Chapter 38

Sometimes, one must admit one thing: psychic powers... are really too easy to use!

After using psychic powers to blow up Ahmed's head, the remaining dozen or so terrorists were immediately scared out of their wits, screaming in terror.

"Devil! It's a devil!"

"It must be a devil, the devil killed Ahmed!"

"Lord, save us!"

A ridiculous scene appeared on the terrorists.

Jamil looked at this scene in a daze, seemingly not having reacted yet. The arrogant Ahmed... just died like this?

Could it be that the "Lord" really manifested?

But just at this moment, suddenly a young and handsome face flashed in Jamil's mind.

The old man was not a fool. He knew very well that if the "Lord" could really manifest, the village would not have become what it is today, and this country would not have become like this!

Then, the only explanation... Jamil turned his head to look at the room.

Alvin walked out of the house slowly, looking at the screaming terrorists, and placed his index finger lightly on his lips: "Shh, be quiet."

Instantly, the mouths of the screaming terrorists were blocked, and no matter what, they couldn't make half a sound.

In their complex eyes mixed with terror and anger, Alvin sat down cross-legged, his eyes indifferent, and said softly: "Now, I ask, you answer. If you understand, nod."

A few terrorists reacted a bit slowly, and their heads were like being crushed, directly sinking into their chests, leaving only empty necks, their bodies swaying and falling to the ground.

"I don't like wasting time, so you'd better react faster, understand?" Alvin narrowed his eyes, his pupils overflowing with cold killing intent.

This time, the remaining five terrorists nodded frantically like garlic-pounding machines, fearing that if they were half a step slow, their heads would be crushed.

"Very good, the first question."

Alvin raised his finger and pointed at the first person on the left, asking: "What is the name of your organization?"

"Called, called..."

He was so scared that he wet his pants, his face collapsed, and his sentences were chaotic.

Crack!

Alvin was too lazy to talk nonsense, directly made his neck rotate 360 degrees, and pointed at the second one: "You say."

"Ten Rings Gang! We are members of the Ten Rings Gang!"

Clearly, this one learned from the previous person's experience, and the speed of answering was first-class.

Ten Rings Gang?

Upon hearing this name, Alvin was stunned for half a second.

If he remembered correctly, this seems to be a villain organization that once appeared in the Marvel universe, right?

"Did you kidnap Tony Stark?" To confirm the thought in his heart, Alvin asked straight to the point.

"Who is Tony Stark?"

The man looked blank, blinked, and revealed a stupid look.

Alvin was a bit disappointed, and then directly pulled his head, along with his spine, out of his chest.

"Devil! You never intended to let us go at all!"

The fourth person watched the fancy ways of death of the three people next to him, and finally recognized the reality, roaring angrily: "Go to hell, you damn devil!"

Not talking?

Alvin smiled. Trying to act tough in front of him, really think he's not afraid of death?

Telekinetic psychic powers have quite convenient ways of use in many aspects.

For example... crushing every bone.

Unfortunately, the fourth person's bones weren't that hard, and soon he was begging Alvin to kill him.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Alvin controlled the force well, trying to let this guy die slowly.

"I, I don't know, who Tony Stark is..." The fourth person groaned in pain, screamed, and said desperately: "But I know that someone was caught by the leader recently and imprisoned in a secret room. Others... I don't know, please, kill me!"

Well, it roughly matches the plot, the person caught should be Tony Stark.

Alvin twisted his neck with psychic powers and turned his gaze to the fifth person who was trembling and already swallowed by fear: "It's your turn, where is your base?"

"Fifty miles to the east, you can see our base!"

The fifth person seemed afraid that he wouldn't say enough, and then added: "The person caught was locked in a cave in the southwest corner of the base by Raza, and there are many people guarding it!"

"Thanks for your cooperation."

Alvin nodded very satisfied and twisted his neck.

Very good, the village finally returned to peace. With fewer sounds of scum, the air seemed much fresher.

The only flaw was that it seemed a bit dirty.

Looking at the filth all over the ground, Alvin felt a bit guilty and helped up Jamil, who had fallen: "Sorry, it was a bit too much, dirtied your village, I hope everyone won't blame me."

"No, no, no, my child, you don't need to apologize."

Jamil held his hand gratefully, his voice trembling: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would all have died here today. I think this must be the arrangement of the 'Lord'!"

If it weren't for Alvin, this village would have disappeared today.

Just like other villages, after being robbed of food, young adults, and women, the remaining elderly people with no use were starved to death.

The dozen or so elderly people remaining in the village thanked Alvin one after another for saving them.

Even, there was an old man holding a dry cake baked from flour, trembling and handing it to him: "Child, we have nothing we can give you, and we can't take out anything to thank you. This cake... if you don't dislike it, take it and eat it."

The cake was baked dry and hard, but Alvin didn't dislike it at all. He took the cake, thanked him with a smile, threw it into his mouth, took a bite, and mumbled: "The taste is great, old man!"

This sentence is not flattery. Perhaps if this cake were in his previous life, he would probably not be able to swallow it.

But in the lower nest, this thing is much more delicious than energy bars and nutritional porridge. Flour is a delicacy that only nobles can enjoy!

After accepting the thanks of the elderly, Alvin proposed to leave.

Jamil was a bit reluctant, enthusiastically entertaining Alvin, wanting him to stay in the village for two more days, but was rejected by the latter.

In the end, Jamil, who felt sorry, filled a whole bag of water and handed over a few more cakes: "Child, take these things, you will use them on the road."

Alvin left the guns behind, including two military Humvees, and drove a Humvee alone, driving towards the east.

Alvin, sitting in the driver's seat of the Humvee, held the steering wheel with one hand, looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, his lips raised slightly: "Iron Man, Tony Stark, his Arc Reactor should be considered a high-quality energy source, right? It's really something to look forward to!"

Didn't expect that this time the Navigator System brought him to the famous Marvel universe!

As the saying goes, danger and opportunity coexist.

The Marvel universe perfectly fits the various predicaments Alvin is currently facing.

Iron Man's armor, Captain America's serum, Infinity Stones, etc., for Alvin, are simply a huge treasure house waiting to be developed!

Of course, the most important thing is to get "Source Power"!

Alvin wants to set the Marvel universe as the "Anchor" of the Navigator System, so that he can slowly excavate this huge treasure house!