Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

These tiny, death-like rays of light pierced the foreheads of all the gunmen present except for Kleiner in an instant.

Disbelief and despair were written on the faces of each gunman. Then, they lost their strength and collapsed heavily to the ground.

A tiny blood hole on his forehead emitted wisps of blue smoke, but no blood flowed out, indicating that the light rays possessed terrifyingly high temperatures.

The only living person present, Kleiner, felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene, as if a cold wind had swept over him. His eyes were filled with fear as he slumped onto the sofa, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The wine glass that was originally in his hand slipped from his hand and fell onto the red carpet, soaking it with wine.

Kleiner had no time to pay attention to this, because he was overwhelmed by fear and only one thought flashed through his mind.

monster!!

Kleiner had long lost the composure and authority of a wealthy man and the head of a criminal organization; he became panicked because he recognized Matthew, who had even made an appearance at Daniel's funeral.

Apart from a few people in the know, the rest of the town had no idea what kind of evil Kleiner was hiding.

The reason is that Kleiner is very good at disguising himself, is enthusiastic about doing charity, and has brought many benefits to the town.

Of course, the townspeople didn't care whether this was a way to avoid taxes; they saw that Kleiner had transformed Maggrave's previously impoverished state.

Regardless, Kleiner succeeded; he built his own criminal empire in Margrave.

This is his kingdom, his territory, and he is the emperor here.

Kleiner has always been very good at hypocrisy.

Kleiner attended the funeral of Daniel, a sheriff who had worked in the town for over a decade and had earned considerable prestige, and also offered special comfort to the grief-stricken Matthew.

At that time, Kleiner felt only mockery and disdain.

If it weren't for the pressure from the police station, he would have tied up the kid and interrogated him to get what he wanted.

Kleiner never expected that this boy, whom he had once disregarded, would now easily slaughter dozens of his gunmen and security guards.

Fear, confusion, doubt, and despair overwhelmed his heart and robbed him of his reason.

People who possess enormous wealth are often the most afraid of death.

Because they don't lack wealth, they only lack the time and health to enjoy it.

They yearn to spend their time indulging in a luxurious lifestyle, acquiring wealth through various means: mansions, women, power, fine wine, luxury goods, luxury cars, and the thrill of defying life and death.

But all beings are equal in the face of death. Whether rich or poor, once you die, everything vanishes into thin air.

That is the case right now.

Kleiner trembled all over; fear made him completely lose his composure and reveal his ugly side.

"Matthew."

The dark green air force jacket gradually came into focus. Stepping through the corpses, it was like a dark green grim reaper approaching, his footsteps like a death knell tolling for him. Kleiner was so terrified that he could no longer speak coherently, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He suppressed his fear and tried to smile, but he didn't realize that his smile looked particularly ugly at that moment.

Standing before Kleiner, watching his utterly disgraceful performance, Matthew felt only amusement.

That once hypocritical tycoon, the savior of Margrave, with billions of dollars that countless people dream of, still felt fear and dread in the face of death.

Whoosh!!

Matthew ignored his pleas for mercy, raised his finger, and a golden cross of light emanated from his fingertip, piercing through Klein's knee.

what! ! !

With a painful howl, Kleiner clutched his pierced knee, the intense pain contorting his face and leaving him drenched in sweat.

"Damn it, fuck, my legs, my legs."

The intense pain nearly made Kleiner faint, and he unconsciously began to curse.

For Matthew, how could a little pain compare to the grief of losing his adoptive father, who was like a biological father to him?

hum! !

A golden cross of light shone from his fingertips once more, its brilliance even more dazzling. This frightened Kleiner so much that he stopped howling, loosened his grip on his knees, and flailed his arms wide, his face full of pleading: "Matthew, let me go! I have money, I have lots of money!"

“I have three million dollars in cash in my safe, thirty million dollars in my account, and other very valuable assets and real estate. I can give them all to you. With this money, you will be a billionaire and can enjoy an unimaginable material life, Matthew, as long as you let me go.”

“You shouldn’t extinguish the only light in a child’s heart, Kleiner.”

The eerie voice was like a biting cold wind, and behind the golden light that bloomed at her fingertips were eyes that were ruthless and indifferent.

Chapter Five: A Death Scene That Defies Conventional Understanding (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)

Several police cars were parked in front of a remote dock in the southwest of the town.

It was still raining.

As the police cordon was set up, forensic experts and police officers were conducting an on-site examination and securing the scene.

Finley stood inside the cabin, looking at several marked lines indicating the crime scene, before finally focusing on the hole that had been smashed into the floor.

Finley.

Roseko walked over with a burly man who was at least 195cm tall, wearing simple jeans and a jacket, with a rugged face and a buzz cut.

"Rosco, Reicher."

Finley looked over, adjusted his glasses, and nodded in acknowledgment.

The burly man called Raiche was calm and composed, his gaze quickly sweeping across the entire cabin.

He frowned as he scanned the drawn crime scene markers, the body, the holes in the cabin walls, and the hole at Finley's feet.

"A bizarre death scene."

Lei Che was somewhat puzzled.

He has handled far too many death cases. His innate talent and acquired skills have given him an extraordinary ability to observe, and his attention to detail is incredibly keen.

Over the years, he had seen many seemingly strange death scenes, but this time, he felt something was... unusual.

Or rather, it's too unconventional.

Raiche walked to the living room of the cabin and squatted down in front of a corpse, asking the forensic doctor for a pair of plastic gloves.

