Just as Alex spoke, Fisk commanded his forces to attack. Alex smirked, extending two black white tendrils formed from his symbiote. The tendrils lashed out with incredible speed, pinning both Viper and Bullseye to the wall. They groaned in pain as the symbiote coiled around their limbs, holding them firmly in place.
Meanwhile, Fisk moved quickly, activating concealed machine guns hidden in the walls and ceiling. The automated turrets unleashed a storm of bullets aimed directly at Alex.
For the next few moments, the room was filled with the deafening roar of gunfire, the air thick with smoke and flying lead. But Alex stood completely still, his expression bored as the symbiote covering his body deflected the bullets with ease. The rounds ricocheted harmlessly off the symbiote's surface, barely grazing him as if they were nothing more than a light drizzle.
"Is this really the best you've got?" Alex muttered, shaking his head.
As the last of the machine guns sputtered out of ammunition, Fisk stepped back, his confidence waning as he realized nothing had worked. His ace in the hole—the mounted turrets—had proven utterly useless against Alex.
"My turn" Alex said as he slashed the blades as both Fisk and Bullseye were cut down as they died, leaving only Viper.
[ Host killed Wilson Fisk ]
[ Host gained one Silver gacha ticket ]
[ Host killed Bullseye and gained Bronze gacha ticket ]
"P-please don't kill me," Viper pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
Alex rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by her sudden change of demeanor. "Don't bother," he said coldly, stepping closer as his black tendrils retracted. "I know all about you."
Viper's eyes widened, but she managed to maintain a defiant glare. "You... you don't know anything about me."
Alex chuckled darkly. "Oh, I do. The infamous Miss Hydra, slithering in the shadows of organizations like this one. How predictable."
Before she could respond, Alex raised his hand, and a strange green mist began seeping out of her body, as if being forcibly extracted. Viper gasped, clutching her chest as the mist swirled around Alex, who absorbed it with ease. The process left her visibly weakened, her knees buckling as she struggled to remain standing.
"W-what are you doing?!" she rasped, but before she could say more, a sudden whisper of movement came from behind Alex.
"You've gone too far," Viper hissed from behind him, her voice colder than before. Alex felt the sharp edge of a dagger press against his neck.
"Even if I don't kill you now," Viper continued, her voice dangerously calm, "that mist you just absorbed is one of the top ten deadliest poisons in the world. It will kill you in minutes."
Alex didn't flinch. Instead, he let out an amused chuckle, tilting his head slightly so the dagger's edge nicked his skin. "And?"
Viper hesitated. "How do you know about it? How could you possibly—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Alex moved. In a blur of motion, his symbiote lashed out, disarming her and pinning her arm against the wall. The dagger clattered to the floor as she struggled against his unyielding grip.
Alex's face was inches from hers now, his crimson eyes glowing ominously. "You think I didn't come prepared? You underestimate me, Miss Hydra."
"Also I didn't absorbed it but neutralize all that Venom" he said
Viper's eyes darted to his, her defiance faltering as she felt the pressure of his strength. She tried to shift her hand toward his head, perhaps in an attempt to poison him further, but Alex merely smirked.
"Don't bother," he said. "Whatever trick you're planning, it won't work."
"How do you know?" she demanded, desperate now.
Alex leaned closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "Because I know exactly how your toxins work. And I know how to make them... useless."
As he spoke, the green mist that had entered him moments earlier began to emanate faintly from his skin, dissipating harmlessly into the air.
Viper stared in shock, her confidence shattered. "That's impossible," she whispered.
"Impossible for you," Alex corrected. "Not for me."
He released her with a shove, letting her fall to the ground, defeated and gasping for breath. Alex crouched beside her, his gaze piercing. "You have two choices now, Viper. You can run and hide, though we both know there's nowhere you can go where I won't find you. Or..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "...you can join me and make yourself useful."
Viper looked up at him, fear and uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She hesitated, her pride warring with her instinct for survival.
Alex stood, his presence towering over her. "Think quickly," he said, turning toward the door. "I'm not a patient man."
Viper sat in stunned silence, her mind racing as Alex walked away.
Alex approached the laptop on Fisk's desk, allowing his symbiote to extend into the device. Like other symbiotes, his could interface with technology, seamlessly accessing and extracting data. Within moments, all of Wilson Fisk's files and accounts were at his fingertips.
"650 million USD?" Alex mumbled, his tone unimpressed as he transferred the funds into his own hidden account. "Not bad, but I'll need more."
He turned, watching Viper, who now sat on Fisk's former throne, her expression a mix of fear and defiance. "So," Alex said, his voice cold and calculating, "what's your answer?"
A tendril extended from his hand, its sharp, glinting tip hovering dangerously close to her neck. Viper gulped, beads of sweat forming on her brow, before finally speaking. "Okay... I'll join you," she said reluctantly.
"Good," Alex replied with a smirk. The tendril shot forward, piercing her neck with surgical precision.
Viper gasped. "What was that?!" she exclaimed, clutching at the small wound as Alex withdrew the tendril.
"A little insurance," Alex said, his tone devoid of sympathy. "The symbiote injected you with a tracker. It'll ensure I know everything about you—your movements, your thoughts, your secrets. Consider it a way to prevent betrayal."
Viper's defiance faltered, and she nodded hesitantly. "Understood."
Alex crossed his arms, towering over her. "Now, you're in charge of Fisk's operations. Take control of the slaves, assets, and territory. As of now, you're the new Kingpin."
Viper blinked in disbelief, her lips parting as if to protest. "Me? But—"
"You have one week," Alex interrupted, his tone sharp. "Prove you can make this empire profitable under my rule. And don't try to cut corners—no illegal trades or shady deals that draw unwanted attention."
Viper's hands clenched, but she nodded. "I'll do it."
"Good," Alex said with a sly grin, leaning in slightly to meet her gaze. "Oh, and one more thing—if you fail or step out of line..." He let the words hang ominously, his crimson eyes glowing faintly.
"I won't fail," Viper said, her voice steady despite her lingering fear.
"Let's hope not," Alex replied, stepping away. As he walked toward the door, he glanced back over his shoulder. "And Viper? Welcome to my army."