Marvel: I Can Summon

In a villa at the heart of the 17th block, a middle-aged man with blond hair was angrily reprimanding his subordinates.

"Damn it! What are you all doing? You can't even capture two kids."

"Boss, these two kids are strange. The girl's hands can emit red light, and the boy moves so fast we can barely see him. Plus, you ordered us to capture them alive, so we couldn't just kill them," the subordinates defended.

The blond man frowned at their explanation. The order he received was to capture Wanda and Pietro alive. Although he didn't understand the mission's purpose, his duty was to complete any task given by his leader.

Before the operation, he had investigated the targets—ordinary high school students, nothing special. To ensure success, he sent three elite teams. He thought it was foolproof, but the mission still failed.

Thinking of the consequences of this failure, the blond man couldn't help but shiver. His face contorted with rage, and he roared, "Dispatch all elite teams immediately. I don't care what methods you use. By nine o'clock tonight, I want to see them here, or I'll throw you all into the Atlantic to feed the sharks."

"Elite squads? You mean the gangsters outside armed with U.S. military gear? If so, I don't think they're available anymore."

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Kyle pushed the door open and entered.

"Who are you?! Don't you know you can't enter here without my permission? Get out!" the middle-aged man yelled.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say? And whose subordinate are you? You're so unruly," the man said, his earlier rage blinding him to Kyle's words.

"Alright, let me introduce myself," Kyle said. "I'm Kyle, the guardian of the two kids you just ordered to be captured. Now, I've answered your question, so how about you answer mine?"

"Why did you target Wanda and Pietro? Or... is someone else behind this?" Kyle asked.

The man, although the chief of a crime syndicate, had never dealt with gangs like the Black Fire Gang and didn't understand why they would target Kyle.

Hearing Kyle's introduction, the man's expression changed. Without hesitation, he ordered, "Kill him."

The subordinates, who had just attempted to kidnap Wanda and Pietro, pointed their M4 rifles at Kyle. They pulled the triggers, and bullets from more than a dozen rifles poured towards him.

After their magazines were emptied, they gasped at the sight in front of them. The Asian man stood unscathed, with bullets seemingly immobilized and suspended in the air.

The gangsters, lacking real combat experience, were terrified by the bizarre scene. Some started to back away.

But they no longer had the chance.

"Finished? Then it's my turn," Kyle said.

As his voice fell, the bullets suspended in the air shot back to their sources. After more than a dozen screams, the room fell silent, leaving only Kyle and the middle-aged man alive.

The middle-aged man looked at the bodies of his elite subordinates strewn across the floor. Realizing he couldn't defeat Kyle with a Glock, he turned and ran.

"Running now? Don't you think it's a bit late?"

The next moment, the man's legs buckled, and he face-planted into the ground. Kyle's telekinesis pulled him up and brought him forward.

"Why did you attack Wanda and Pietro? Or is there someone else behind you? Answer, and I might spare your life," Kyle repeated.

Seeing no escape, the man stared defiantly at Kyle and sneered, "You think I'll tell you and then you'll let me go? I'm not an idiot. And if I tell you, I'll suffer worse than death."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "So, you were indeed following someone's orders, right?"

The man's expression faltered, then he clamped his mouth shut, eyes showing a resolute will to die.

Kyle frowned and used his telekinesis to force the man's jaw open, pulling out all his teeth. One tooth, a different color, broke open, releasing a greenish fluid.

Kyle smelled a faint almond scent, recognizing it as cyanide. This guy was prepared to die rather than talk.

The man groaned in pain, his limbs bound by Kyle's telekinesis, unable to do more than let out a low roar.

"Kyle, you can't kill him."

A slightly anxious voice called out from behind Kyle.