Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Before he could finish speaking, a foot gleaming with golden light slammed down with tremendous force, striking his chest with a deafening crash. The terrifying power sent his entire body slamming through the wooden floor beneath his feet and plunging into the lake, splashing water everywhere.

Matthew looked down at the large hole in the wooden floor and the surging lake water before killing the remaining survivors.

Regardless of whether they were involved or not, everyone connected to Kleiner must die.

Revenge means killing everyone clean.

As for any side effects after killing someone? There are none. Unless it's a bloody, disgusting scene that makes you want to vomit, the unease, tension, and fear that comes after killing someone is the fear of being investigated and judged by the law.

Now that Matthew possesses extraordinary powers, he doesn't care about any of that.

His adoptive father, Daniel, once taught him: "You have to bear the consequences of killing someone, but if you're sure you have to kill someone, use every means you've learned to erase all traces and make sure the law can't judge you."

Having learned the truth and killed all the gunmen, Matthew left the cabin and drove one of the cars they had come in, heading towards Kleiner Manor.

Kleiner Estate is quite famous in Margrave.

In the darkness, a light rain pattered against the windshield, and two headlights traversed the secluded, muddy road. Matthew, in the driver's seat, had a bullet casing necklace around his neck that swayed slightly, gleaming with a cold, brass-colored light.

...............

Police station.

It was late at night, and the police station was dimly lit, except for the detective's office, which was still brightly lit, with rain wetting the windowsill.

The Black police officer, slightly short and stout, sat behind his desk. He was dressed in a sharp suit, wearing a tie and glasses. Under the lamplight, he was flipping through the documents in his hands, seemingly trying to find some useful clues.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the corridor outside. Without knocking, a slender policewoman with delicate features, blonde hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt and dark police trousers, walked in. She had a simple and capable demeanor.

"Rosco?"

The Black officer looked up at the female officer with a hint of confusion.

Roseco approached the desk and said somewhat hastily, "Matthew has disappeared."

"What?" The black police officer jumped up from his seat, even accidentally knocking over a cup of coffee next to him, but he didn't care at all.

"I passed by Matthew's house earlier, and his lights were off. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. My neighbor Mark said he saw him leave at six o'clock."

"It's already ten o'clock." The black police officer glanced at the time on his wristwatch and immediately realized something was wrong.

"Yes, Matthew has always lived a very regular life, just like Sheriff Daniel. He definitely wouldn't be out at this time."

Although Roseco had only been with the police force for less than two years, she had the best relationship with Sheriff Daniel. Because Daniel had taken her under his wing as soon as she joined, she knew Daniel and Matthew, the adoptive father and son, very well, including their daily routines.

She was one of the least likely to believe the police department's explanation for her death a month ago.

She understood that Daniel was a veteran, a man who had been through countless battles, and how could a few drug dealers possibly kill him?

So she and Inspector Finley, who had also recently joined the force, had been secretly investigating the matter, while Roseco had been patrolling in a police car on Matthew's side for the past month.

But unexpectedly, Matthew has gone missing today.

"Damn it, Daniel really is involved in something. I didn't expect Matthew to be involved too... Could it be that Matthew has some important information?" Finley frowned.

"Whether Matthew was kidnapped or he found something to hide from, we need to find him immediately and protect him."

After quickly and calmly thinking it over, Finley looked at Roseco in front of him: "Roseco, we can't use anyone else from the police station to find Matthew."

"You mean?"

Roseco frowned; the meaning behind her words was self-evident.

"Call the big guy, we don't have much time left."

After saying that, Finley immediately picked up the coat from the hanger next to him, put it on, and quickly left the police station with Roseco.

...............

Kleiner Estate.

It is the most luxurious residence in Margrave, a typical wealthy manor, whose extravagance and grandeur are immediately apparent.

The manor's main gate is a tall wrought iron gate, carved with exquisite patterns, which looks both sturdy and delicate. Two thick stone pillars stand on either side of the gate.

Ivy twines around the stone pillars, giving them a vibrant appearance, and a long driveway is lined with neatly trimmed shrubs on both sides.

The main building of the estate is a huge white villa, three stories high, with white marble exterior walls that make it particularly dazzling.

Kleiner, the owner of the manor, was a middle-aged man.

Wearing glasses, with a cool and aloof demeanor, and slightly graying hair, dressed in custom-made pajamas, he sat on the sofa in the luxurious living room, holding a wine glass and gently swirling the wine inside, seemingly waiting for something.

He was surrounded by a group of burly, silent men.

Not only here, but throughout the entire estate, dozens of armed security personnel are deployed; these are his private armed forces.

Kleiner waited for news, but as time passed, there was still no word from Downton, who had gone to capture Daniel's kid, which made him feel uneasy.

Meanwhile, outside the manor gate, the guards saw the headlights of a car coming from the road in the distance and immediately focused their attention on it.

The car stopped in front of the gate. There were two large lights in front of the iron gate, illuminating the familiar car, but why was there only one?

The guards were still puzzled.

The car door opened, and a stranger stepped out. He was very young. The guard was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted. He was about to draw his gun when he was already a step too late.

A dazzling golden light flashed, and the person transformed into a golden beam of light that streaked across the night sky, arriving before them in the blink of an eye.

The right foot, glowing with golden light, lashed out with explosive power, striking the necks of the guards and sending them flying.

Blood splattered, even smashing the iron gate in front of them and throwing it dozens of meters inward. The iron gate crashed to the ground with a loud "boom".

Several guards died on the spot. Matthew, standing still, looked at the mansion in the distance that had been disturbed. Matthew once again transformed into a beam of light and headed straight for the mansion. The long beam of light he left along the way split the muddy ground and the rain curtain in two.

The gunmen who had just stepped out of the mansion to see what was going on hadn't even gotten a clear look at what it was when their vision was filled with a golden foot that kept getting bigger.