Mysteries On Marvel

"Damn it!"

Before Eren could explain himself, Sloan's bullet was already flying toward him.

Left with no choice, Eren swiftly dodged behind a brick column, using it to block the incoming shot.

Meanwhile, Cross took advantage of Sloan's momentary distraction. With a quick maneuver, he dodged the bullets and leapt down to the first floor of the factory.

Realizing this, Sloan shifted his focus entirely onto Eren, who remained concealed behind the column.

"You think that column will protect you?" Sloan sneered, preparing to fire again.

But before he could act, a barrage of seven or eight high-explosive grenades rained down toward him, as if scattered like flower petals.

"F**k!"

The sight of so many grenades descending upon him caused Sloan's expression to twist in fear.

Even with the powers granted by the demon, Sloan was not immortal. He remained vulnerable to bullets, and such a dense cluster of grenades would reduce him to nothing but ash.

With a forceful kick off the wall behind him, Sloan propelled himself toward the staircase leading to the first floor.

"Perfect timing," Cross muttered, seizing the moment as Sloan hung mid-air.

He raised his gun and fired three bullets in quick succession, each aimed at vital points—the head, the heart, and the torso.

"Damn it…"

Sloan's instincts screamed danger as he caught sight of Cross, but suspended in mid-air, he had no way to maneuver.

Bang! Bang!

He managed to shoot down two bullets, but the third pierced his abdomen, tearing through his kidney.

"F**k…"

Before he could curse further, the deafening explosion of the grenades rocked the entire factory.

Caught in mid-air, Sloan was blasted away by the devastating shockwave created by the grenades.

The explosions shook the factory to its core, collapsing part of its aged walls.

"Ugh!"

Sloan was hurled back over a dozen meters by the shockwave, coughing up dark red blood.

His condition was pitiful.

Not only had the blast ravaged his internal organs, but his unlucky landing had caused him to impale his leg on a butcher's blade. The sharp steel sliced through most of his thigh, leaving his leg barely functional.

Even so, Sloan's fate was better than Cross's. The assassin had been engulfed in the flames and crushed beneath the rubble caused by the collapsing walls.

At the same time, the chaos in the factory had triggered a flood of emergency calls to the NYPD.

Terrified residents, shocked by the deafening explosions and relentless gunfire, berated police operators with furious exclamations.

"Is this still New York, or have we suddenly moved to a war zone in the Middle East?"

"What the hell are you doing? Protecting taxpayers, my ass! You're wasting our money!"

At NYPD headquarters, the police chief's face had turned a deep shade of crimson.

This incident was a massive failure, and he knew his position was at risk if he couldn't contain it.

Determined to save his career, the chief mobilized every available officer from dozens of precincts.

"All units, listen up!"

"There is an intense conflict at the Brooklyn textile factory. Mobilize immediately and secure the area!"

Among the responding officers was George, who had received an early warning from Gwen. Leading a convoy of police cars, George floored the gas pedal, racing toward the scene.

As engines roared, George's mind raced with worry.

"Gwen… please be safe!"

In the factory, Eren observed Sloan through the wall using his enhanced vision.

Sloan's aura was no longer the blindingly powerful force it had been when Eren had first glimpsed him in the study. It had dimmed significantly, though it still lingered.

His injured leg, however, was clear evidence that Sloan's mobility was severely compromised.

"Still alive, huh?" Eren mused.

"But with that leg, he's just a sitting duck."

Eren began retrieving every grenade he had hidden on his person.

These grenades, sourced from Mr. X's private armory, had already proven invaluable. But after this encounter, his once-abundant stockpile was nearly depleted.

"Damn, they're almost all gone," Eren muttered.

High-explosive grenades were quickly becoming his most-used resource, proving effective against both humanoid and monstrous threats.

Recalling how these grenades had taken down the human-faced spider and other adversaries, Eren resolved to restock as soon as this ordeal was over.

Using his enhanced sight, Eren confirmed Sloan's position.

With both hands moving in a blur, he lobbed nearly ten grenades toward Sloan's hiding spot, each grenade arcing through the air like a perfectly choreographed performance.

For added insurance, Eren simultaneously drew his handgun and fired relentlessly, raining bullets toward Sloan's position.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hearing the grenades whistling through the air, Sloan instinctively ducked further into cover, forced to abandon any plans of counterattack.

Seething with rage, his face twisted in a mask of murderous intent as he growled through clenched teeth, "You bastard… I'll tear you apart piece by piece."

But before Sloan could act, the air was filled with a deafening roar.

(End of Chapter)

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