Chapter-7 Meeting

Night in the city, inside a bar.

Will was at the bar. In his hand, a glass of aged whiskey, small ice cubes floated at the bottom of the body. He looked at his reflection in the golden liquid with a smile.

The bar was empty, there was only Will drinking in silence. If someone saw twelve-year-old drinking at a bar, they would certainly be angry at their parents' irresponsibility.

Will looked at Whiskey's body for a while and drank it all at once. Feeling the icy feeling running down his body, Will showed a satisfied smile.

As he poured another dose, Will heard the door open. He didn't even have to look back to know who was coming.

"Will, you should drink less, after all, you're only twelve." An amused female voice came from behind him.

"Rebeca, you should be more concerned with yourself. After all, you are letting a child drink at your bar." Looking at the mature woman sitting next to him, Will spoke as he took another shot of Whiskey. Will's silver eyes were a little foggy.

"You are my master, I cannot stop you from doing anything." Rebeca stirred her black hair a little and looked at Will with a cheerful look. The red lips curved in a very beautiful arc.

On Rebeca's wrist, a tattoo in the shape of a snake biting its own tail, said her identity.

Rebeca, like Luís, is a mutant hidden in society. Her ability is not useful in combat. Rebeca is able to adapt her body to extreme locations.

Will found this skill very good. No matter the environment, Rebeca's body adapts to survival. At the bottom of the ocean or even in the vacuum of space. It is an enviable and frightening skill.

"Rebeca, I will need you in New York. I want you to create a meeting place for our organization." Will spoke while serving Rebeca a glass of whiskey, which she accepted with an excited smile.

"Any specific locations?" Rebeca asked while drinking the Whiskey with a satisfied smile.

"Hell's Kitchen," Will replied.

"That area is close to many organizations. It will be difficult to do things." Rebeca spoke in a helpless tone. Hell's Kitchen is a meeting place for many gangs and secret organizations. But whoever rules the underworld with an iron fist and the King of crime, Wilson Fisk.

"Don't worry, I'm going to New York," Will said while showing a cold smile. He doesn't care about these gangs and secret organizations. He needs to speed up his steps, the world will start to change with the Skrulls' invasion in 1995.

"Okay, I'm going to prepare everything and I'm leaving today," Rebeca told Will. She was a little anxious. The last time she went to New York, she had to flee the city, it was not a memory that Rebeca would like to remember.

"I heard from Luís that today we will accept new members. Anything useful?" Changing the subject, Rebeca asked curiously.

"No, everyone with useless skills. Even normal people are more willing than that rubbish." Will spoke in a cold voice. Before, they thought they would at least be lucky. After all, it was five mutants, if none of those five had at least one useful skill, it was just unlucky.

"I heard from Luís that today we will accept new members. Anyone with the useful skill?" Changing the subject, Rebeca asked curiously.

But to his disappointment, they were all useless garbage hiding in the sewer for fear of being seen with their strange appearances.

"What a disappointment, besides Luís and me, no recruit is good," Rebeca spoke disappointed, she wanted a girl in the group, but it seems that she will have to wait for more.

"What happened to the fives?" Rebeca soon showed a half sadistic smile on her beautiful red lips. She knows the personality of her boss, those who are useless are eliminated.

"All dead, I don't get trash in my organization." Will only showed a relaxed look as if he had cut some vegetables. He took another shot of Whiskey and showed a satisfied look.

"How cruel! But, I like it." Rebeca exclaimed pretending to be surprised, but soon, she showed an excited smile and sensually licked her own full lips.

Will just rolled his eyes, although Rebeca looks excited and happy, he knows the sadistic monster inside her well.

"Rebeca, I am authorizing you to recruit normal people for our organization. We need manpower to carry out our trivial tasks." Will spoke with his cheeks a little flushed, his silver eyes were cloudy, it looked like he would overflow at any moment.

"Only time is eternal," Rabeca replied while his green eyes shone with animated light.

"Boss, why don't you sleep here tonight? I have a really big bed!" Rebeca spoke while shortening the distance between the two.

"If you don't mind a child in your bed, I don't mind staying." Even drunk, Will clearly understood Rebeca's intentions.

In those two months, the silver energy strengthened your body every day without stopping. Because of this, in addition to the muscles that were beginning to form, his height grew about twenty centimeters. He was twelve at 159cm, tall for his age. But Rebeca was much taller, at 189 cm, Will reached her breasts at most.

"Don't mind small details," Rebecca spoke as she got up from the bench, she walked up the stairs and started to climb up to the first floor of the bar.

"It looks like it's going to be a busy night." Will took another shot of Whiskey and followed Rebeca to the first floor.

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The next day. Five o'clock in the morning.

Arriving home, Will silently opened the door and went inside. Suddenly, realizing the eerie silence, he already knew something was wrong.

As Will thought, the light went on showing Martha and Clark sitting on the couch.

Clark looked at Will with guilt, while Martha looked at Will with a frightening and angry look.

"William Harry Kent, can you explain to me why you got home this time?" Martha spoke as she patted the couch next to her. His eyes were practically boiling with anger.

Will only showed a helpless look. He sat next to Martha while holding his breath. It can be said that in the whole world, the only person Will has respect for is Martha. It is the son's respect for his mother.

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