Marvel : I'm in Westview Town

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Finn bid farewell to Wanda and returned home. He turned on the light and stepped onto the balcony.

The deep sky outside was shrouded in darkness, dotted with faint stars.

The cold wind of the autumn night swept in, causing the curtains to rustle against the frame.

Occasionally, the rumble of passing cars echoed from the street below, heading towards the entertainment venues in Westview.

Outsiders always found the nightlife here alluring—probably because they hadn't been beaten into the dirt yet.

"Fucking idiots…" Finn muttered, leaning against the railing.

He sighed, stepping back inside. After locking the doors and windows, he drew the curtains to shut out the wind and moonlight.

The room darkened, save for the faint glow of his phone. Finn sat down, his mind already racing with tonight's events.

"Gangsters from out of town, huh?" he mused, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

With a wave of his hand, holographic projections appeared in front of him—knife-wrapped tattoos from the thugs earlier.

These weren't just random gang insignias. These marks belonged to a specific syndicate.

In the past, Finn wouldn't have given a shit about local gangs.

As long as they didn't cross him, he had no reason to interfere. But tonight had changed that.

He'd already made enemies of these assholes.

And knowing how American gangs operated, retaliation wasn't just a possibility—it was a fucking guarantee.

"Well... better to deal with them now." He smirked darkly. "No enemies, no problems."

Finn extended his hand, activating his divergent psychic network.

His mind expanded across Westview, scanning every corner until he locked onto familiar signatures—the knife tattoos.

"Found you."

Within seconds, his mental map zeroed in on the East Warehouse.

"A fucking cliché hideout," Finn muttered, his eyes flashing golden before his body vanished, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air.

East Warehouse, Westview

The East Warehouse district was dead silent. It was the perfect spot for gang operations—remote, with little surveillance, and security guards who clocked out early.

Inside one of the larger warehouses, the atmosphere was bustling with activity.

A dozen men moved frantically, loading boxes into a truck.

"Move your asses! Haven't you eaten today?"

barked their leader, a burly man named Ray. His rough voice echoed across the space.

A nervous deputy whispered to him, "Boss, John hasn't returned yet."

"Fucking John,"

Ray spat. "That bastard better not be slacking off. If we don't get Fisk's shipment delivered on time, we're all dead men walking."

As he spoke, a loud crash echoed from one corner of the warehouse.

"What the fuck now?!" Ray growled, storming over.

One of his men had dropped a crate, splitting it open. Instead of its expected contents, a pile of stones spilled onto the floor.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ray's face twisted in rage. "You clumsy piece of shit!"

"Boss… this box is heavier than the others," the man stammered.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ray snapped, kicking the crate open. More stones tumbled out.

"Stones?!"

"Boss… they screwed us over! The local gang swapped the product for rocks!"

Ray's deputy paled. "If Fisk finds out, we're all screwed."

Ray clenched his fists, his temper boiling.

"Those bastards—"

"Looking for this?"

A lazy voice cut through the tension.

Ray and his men turned to see a tall figure standing atop one of their trucks.

He was dressed in black, his face concealed by a rune-etched mask. In one hand, he casually held a bag of white powder—the product they'd been searching for.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ray demanded.

The figure tilted his head mockingly. "Does it matter?" He held up the bag. "This what you're missing?"

"Hand it over, or we'll fucking kill you," Ray growled, signaling his men.

In an instant, more than a dozen guns were trained on the masked man.

"Guns? How original," Finn remarked, shaking his head. "Alright, let's make this interesting."

He reached into thin air and conjured a black wand, its surface etched with glowing runes.

"You see, I've been dying to test something new. If you survive, I'll give you the bag. Sound fair?"

Ray sneered. "Kill him!"

But before they could fire, Finn pointed the wand at them, uttering a single word.

"Avada Kedavra."

The air hummed with dark energy as bright green bolts shot out, zigzagging like serpents.

The deadly lights struck the gunmen one by one.

Each man froze mid-action, their eyes glazing over as they collapsed to the ground.

Within seconds, the warehouse was silent, save for Ray's panicked breaths.

"W-what the fuck…" Ray stammered, stumbling back. His men lay lifeless, their bodies untouched, without a single mark or wound.

Finn hopped off the truck, twirling the wand between his fingers. "Not bad for a first test," he mused, glancing at the carnage.

Ray's trembling hands fumbled for his pistol.

"Y-you're a fucking monster…"

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Finn said, his voice cold.

Before Ray could pull the trigger, Finn waved his wand lazily.

"Your turn."

Ray dropped like a sack of bricks, lifeless.

Finn surveyed the scene with a smirk.

"Messy... but effective."

With another wave of his hand, the broken crates repaired themselves, and the bullet casings on the ground vanished.

By the time Finn stepped out of the warehouse, there wasn't a single trace left of the fight.

The night ended with the sound of sirens blaring through the East Warehouse district.

When police arrived, they found the bodies of Ray and his men.

No wounds. No evidence.

Just cold, lifeless corpses.

The case would go down as one of Westview's greatest mysteries—a headline that would rattle the town for weeks.

But for Finn, it was just another night's work.

This is going to be one of the big unsolved cases of the year.....

But except for one person, she saw the problem at a glance....

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