The forensic pathologist glanced at Rachel with surprise, then looked at Finley, who nodded at him, and the pathologist did as instructed.

He put on plastic gloves, gently touched the corpse's twisted neck, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"The cervical vertebrae were completely shattered."

After touching the body, he examined several other bodies in the same way, and then went outside the cabin to check the bodies outside. He then came to a conclusion that he found hard to believe.

He returned to the cabin and looked up to see the deep gaze behind those glasses.

Rachel and Finley exchanged glances, then walked out of the cabin with their umbrellas. Roseco looked around but didn't find anything, so she followed them with a puzzled expression.

Standing on the dock outside the wooden house, the rain was pattering on the lake, creating ripples.

"So, what's the conclusion you reached after your observation, Rachel?" Finley turned to look at the large man in front of him.

This big guy arrived in town a few days ago. Strangely, he only brought a toothbrush. He seemed to be investigating something.

Rachel's strong physique and outstanding demeanor led Finley to immediately recognize him as someone of extraordinary status upon first meeting him, and thus he was very wary of him.

However, after spending time with him, they discovered that Rai Che possessed an astonishing ability to observe and reason logically, which was completely contrary to his physical appearance.

"Thirteen bodies, from the same group, transported by one of the vehicles outside. There should be one missing. All of these people had guns. Judging from the bullet holes at the scene, there was a very intense gunfight inside the wooden house, but these people were all killed by unconventional forces."

"The fatal sites are the neck and chest; it's a very precise and horrific way of killing."

"There was very little blood at the scene. The limited bloodstains came from the bodies that had been hit hard in the chest and were spitting out blood from their mouths."

"The unreasonable thing is that the force is too great. The body was smashed through the wooden house wall and thrown more than ten meters away, with the farthest distance being eighteen meters. It is hard to imagine how much force it would take to do that."

"And you, you doubt me."

Reicher made his analysis with certainty and confidence.

Roseco, who was listening silently behind the two, had a flicker in her eyes and felt a surge of emotions.

If Reicher's analysis is correct, then it really is something that humans can do?

Whether it's his height or physique, it's clear that Rachel is much stronger than the average person, but Roseco believes it's absolutely impossible for him to achieve this.

"As far as I know, there are no more than ten people in the entire town who are bigger than you, but none of them are capable of killing everyone cleanly and efficiently when facing a dozen guns."

Finley did not deny his suspicions.

"You believe the scene was staged to create such an extremely illogical death scene." Reicher laughed and continued to point out another of Finley's suspicions.

"However, you quickly dispelled that doubt."

"That's right. Judging from the bodies at the scene and the holes around it, and from the scene reconstruction, the murderer was surrounded by these people with guns, but he killed them all in a way I never imagined, even when they were firing their guns."

“And you can’t do that.”

Finley sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

The death scene made no sense at all, and the initial direction of the investigation could not be found, so how could the murderer be found?

Moreover, Finley was worried about something else at this moment.

The missing Matthew has been found. The boy went home on his own. After a brief conversation, Finley realized that Matthew must be hiding something.

He didn't know if this place was related to Matthew. Logically, Matthew, who had always behaved normally in the small town, couldn't have done this.

But Finley had a vague feeling that there must be a connection between the two, and that Matthew might even be the murderer.

"Sir."

Just then, a police officer hurriedly walked over from behind. Finley and the other two turned around and saw the officer trembling as he reported some information to them.

“A maid at Kleiner Manor called the police, saying there had been a large-scale gunfight. The officers who arrived at the scene reported that there were more than forty bodies.” The officer paused here, then added in a trembling voice, “Kleiner was among the bodies.”

"What?" Finley, Reicher, and Roseco's expressions changed.

It's all in chaos, everything's in complete chaos.

At Kleiner Manor, looking at the even more bizarre death scene than at the dockside cabins, Finley, Reicher, and all the police officers realized something was wrong.

Dozens of heavily armed gunmen were all killed.

The bodies of the guards who had been struck by the terrifying force and died were smashed down along with the iron gate.

Rather than believing the murderer did it with his bare hands, they preferred to believe that someone drove a large truck weighing tens or hundreds of tons at high speed into the manor.

Apart from the long mark that was scratched by something, there were no other tire tracks at the scene.

Not to mention that the fatal wounds of the dozens of gunmen in the living room of the mansion were on their foreheads, with tiny, burned holes.

These people were killed, but there were no obvious traces of blood at the scene.

The only survivors in the entire manor were a few dogs and a maid who had been trembling in fear since the battle in the kitchen began.

Billionaire Kleiner's limbs, except for his knees, were twisted beyond recognition. His contorted and pained face was enough to prove that he had been cruelly tortured before his death. At the same time, the huge safe in the mansion was opened and found to be empty.

Whatever was inside, it was clearly taken away by the murderer.

“This is a massacre.” Finley’s face was grim.

Chapter Six: When justice is not served, revenge becomes the only justice (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

“Yes, this is the massacre.” Reicher affirmed Finley, while finding the matter so interesting that it greatly piqued his interest.

Billionaires wield significant influence wherever they go, especially since this time it's not just Kleiner who's involved, but also dozens of bodies. Not only Margrave, but the state government and other agencies will be paying close attention.

"This massacre is not over yet."

Rachel has basically confirmed the killer's identity. The killer will not stop until all those who deserve to die are dead.

Finley and Rosecoll were stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening. They exchanged a glance, and the latter frowned and turned to leave.

"Rosco".