The invisible telekiic fripped Scott’s ightly, lifting him off the ground.

  The suffog pain tormented Scott, but what hurt him even more was Jean’s naked murderous i.

  She was going to kill him, all because of a human.

  Scott had realized this, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free from Jean's telekinesis.

  "Please... Jean... let me go..."

  With his st breath, Scott pleaded for mercy. But Jean remained unmoved. Instead, she increased the pressure on his neck, ensuring that he wouldn't utter another word.

  As his face turned dark and his sciousness began to fade, Scott’s survival instincts took over.

  He removed his red crystal gsses, no longer strained. With all his remaining strength, he unleashed a ser atta Jean.

  Uhe threat of the ser, Jean was forced to withdraw all of her power and terattack with her telekinesis.

  The crimson beam was scattered by the invisible force just as it was about to reach Jean. The energy dispersed in all dires, indiscriminately damaging everything around them. The narrow alley quickly became riddled with holes.

  In this test, Jeahe absolute advantage.

  Charles of this world was a mutant supremacist, and naturally, his determination to overthrow humanity meant he didn’t restrict Jean's powers.

  Without any suppressions, Jeahe strength granted by the Phoenix Force to slowly overpower Scott's ser.

  "No... stop, Jean, don’t do this."

  Scott didn’t stop firing his sers, but his voice was filled with pleading.

  He knew he wasn’t a match for Jean. He no longer hoped to be with her; he only wao survive.

  But Jean showed no sign of relenting. In fact, after hearing Scott’s voice, her disgust only deepened, and the speed at which she overwhelmed his sers increased.

  "No! Please, don't! Please don't kill me, no... no!!!"

  As the ser was pletely suppressed bato Scott’s eye socket, Scott, now uo resist, had his head crushed by telekinesis, turning him into a headless corpse that quietly y on the ground.

  It was all over.

  Scott, who had survived Reid’s attack, ultimately died at the hands of the woman he loved, and his body was left disfigured.

  "Reid, did you see that? No one stop us from being together."

  As Scott died, the disgust on Jean’s fastantly vanished. She used her telekinesis to shield herself from the blood that spttered around, making sure none of it touched her body. She didn't wao see this cruel side of her.

  Turning around, Jean looked toward the alley entrance. In the sunlight, she imagined seeing Reid waving at her.

  "Reid, you’ve e! I’m ing right over, wait for me!"

  Jean turned and walked toward the alley exit, chasing after Reid in the sunlight.

  Meanwhile, Scott’s body y untouched in the shadows.

  .......

  "Oh my God! This is true, earth-shattering love!"

  Seeing the bloody and brutal se stirred something inside Harley. She couldn’t trol her chaotidencies anymore, and her behavior became erratid wild.

  She danced like a butterfly in the alley, which was now stained with Scott’s blood. Occasionally, she touched the blood sptters on the walls with her fingers, using them as lipstick to paint her lips. This added a seductive dao her already crazy self.

  At the same time, Reid, pying as Luthor, followed closely behind Harley as they ehe alley. He avoided stepping into the blood pool, not only for the sake of his Luthor persona but also because of his own obsessive-pulsive tendencies.

  He felt nothing when he killed, but the blood spttered after someone else’s killing disgusted him. His double standards were being clear.

  ‘I didn’t expect the Joker Iion to be this powerful.’ Reid was surprised.

  He and Harley watched from a distance as Jean killed Scott, and it was then that Reid realized it was all because he had ied Jean with the virus.

  At this moment, Reid felt an impulse of p his blood directly into New York’s water supply. If he did that in every city, wouldn't he be able to trol the entire Uates?

  But that was just a thought. Reid knew su idea was unrealistic.

  The main effect of the virus was to alter the target's miurning them into something like himself. The Batman Who Laughs even killed other Jokers.

  Jean’s case was a miracle. Her long years of isotion, a fragile heart, and the superpower that could turn halluations into reality all led to the creation of someone like Jean under such extreme ditions.

  trolling the world through the virus was nothing more than a dream.

  If he actually tried to implement it, the most likely oute would be that the world’s heroes would bee selfish, while the vilins would desd further into depravity. That would be the only result.

  ‘However, after this i, mutants will certainly be exposed to the world's gaze. Charles’s pn to keep mutants hidden will be ruihere should be ges oant side to respond to the human govers' rea.’

  Reid pondered and in his estimation, Charles wouldn’t immediately unch a terrorist attack. After gathering power for so many years, he would likely want to wait for the perfeent to act. Sihat was the case, it was very possible that Charles would split his forces to distract others, hoping to lower the gover’s guard and this also gave Reid more time.

  Reid didn’t think that having an ied Jean would guarantee his safety. While Jean, lost in her halluations, had pyed an ued role, she was still a force beyond his trol.

  He needed more power, which meant more time to unlock more DC characters. Only then could he resist the mutants when they eventually uheir final attack.

  If the mutants tio build up power secretly, Reid would likely be too te. But ohe mutants were forced into the open, the human gover's pressure would slow their accumution of power.

  The gover, aware of the mutants’ existence, would also be w to gather strength to defend against them.

  In the bad-forth, Reid would finally have the time he needed.

  ‘Now... it’s a matter of taking it oep at a time.’

  After Reid fihinking, Harley had just calmed her excited emotions. He then proceeded to make the necessary arras.

  "Harley, take care of the body. As for the blood, let's leave it for those anizations with ridiculously long hat won’t bother ging them for another decade."

  "Got it, Boss!" Harley responded, grinning.

  With practiced hands, Harley pulled out a burp sad expertly packed Scott’s body.

  As for how she would get the body back to the apartment and transport it to Gotham, that roblem for Harley to solve. With Alfred (Joker) still in Gotham, Harley could tact him if needed.

  Reid, however, returo Gotham in advance, pnning to set up a boratory there. After all, it was his base and important research would take pce there iure.

  With a new experimental subje hand, Reid aimed to analyze the data as quickly as possible. Once successful, he'd move forward with his pns and directly join the Os Industries.

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