Marvel: The Villain Chapter 310 Stay

Steve was stunned!

He spun around, a pair of massive, black wings erupting from Alex’s back, beating the air with immense power.

"You can fly?" Steve questioned.

"Heh, just a minor ability," Alex responded. With a swift kick in mid-air, he sent Steve tumbling back towards the ground.

Steve landed hard on his back but immediately sprang to his feet, assuming a defensive posture. "You proposed a game. What is it you truly desire?"

Alex, hovering above, let out a smile. "It's merely a game! You have one minute. Best me within this timeframe, and the agent lives. Fail, and she meets a truly wretched end. What do you say? A fun game, isn't it?"

A look of profound disgust marred Steve’s features. "You find gambling with human lives amusing?" he bellowed, raising both arms to unleash a dual repulsor blast.

Alex lifted his left arm, his flesh instantly transforming into the shape of a formidable shield.

BOOM!

As the explosion dissipated, Alex remained utterly unharmed. Steve tightened his jaw, recognizing that this adversary was proving increasingly formidable.

Alex smirked, gesturing to the side. "Behold! Our wager has arrived!"

Steve turned his head. Outside the barrier, A-Train stood smirking. At his feet lay Natasha, battered, bleeding, and clinging precariously to life.

A wave of fury surged through Steve, intertwined with deep regret. "You people..." He yearned to scream. But he restrained himself; yelling at them was futile. These madmen seemed impervious to all reason.

"Hahaha..." Alex cackled triumphantly. "It appears you have no alternative but to participate."

Steve’s expression darkened, his mind in turmoil. The Joker Organization had a reputation for utter unreliability. Even if he engaged in this twisted game, how could he be certain Alex would honor the terms?

"When has someone like you ever upheld their promises?" Steve challenged. "If you lose and grow angry, what prevents you from discarding the agreement?"

His thoughts drifted back to a year prior. At that time, they had pledged to spare Peggy and Sharon if he offered no resistance. Yet, their promise was broken...

Hearing Steve's doubt, Alex replied with unblinking confidence. "Previously, the game was solely between us; I dictated the rules. But this time, my associate is observing. I shall not retract my word, lest I become the perpetual mockery of the organization."

Steve’s gaze flickered between them, considering the veracity of Alex's claim. SHIELD intelligence indicated that the Joker Organization was far from unified; internal strife and factionalism were rampant among its high-ranking members. If Alex were to break his word before a peer, it would be an indelible mark of shame that his rivals could exploit. The logic, at the very least, was sound.

Steve abhorred the notion of this game, but with Natasha's life hanging in the balance, he had no other recourse.

"Very well! I accept!"

"Excellent!" Alex beamed, then turned to A-Train. "One minute. Commence the timer!"

A-Train tapped the communication device on his wrist. "Understood. Countdown initiated!"

Both Alex and Steve cleared their minds, entering a state of absolute combat readiness.

"Three! Two! One! Begin!"

The instant A-Train uttered the words, they both sprang into action. Alex merged two forms, his hammer-like fists sprouting three viciously sharp claws as he descended from above. Steve ignited his boot thrusters to ascend, raising his shield with his left arm while charging a repulsor blast in his right.

CLANG!

Fist collided with shield mid-air, sending a cascade of sparks flying. Alex’s strength proved significantly greater than Steve’s; after a brief deadlock, the claws began to overpower the shield. Steve struggled to maintain his defense with a single arm, and the three claws slashed deeply into his shoulder armor.

Alex brought his menacing face close to Steve’s, taunting him. "That armor grants you formidable firepower and flight, yet it compromises your strength and agility. You traded the vast forest for a single tree, did you not?"

With a guttural groan, Alex drove the claws another ten centimeters deeper, piercing flesh and muscle until they lodged firmly into Steve’s shoulder blade.

"Ugh..." Steve’s face contorted in agony. He wrenched his right arm upwards, aiming his palm directly at Alex. A powerful, overloaded repulsor blast erupted at point-blank range.

"I anticipated that!" Alex roared with maniacal laughter, his other hand shifting into a shield once more.

BOOM!

The blast left a deep scorch mark upon the bio-mass shield but failed to breach its defenses.

"Hahaha! Perhaps I spoke too soon—your firepower isn't actually all that—"

Before Alex could finish his sentence, Steve’s palm snapped shut, forming a fist.

ZZZT!

A searing red laser beam sliced downwards across the shield. Moments later, the shield was cleaved in two, and Alex’s left arm was cleanly severed from his body.

"Is this firepower sufficient for your taste?" Steve snarled through clenched teeth, firing another repulsor blast that bored a clean hole directly through Alex’s chest.

"Ah!" Alex gasped, expelling a mouthful of blood. The intense pain caused his body to convulse, and the grip of his right claw loosened.

Steve exploited the opening, freeing his left arm and taking aim.

WHAM!

The shield shot forward like a projectile, severing Alex's head. His head and body were flung apart.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Experiencing immense relief, Steve followed up with a torrent of repulsor blasts, pulverizing Alex's body against the electric barrier.

BZZZZZZT!

A terrifying hum of high-voltage electricity permeated the air as Alex was reduced to a scorched husk before collapsing to the ground. Steve, clutching his wounded shoulder, breathed heavily, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the blackened remains.

Outside the barrier, A-Train and Natasha watched in stunned silence. The fight was over in a single move—was the power difference truly this vast?

After the initial shock subsided, Natasha was elated. "We won! Let me go!"

A-Train scoffed dismissively. "Let you go? It's far too soon for that."

"You gave your word!" Natasha glared.

"My word is my bond," A-Train stated with a hint of arrogance. "However, if you wish to defeat Alex, you must ensure every last cell of his body is obliterated."

CRACK!

Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface of the charred remains.

Steve acted swiftly—an EMP wave was already hurtling towards the remnants. At that precise moment, a tendril of flesh shot out from the severed head on the ground. It reattached to the scorched body and pulled it back with savage force.

BOOM!

The EMP struck the bare ground, carving out a massive crater. By then, the charred shell had completely disintegrated, and Alex Mercer stood up, fully restored.

He retrieved his head, reattached it to his neck, and offered a mocking thumbs-up. "Impressive. That firepower is remarkable! What kind of special connection do you have with Stark to receive a custom suit with such incredible output?"

Steve remained silent. He merely stared, his expression grim. As he had suspected, Alex proved an exceptionally difficult foe. Possessing immense strength, speed, and combat prowess—and most critically, an uncanny ability to survive.

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