DC HERO AT MARVEL

Killian didn't respond. Or rather, with half his face pinned under Anton foot, he couldn't speak at all.

He could only grit his teeth as his single exposed eye glared at Anton with a ferocity that seemed to scream he wanted to tear him to shreds and devour him.

Anton, however, remained indifferent.

The more his enemies hated him, the greater the blow they had suffered.

Besides, it wasn't like their glares could harm him—what was there to care about?

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Anton didn't finish Killian off.

Though he had trampled Killian dignity once again, it didn't mean his opponent was completely out of the fight.

Anton observed closely through Cyborg enhanced vision and noticed that the crater in Killian chest was already beginning to change.

He could see the wounds, torn apart by the energy blast and exposing ribs, sprouting tiny, fresh strands of flesh.

The regenerative power granted by the Extremis virus was astonishing—just slightly inferior to Connors Lizard Serum.

The key difference, however, was that the Lizard Serum wasn't primarily designed to enhance combat abilities but to heal disabilities.

This suggested that the Extremis virus was even more formidable than Anton had initially thought.

Intrigued, Anton lifted his foot off Killian head.

"What are you trying to do?"

Killian sensed the cruel glint in Anton eyes and was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of terror.

Zzzzz!

Anton extended his fingers, emitting laser beams that severed Killian arms and legs in an instant, reducing him to a torso.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Killian agonized screams pierced the air.

"Cyborg!"

His voice was hoarse, his gaze filled with a mix of pain and hatred, as though weaving a net of malice aimed squarely at Anton.

He cursed venomously, "I won't let you get away with this!"

"Maybe you can think about that some more... in prison."

Anton remained indifferent.

Without severing Killian limbs, there was no way the police could contain him.

Moreover, with Killian regenerative capabilities, it would likely take only half a day for his arms and legs to fully regrow.

Woo-woo-woo!

At that moment, the police cars Anton had been monitoring finally arrived, fashionably late as usual.

George Stacy, spotting Anton from a not-too-distant range, froze as he witnessed Cyborg slicing off Killian limbs with lasers.

A chill ran down his spine—this wasn't the Cyborg he remembered.

In George mind, Cyborg was not known to be this ruthless.

"Cyborg!"

George quickly approached with his team. "What happened here? And he…"

"Aldrich Killian, CEO of AIM and the mastermind behind the Wayne Enterprises bombing this morning," Anton replied calmly.

"He been involved in some unspeakable activities. Since I've already captured him, I imagine it shouldn't be too difficult for you to uncover what he been up to."

"But…"

George hesitated, confused. "Why did you sever his limbs?"

"He been injected with the Extremis virus, AIM latest research. It enhances the human body but has certain side effects," Anton explained.

"Didn't you notice his limbs have already stopped bleeding?"

"What? That quickly?"

George turned to look at Killian on the ground and saw that the severed ends of his arms and legs had indeed stopped bleeding and were even showing signs of regeneration.

"I see! That makes sense now!"

George immediately understood why Killian targeted Wayne Enterprises.

The Extremis virus and Wayne Enterprises' limb regeneration technology represented a direct commercial conflict.

A corporate move, albeit an extreme one.

It made sense, albeit barely.

Though George found it odd that a major corporate CEO would resort to such reckless behavior, Cyborg capture of the mastermind left little room for debate.

"Leave him to us," George said, nodding at Anton. "We'll ensure Wayne Enterprises gets the answers they deserve."

Anton had no intention of dealing with Killian personally.

In such a public setting, even a superhero would risk scrutiny and criticism for killing a criminal.

After all, superheroes don't have the authority to enforce the law—they only bear the responsibility of maintaining global peace.

Killing is only permitted in "self-defense" under official protocols.

In the original Avengers storyline, even under S.H.I.E.L.D. jurisdiction and with legal authority, the team excessive behavior led to backlash from governments and the United Nations.

The Justice League had learned from those mistakes and had no intention of repeating them.

Additionally, the Justice League had only recently established formal ties with the U.S. government, military, and the United Nations Security Council.

Acting recklessly now would damage those fledgling relationships—a risk not worth taking.

Lastly, out of respect for Batman, the Justice League had always maintained good relations with law enforcement.

Handing Killian over to the NYPD would only strengthen that bond, fostering goodwill and deepening public trust in the League.

"He was meant for you from the start," Anton said plainly.

Then, he added, "Remember, he been injected with the Extremis virus. His body has been enhanced and possesses incredible regenerative abilities, comparable to the Lizard.

His limbs will grow back quickly... I recommend you cut them off again every half hour. Otherwise, your precinct won't be able to hold him."

"Understood."

George expression turned serious as he nodded firmly.

From Anton explanation, George realized Killian was no ordinary criminal.

Clearly, this was yet another superhuman created through technological enhancement, much like the Lizard who had appeared previously.

"Then I'll leave him to you," Anton concluded.

With that, a powerful burst of energy erupted from his feet. He soared into the sky, disappearing like a shooting star.

George watched him go.

Killian, lying nearby with his limbs severed, paid no attention to George.

His pale face remained fixed on where Cyborg had vanished, his eyes burning with hatred so intense it seemed almost tangible.

"I won't let you get away with this," Killian muttered under his breath.

Unable to move, he was hoisted into a police car by George team.

Cyborg avatar vanished into the sky.

In his room, Anton blinked, bringing himself back to the present. He walked downstairs to find the old man busy orchestrating public opinion online.

"Old man, the mastermind has been captured. You can contact the NYPD now and have them release an official statement to clear Wayne Enterprises' name,"

Anton said. "Also, tomorrow, I'll have Eddie run a detailed report on the incident in the Daily Bugle.

But I suspect there are already online discussions about it. You might want to start steering the narrative early."

"Oh?"

Jonah Jameson gave Anton a surprised look.

That fast?!

There were already online discussions... What exactly had Anton done?

Jameson was stunned.

It wasn't that he doubted Anton could resolve the issue—it was just that, an hour ago, Anton had been saying he was still confirming the mastermind identity, and now he was claiming to have already dealt with them…

It gave Jameson the uncanny feeling of, "I haven't even tried, and you've already fallen."

The truth was, it wasn't a misconception.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Suddenly, Jameson phone rang.

He answered, exchanged a few words, and his expression shifted to astonishment. While still on the call, he looked up at Anton in disbelief.

When the call ended, the old man finally spoke.

"I have to say…"

He couldn't suppress a smile, his tone filled with admiration. "You never cease to amaze me, Anton!"