Marvel: The Villain-Chapter 266 Anywhere

The tenants of the SHIELD apartments were about ready to riot.

Since Captain America moved in, they hadn't known a single day of peace. Every three to five days, a fighter jet would park on the lawn downstairs, the massive roar of the engines jolting everyone from their sleep. With a few grumbled curses, an agent stepped onto his balcony to look down, only to see the Captain boarding the plane and departing in a flash.

"What is it this time?" The agent muttered to himself, watching the jet vanish into the night.

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Alex was sprawled in a chair, looking like a corpse. His expression—a mix of satisfaction and agony—was the exact look of someone who had just staggered out of an all-you-can-eat buffet.

He was the only person left in the massive hall. The blood on the floor had pooled into a lake deep enough to submerge a person's ankles.

"I'm stuffed..."

After resting for a long time, those were the only words he managed to gasp out. He had originally intended to devour all thousand-plus people, but after consuming about seventy, he felt a distinct sense of fullness. It was like a starving man thinking he could eat an entire cow, only to find himself bloated after two hooves. Driven by a principle of not wasting, he had pushed himself until he hit a hundred-kill milestone. After finishing off the rest, he had simply collapsed into the chair, rubbing his stomach and playing dead until now.

ROAR!!!

The thunder of engines came from outside, making the museum glass rattle in its frames.

"Decent response time," Alex mocked from his chair. "Not too slow."

A group of people flooded into the hall, surrounding Alex in a tight perimeter. Standing at the center was his old nemesis, Steve Rogers.

"Hi," Alex said, cracking an eyelid and offering a grin.

The scene was stomach-turning. Steve waded through the bloody slush, his face terrifyingly grim. Behind him, several agents looked ready to vomit.

"You've recovered well. Taking a hit from the Boss and you're all healed up in just a few days," Alex noted casually, seemingly immune to the pungent stench of iron in the air.

Steve stared at him coldly, trying to see through him. He couldn't fathom what kind of person could commit such an atrocity and then sit there making small talk. Perhaps he wasn't a man anymore, but a beast wearing human skin.

"You die today!" Steve didn't care about the mission anymore; he had to eliminate this monster.

Alex scoffed. "Big talk again. Do you really think I'd sit here and wait for you if I wasn't absolutely certain of the outcome?"

"Jason is here too?"

"You are underestimating me? Today, it's just me."

Steve looked at the sea of corpses. He surmised that Alex had devoured plenty of people over the last few days, causing his strength to skyrocket—hence his confidence in this solo encounter. Even so, Steve felt no fear. A man willing to sacrifice his life would never yield to violence.

"Captain, stall him for ten minutes. The Iron Legion is almost here," An agent whispered into Steve's ear.

As luck would have it, a massive terror attack had hit a neighboring city tonight, and New York's Iron Legion had been diverted.

"I understand," Steve nodded, locking his shield onto his arm.

Seeing this, Alex leapt from his chair. The flesh on his hands writhed, hardening into a pair of Hammerfists. Seeing Steve's confused expression, Alex felt a surge of pride. Without explaining, he charged.

BOOM!

Shield met fist. Steve felt a dull ache in his shoulder and immediately used both arms to brace. In just over ten days, Alex's strength had evolved exponentially; he was nothing like the man from their last encounter. In terms of pure raw power, he had significantly surpassed him.

Surprise aside, Steve's resolve only hardened. If the monster could undergo such a upgrade in two weeks, allowing him to escape and hide for another year would make him truly unstoppable.

The two traded blows, a blur of kicks and strikes. The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing against flesh-and-bone-iron echoed through the museum. The surrounding agents were spellbound, watching the fight more visceral than any action movie.

Steve had the peak human physique and decades of combat experience, plus an indestructible vibranium shield. Alex had superior strength, speed, and agility, though his technique was still raw. After several minutes, they were roughly at a stalemate, but it was clear to any observer that Steve was falling behind. His breathing was becoming ragged and forced, while Alex looked like he was just warming up.

Suddenly, a voice crackled in Alex's hidden earpiece. It was Harley.

"Alex! Where the hell are you in the middle of the night?" Alex had no time to answer. Harley continued, "A large squad of Iron Soldiers is flying into New York. Wherever you are, pull back now!"

Son of a bitch, he called for backup!

Alex glared at Steve, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain. Although he hated the Captain, he had respected him as an opponent. Hearing Harley's news, that respect vanished.

With a charged heavy punch, he slammed into the shield, forcing Steve to skid back over a dozen meters. The flesh on Alex's hands shifted again, switching to Claws Form.

"Fucker! You actually called for help!"

Steve and the agents felt their hearts sink. How did this monster know? Right—he's Jason's man. The Joker's intel network is as good as SHIELD's.

"Are you afraid?" Steve tightened his grip on the shield.

Alex cold-snorted. "Provocation doesn't work on me. I just didn't expect the legendary Captain America to be this kind of person."

Steve didn't rise to the bait. "It doesn't matter who I am, and it doesn't matter what you think of me. All that matters is catching you tonight!"

"Catch me? Since you aren't interested in a fair fight, I'm done playing. I've lost all interest in you. I swear, I'm going to enjoy torturing you in the days to come."

"I told you—you aren't getting away today!" Steve raised his hand, and the agents collectively hoisted their handheld laser cannons. "Remember these? Agent Coulson used one to nearly kill you."

Alex froze. Those things packed a punch. If he took a direct hit from several at once, he might actually go down for good. No wonder Steve was so confident; he had a hidden trump card.

"You think these trash heaps can keep me here?"

Alex slammed his claws deep into the floor. In the next instant, hundreds of ground spikes erupted from the earth. The sudden strike gave the dozen agents no time to react; they were skewered instantly by the dense forest of blades.

"This..."

Steve stood frozen, utterly stunned.

Alex stood up with a cold laugh. "Now... Can you still keep me here?"

"AAAAHHH!"

Veins bulging in his neck, Steve hurled his shield with all his might. Alex stepped aside, let out a mocking chuckle, smashed through a wall, and vanished.

Steve didn't even stop to pick up his shield. He sprinted through the breach into the night. But outside was pitch black, and there was no sign of Alex anywhere.

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