In Marvel as Dante

Chapter 117

Kevin Thompson (Killgrave) 

We arrived with a jolt as the space around me twisted, and I found myself standing in front of the re

"Tony Stark is safe, and I'm in pursuit of the Hulk formula, but they have hostages," I said. "I need your help to take them out." 

"Who is behind this?" Fury asked, and I carefully considered my answer. I didn't want Fury getting his hands on Kilgrave. Whatever Nick was cooking up, I had a feeling it was designed for not only dealing with the bad half-demons but me as well as Rin and Jean. He didn't know about Rin's status as a half-demon, but that could change at any point. 

Ultimately, I decided to risk it. Besides, I was fairly certain that Kilgrave would not survive the fight with Jean; whether or not there'd be collateral was another question entirely.

"The better question is who is not out to get us?" I said to Fury. "Domina is the ringleader, but she's rallied everybody I've wronged, from the gangs of New York to Hydra. She's even placed a bounty on my head and recruited some type of mutant who can control people."

"Control people how?" Fury questioned.

"Haven't the slightest clue. All I know is that it has something to do with his voice," I said. "Clairvoyance is not very particular." 

"That must get on your fucking nerves," he said.

"I manage somehow," I said. "So, I'm thinking snipers and a blockade." 

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Over the next ten minutes, I worked with SHIELD to thin out the number of drivers on the road, eliminating as many potential casualties as possible. Fury set up a blockade a quarter mile ahead on the straightest path to their destination. All other paths were strategically cut off using one bogus excuse after another.

They didn't not the change at first, but the drop in car density was extremely telling. We were ready for them to switch to more desperate tactics, but by then we reckoned we'd already be too close to the blockade and snipers. What we hadn't been counting on was just how dirty these monsters were willing to play.

It turned out Yao's warning about Domina loving collateral damage was not an exaggeration. 

The soldiers decided to turn the cars into bombs, crafting a rudimentary pressure-activated bomb using the accelerator and the grenade on them.

Lucky for us and the passengers, we didn't have to find out how powerful the bombs were. 

We reached the threshold for the roadblocks, and the snipers fired when I gave the order. They all carried scopes with infrared lenses so they hit the right targets.

The gun muzzles flashed as one, but only two of the four Hydra agents died. Creel obviously survived due to his mutation. He rapidly warped his skin to infernal metal, while the last one survived by sheer fucking luck.

I moved as soon as I noticed I could still identify him, but he already acted. He grabbed the panicked driver's head and twisted it, jerking it 360 degrees. He kicked the door off the hinges and tossed his dead body out of the car while he floored it.

"You asshole."

Wild wind buffeted my body as I sped up, turning intangible. I entered the car and jabbed my dagger through the driver's seat, stabbing the shit straight through the heart, with a precision rune burning on the edge of my shortsword. With a brutal swipe left, I tore his heart out and pulled the car aside.

Paramedics rushed over to the downed body of the passenger, but it was too late.

Creel took one look back at me as he clambered on a motorcycle he stole from a tourist and floored it.

"Oh no, you don't. I'm not losing the formula, not after that."

The ground exploded under me as I rocketed forward using Burst and Gust, closing the distance between us before I suddenly felt the world slow down around me.

I flipped mid-air, coming to a complete halt as a bullet whizzed past the spot where my head formerly was.

The origin was a sniper in an SUV barreling down the street to my side. The man unloaded a shell and pointed the gun at one of Fury's snipers. The gun went off, and Fury cursed.

"He just took one of our snipers down."

Before the mask-wearing sharpshooter could cut down another SHIELD agent, I fired two slightly charged bullets with Ebony and Ivory.

The two contrasting energies generated a sort of gyroscopic effect that propelled them even faster. Before he could react, there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, and he slumped over.

Jackpot! I grinned as I summoned one of my latest inventions—demonic bombs. They were retrofitted standard grenades without the usual 4-second delay. These bombs went off when thrown with sufficient force. Inside were gunpowder, a long piece of metal lined with the storage rune containing a chunk of demonic energy.

I chucked the grenade at the approaching truck. It erupted in a ball of Nether fire and shrapnel, eliminating a chunk of the Russian ambush team. 

I dashed after Creel, catching up with him almost immediately, and flung Ophion out. Just before it gripped the bastard, a Dreamrunner materialized in front of the claws, saving him.

What the fuck was this shit?

I flung the Dreamrunner to the side with a brutal lash, using my over hundred strength stat, releasing Ophion's grip at the very last moment, but he dematerialized and materialized behind me, trying to skewer me with his twin blades. He got a shotgun blast to the head at the last possible moment for his trouble.

When I inspected his fallen body, I noticed that his blades glowed blue, lined with the same runes designed to cut me when I went intangible.

Ten other Dreamrunners materialized around me, alongside ten hand assassins, and two more trucks. They drifted onto the scene, offloading a motley group of mercenaries, assassins, and gangsters, some pulsing with the sick demonic enhancement of Corvus. Others seemed savvier and rejected the gift entirely.

My eyes shone purple as angelic energy poured out of me, escaping in swirls of howling blue wind.

"I hope the money was worth it. Your families are going to need it."