DC HERO AT MARVEL

"Banner?" Ross expression darkened at the mention of the name.

The fact that this mysterious opponent knew his target—Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk—was deeply unsettling. This was classified information, known only to a select few within the military upper echelons.

Such knowledge indicated that the person before him wasn't ordinary.

Ross voice turned icy. "Who exactly are you?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Anton, as Cyborg, replied, his gaze fixed on Ross while contemplating how to handle the situation.

Killing Ross would be easy—one shot from Cyborg energy cannon could do the job.

With Cyborg near-limitless energy reserves, the cost of a single shot was negligible.

But killing Ross wasn't a practical solution.

If Ross were to die, the fallout would inevitably tarnish Cyborg reputation and, by extension, the soon-to-be-launched Justice League.

Although Cyborg advanced technology could erase forensic evidence and obscure the truth, there was the matter of the surviving soldiers.

There were still about fifty left, their faces smeared with soot, fear etched into their expressions as they stared at him.

The others lay unconscious, injured, or trapped beneath wreckage, some in horrific conditions.

If Anton chose to eliminate Ross, it would mean silencing all these witnesses as well.

The idea of slaughtering so many people, including soldiers just following orders, didn't sit right with him.

These soldiers weren't villains; they were tools of the system, following commands. Killing them would be akin to killing civilians—a line Anton wasn't willing to cross.

However, sparing Ross meant leaving a significant threat alive.

As a U.S. military general and a man of considerable influence, Ross could become a major obstacle for Cyborg and the Justice League in the future.

Anton mind raced for a solution.

Meanwhile, Ross, seeing the expressionless figure hovering above, couldn't discern his intentions.

Unease crept into the general mind.

His life now hung on the whim of this formidable opponent.

"Damn it!"

On the ground, Blonsky, who had been casually tossed aside by Anton, struggled to his feet.

Fuming, he clenched his fists, subtly reaching for the secret weapon holstered at his waist—a high-caliber handgun capable of firing six explosive rounds.

Swish!

Unwilling to accept defeat, Blonsky moved quickly, straightening his posture and aiming at Anton exposed half-face.

"Die!!"

Blonsky snarled, squeezing the trigger without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The muzzle flared as six bullets tore through the air, racing toward Anton face—more specifically, his unarmored right eye, the most vulnerable part of his appearance.

The bullets closed the distance rapidly.

Anton, observing the incoming projectiles, let out a soft chuckle.

"Heh."

Without moving, he activated a localized energy shield around his face.

The bullets, upon contact with the shield, disintegrated into harmless fragments, leaving Anton entirely unscathed.

Blonsky face twisted in disbelief as he watched his desperate attack fail utterly.

Anton let out a cold laugh, his hesitation vanishing in an instant.

Blonsky had made the choice for him.

In a flash, Anton raised his hand, activating a sonic barrier that intercepted the six incoming bullets mid-flight.

Clink, clink, clink!

The bullets ricocheted harmlessly to the ground, bouncing away without a scratch on Anton.

Blonsky stared in disbelief at the man before him, whose left electronic eye glowed an intense red while his right human eye exuded a murderous aura.

This is bad!

Cold sweat dripped down Blonsky back.

Even Ross, standing nearby, sensed the danger and realized Blonsky reckless act had provoked the man wrath.

"You need to think this through—I'm a U.S. Air Force lieutenant general!" Ross stammered, his voice betraying his rising panic.

But as he spoke, Anton extended both hands, morphing them into massive cannons, each the size of a cooking pot. Brilliant blue energy began to swirl within them.

"Damn it!" Ross cursed, spinning around to flee.

But the energy cannon had already fired.

BOOM!

Blonsky was the first to be consumed by the blast, his body disintegrating instantly. Ross, having made it only a few steps farther, was caught in the edge of the explosion.

The impact was cataclysmic, shaking the earth and sending debris flying in all directions.

When the dust settled, the ground before Anton had been gouged out, leaving a massive crater. At its center lay what remained of Emil Blonsky—little more than charred bones.

Near the edge of the crater, a mangled figure could just barely be identified as Ross.

His body was a grotesque mass of burned flesh, his skin scorched almost beyond recognition. His clothes had melted into his flesh, and he lay motionless on the ground.

"Hmph."

Anton snorted, watching as both men lay incapacitated.

He briefly regretted the impulsive action, but there was no turning back now.

He ignored the remaining soldiers, who were too shocked to act, and used Cyborg capabilities to wipe all surveillance data from the base, erasing any digital record of what had transpired.

Then, he soared to the edge of the base, landing in front of the jeep holding Phil, Stockman, and Karai.

Gulp.

Phil jaw dropped as he stared at the man before him, his shock beyond words.

Stockman and Karai were no different, trembling as they watched the man who had single-handedly decimated the entire base.

"Get lost!"

Anton glared at the jeep driver.

The man nearly lost control of his bodily functions, stumbling out of the vehicle in terror. His legs buckled, and he crawled away as fast as he could, desperate to put as much distance as possible between himself and the terrifying figure.

"You…"

Phil, swallowing hard, tried to find his voice.

Suddenly, something clicked in his mind as he recalled a figure he had seen before.

"Cyborg?"

His breath hitched, and his eyes widened in realization. "You're Cyborg?"

As an employee of the Daily Bugle, Phil was fairly familiar with the DC company downstairs—they shared the same boss, after all.

Thanks to Eddie influence, Phil had honed his sycophantic skills and found himself watching quite a few of DC productions.

And honestly? He thought they were pretty entertaining.

Being something of a DC fan now, he couldn't possibly be unfamiliar with his boss second movie, especially since it had become a cultural phenomenon.

Now, staring at the man before him, Phil was stunned to realize that this figure looked exactly like "Cyborg," the superhero from Anton films.

Of course, being in Brazil had disconnected him from the latest events in New York, so it wasn't surprising that he hadn't heard about Cyborg recent rise to fame.

But the vivid design of the silver, mechanical body made it easy to identify him.

"Cyborg? What that?"

Stockman and Karai exchanged puzzled glances, clearly unfamiliar with the name.

"Cyborg!" Phil explained helpfully. "A superhero! He… kind of a teammate of Batman. Probably."

"Batman?"

At the mention of the name, both Stockman and Karai faces paled.

"Why would Batman send someone here?"

Their anxiety skyrocketed. They were visibly more terrified than when Ross and his military forces had captured them.

The looming threat of Batman felt far more personal and immediate to them.

"Uh…"

Phil hesitated, glancing at Cyborg for confirmation.

Anton nodded slightly in response.

Phil eyes lit up with understanding.

Clearing his throat, he turned to the other two.

"Well, I guess there no point in hiding it anymore!" He straightened up, adopting a serious expression tinged with a hint of smugness.

"Cyborg is here… for me."

"For you?"

Stockman and Karai were utterly bewildered.

"That right," Phil replied, his tone filled with contrition but laced with barely concealed glee.

"Sorry to break it to you, but… I'm undercover!"

Stockman and Karai jaws dropped, practically hitting the floor. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

The self-proclaimed "Devil" they had been working with had just casually revealed such an earth-shattering truth.

The realization sent them spiraling into panic.

Stockman entire body began to tremble. He opened his mouth as if to say something but failed to form any words.

Can I still turn my life around and be a good person?