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23. Definitely Not the End.

"Alex?! Why are you here? No, why am I here? I remember...yes, we were fighting President X. I should be dead. Did you die too?" Pietro struggled to speak, his supercharged brain nearly overwhelmed by the fragments of memory. Countless pieces of information left him unable to process his current state.

"Calm down, neither of us is dead. Relax, okay? We're not safe yet." Alex swallowed his food and grabbed another slice of pizza.

"We're...not dead?" Pietro was stunned. "How is that possible? No one can escape from President X. What happened?"

Seeing Pietro's unstable emotions, Alex knew he had to explain things clearly, or they wouldn't be able to eat in peace.

"Actually, it's nothing too complicated. President X still can't fully control the Scarlet Witch's power. Even though he used that power to massacre the prisoners in the mutant prison, his use of chaos magic is still crude. After I killed him, the chaos magic and mental energy tore a rift in reality. The entire military factory was affected, becoming a bizarre mirror world where time and space were chaotic. Opening any door would lead to a random place.

This made both the dead and the living in that place mentally unstable. They became half-dead creatures. I can't explain exactly what that state is like, but you could think of them as zombies. They attack living things instinctively.

But this also gave me a good opportunity. I took you out before the space in the factory was completely torn apart. To be honest, you were severely injured, so I forced another soldier who had escaped to give you a rough treatment."

Alex paused and looked at Pietro.

"I admit his medical skills were terrible, but there was no way to get you to a hospital. He said your leg might heal crooked. I don't know much about medicine, so I can't be sure if he was right. Later, he tried to ambush me, and I shot him. So, even if you wanted to, you couldn't get back at him."

"Wait, wait." Pietro couldn't help interrupting Alex, staring at him with wide eyes, his voice trembling. "What did you say? You killed President X! How did you do it?"

"Ah, right." Alex shrugged and took out a pistol from his pocket. "With this. Remember? You stole it for me. It was my first gun, the one I used to kill Nick Fury."

"No, that's not what I mean. How did you manage to do it? That's President X! The entire Avengers couldn't take him down after years of trying. How did you do it?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Alex turned his attention back to the road. "Maybe he saw something interesting in my mind and got deeply absorbed, and then I shot him. Seriously, from another perspective, I can understand him."

"Just like that?" Pietro couldn't believe it.

"Just like that." Alex nodded.

"What do you think? That I would suddenly unleash some unprecedented power at the brink of death, or discover I was a powerful mutant and fight him to a stalemate for 300 rounds, only for him to realize his mistakes at the last moment and let me kill him?"

"Ah..." Pietro had a lot to say but didn't know how to say it.

"That's how it is, Pietro. We're not comic book characters who need big scenes and epic battles to entertain an audience. We're just living beings in this sad world, just like President X."

"But it's too simple," Pietro muttered, still unable to understand how President X, who terrified the entire country, could be dealt with so easily.

"Simple? I don't think so. Maybe I'm the only one in this world who could kill President X this way." Alex said flatly, without any emotion.

Hearing this, Pietro leaned towards the car door.

"Hey! I saw that. Are you afraid of me now?" Alex rolled his eyes.

"Heh...no, I just wanted to change my position after sitting for so long." Pietro forced a stiff smile and then looked at his injured leg. His leg was splinted with two boards, wrapped in layers of bandages, once white but now soaked with blood, dried into a black stain.

Seeing Pietro's gaze, Alex said, "You were badly injured. The soldier said your leg was broken by a massive force. The pain alone could have killed you, and such injuries usually can't be treated without amputation. But your abilities saved you."

"Yeah, my accelerated metabolism heals me faster than normal."

"Right, but if your bones are broken, it doesn't help much. Your ability speeds up healing, but it doesn't set your bones. So, I had the soldier set your leg. Otherwise, it would have healed crooked."

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me, we're friends." Alex smiled. "You really don't want to eat? I remember you burnt a lot of calories. If it wasn't for the glucose in Nick Fury's safe house, I feared you'd die of hunger before waking up."

Hearing this, Pietro finally took the pizza and started eating voraciously. His eating was messy, with only one hand free, but no one cared at this point.

"Where are we heading next?" Pietro asked while eating.

"The address you gave me, remember? 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester. If I had known Professor X was in the mutant prison, we wouldn't have made this trip. We could have handled everything in New York."

Alex grumbled, but he wasn't angry. Despite the strange and dangerous encounters along the way, it was over now. This experience would become an interesting memory in his life.

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