fiercely flew into the room.
...
"Who?"
"There's an assassin, protect the boss!"
The sudden attack threw the people in the room into chaos. They pulled out their guns and aimed at the intruder.
From outside the manor, looking at the glowing window in one of the several castles tens of meters away, through the gaps in the curtains, it seemed like a few people who were not ordinary thugs were secretly discussing something.
Too lazy to waste any more time with those gangsters and hounds, David simply unleashed powerful kinetic energy from his feet, his body like a cannonball crossing seventy to eighty meters and breaking into the room.
"Are you Carmine Falcone?"
With glass shards flying and screams of terror from the crowd, David's gaze locked onto Falcone, who was being protected by the others.
"This is the fifth floor, how did he get up here?"
Seeing David in a suit with no climbing gear, several people exclaimed in surprise.
"Shoot, shoot, kill him!"
Hearing the commotion inside, the guards outside the door, holding submachine guns, rushed in swiftly. Along with the others in the room, they aimed at the only stranger and opened fire.
Rat-tat-tat!
The sound of a typewriter echoed within the room.
The submachine gun bullets struck David in succession, but they didn't even break his clothes, instantly losing all kinetic energy and falling away. Seeing Falcone being shielded by a few people and fleeing towards the door, He casually flipped over the mahogany desk by the window.
The wooden desk, weighing over a hundred pounds, spun through the air, crossing six to seven meters and crushing the two men at the door who were holding submachine guns, blocking their escape.
Everyone looked shocked, and Falcone's expression faltered.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
David looked at him coldly, as if they were not on the same level of existence, like an elephant facing an ant, exuding an oppressive aura that made it suffocating.
"Enough, you fools, stop shooting."
Seeing that David was unharmed by the bullets, Falcone, shocked, feigned anger and shouted. He lowered his head slightly towards David, his hand stroking his chest, a respectful smile on his face.
"Sir, I am Falcone. How may I be of service to you?"
He didn't act like a mob boss facing someone who had suddenly broken into his home and killed his subordinates. Instead, he acted like a humble broker facing a distinguished client, showing utmost courtesy.
"A rather unusual fellow came to see you, didn't he?"
David raised an eyebrow.
"Where is he?"
"Of course, he's right..."
When Falcone saw David, he felt he had found out what that kid named Avery was worried about.
Thinking about it, in just a few days, two powerful monsters who were not afraid of bullets had broken into his manor. Could there be no connection between them?
Perhaps this was his chance to escape the threat and control of that kid.
As Falcone, his heart burning with anticipation, was about to finish speaking, a roar echoed from outside the broken window where the night wind was howling in!
In another castle, flames erupted from a room.
A figure with bat-like wings glided down, looking somewhat disheveled.
"He... he's in that room."
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