The Zetta Sonic
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Alex was about to continue the conversation when he saw a strange message coming into his phone. He saw a row of random numbers and letters from his own computer. Ever since Jayden first sent a virus to a computer, Alex installed a successor information system. Whatever foreign object that comes there will be sent directly to his cell phone. Just now, something went into his computer.

Caitlin caught Alex's anxiety. “So that happened?”

Alex didn't talk. The phone in his hand rang. Tiger called. Definitely not a good thing. He picked up the call, listening to the super-short instructions, again without having time to respond.

Caitlin read Alex's response again. “Misazations come.”

“There's chaos in town. The culprit, it seems, is not a human.”

“Then, go. They need you. And, if you need me, Tiger has my number.”

Alex just nodded briefly and then walked away.

He left behind two things that might need to be researched again. The first thing is about the party. She was supposed to be an important guest representative that night but instead left before the product was actually launched. The second thing is about Caitlin. There were still many things he wanted to ask Caitlin. Alex hopes to solve the problem quickly, back there before the party is over, hoping that no one needs a Hill there.

Alex doesn't need a ride. He just needs a little dark place also covered to put up a shield. He just needs a few seconds. Afterwards, Alex finds a white ICPA car according to Tiger's direction. When Emil throws his backpack rocket, Alex knows he doesn't need a ride.

Zetta Sonic is in the dark. Without worrying about the cold wind, he could fly at full speed. It only took a few minutes for him to arrive where his enemy was.

A large body creature stood on top of the ruins of the shattered walls. The wall is part of a mini market at the refueling site. At least, that was a few minutes ago.

Just like when Alex faced the flamethrowers, the police were no longer visible. There was only a police car there, upside down, on a piece of glass, badly rung. At least there's no fire there yet. Given that there was a lot of flammable material, Alex didn't want to be involved in any explosions.

The figure recognized Alex. His white teeth looked shiny, in contrast to his dark-colored face and body. The body is big and strong. Instead of bodybuilding, Alex describes it like a king kong. His shoulders and upper arms were clearly intimidating. The head too. There were veins clearly visible on the unnatural part.

When Alex landed not far in front of the figure, Alex realized that he had met the figure. However, he was sure the figure used to be nothing like that. Alex held himself back from guessing too far.

“Halo, Alex!” The figure stepped forward. His black shirt fought hard to stay fit on the body. The jeans and boots still look normal. “When we last met, I wanted to say that you changed a lot. Looks like, now I also changed a lot.”

Alex flinching. He did recognize the figure but was reluctant to mention his name.

Tiger is not. Tiger's voice across there sounded surprised. [Is that really Damon? How could he be like that? I mean. Look at his body and the color. I don't think it's natural.]

Emil answered briefly. [Agree. He looks like poisoning.]

[What poisoning?]

[Entai. But, I figured. I don't want to know the answer.]

“You do look different.” Alex finally answered. He walked away avoiding. Whether since when, both of them walk in a visible circle pattern. Alex on one side and Damon on the other. “So, you made an explosion in jail?”

“How to get out of a spectacular prison, right? What say?”

Alex puts his shoulders. “Lumayan. I thought you were coming to my house, not messing around in a crowd like this. Turns out I was wrong. You are not a grudge against me. You want to rule the world, eh?” Not only can Alex lie easily, he can also change the topic of his conversation.

Damon laughed too. “Making control of the world is actually not a bad idea. Money and power, always tempting. But, before I have to try this power first. Same power as you.”

Damon's grin makes Alex nervous just like he said. Damon said about the same power as him. Alex doesn't have to guess. Damon must be talking about Dragon Blood. The next question was how could he obtain Dragon Blood?

[Is he talking about Dragon Blood?] Tiger's question sounded so clear. Unfortunately, there is no answer. That made him ask again directly to Emil who was in the room with him. [Is it possible for Damon to get the secret of the formula and make it his own?]

[I don't know.]

[No. You know something.]

Damon's cracking his prison. His voice was loud enough for Alex to hear clearly. The size of the fingers also feels a little awkward. Alex is not sure what size is normal for human size considering the body over Damon is now so stocky. Stumpy is certainly not a bad thing, unless he becomes burly not because of natural things.

“Do you know how many people died because of this power?” Damon throws up a question Alex doesn't want to answer. So, Damon gave his answer straight away. “Some. Several lives have been lost to this cursed liquid.”

“You mean the death of volunteers?”

“Of course. You think they'll let you be the only Zetta Sonic?”

Alex was not surprised. He could have expected it. ICPA continues Dragon Blood research. Nadira orders professor Otto to make another Dragon Blood. If they can make a lot of people with the power of the Zetta Sonic, they can protect the world from criminals. It is not entirely wrong thinking but also not pure right thinking. Raw power without a heart will always bring disaster. Alex believes Damon will prove his point, sooner or later.

Damon grinning. “We are lucky to be alive when there is a foreign liquid flowing in this body. So, let's try.”

The man advanced at high speed. Alex gasps. He was not prepared for the attack. The opponent's movements made him unable to dodge. Alex spontaneously reached out his hand forward. Both his hands caught Damon's fist before it hit him.

A meeting between two real raw forces takes place.

Damon continued to exert strength, pushing his hand at the opponent, accompanied by a wide grin. Alex himself finds himself pushed back. His feet that were tracing to the ground were hit. Alex was sure to feel that the ground under his feet was starting to spurt. His feet refused to give up, as was the case with the land.

“Do you need proof that I'm better than you, Alex?” ask Damon.

Alex grunting. “Better? Ye. Sure. Joking!”