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Chapter 191: The Death of Quicksilver

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Intense energy surged through their bodies, causing both Wanda and Quicksilver to scream in agony.

Wanda's eyes reddened instantly, and it took her a moment to return to normal. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the stone bench, panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Quicksilver darted around the small room, his head buried in his arms. His already incredible speed intensified to the point where he seemed like a bolt of lightning...

Outside the cell, Baron Strucker watched with satisfaction. "Yes, that's right—stimulate the power within them even further! Wait, what's happening?"

On the screen, Quicksilver's speed increased dramatically as his body underwent bizarre changes. His once-flowing hair transformed into a messy, unruly style, reminiscent of a schoolboy. His once-fit physique, comparable to Captain America's, had vanished. He now wore black goggles on his forehead, and he had morphed from a handsome youth into a scruffy troublemaker.

"What is happening?"

Strucker rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of the scene. Quicksilver appeared as the robust young man he had seen earlier.

Had he misread it?

He shook his head and looked again, but the young man remained unrecognizable.

Baron Strucker: "What???"

"Oh my God, Pietro, what's happened to you?"

Sensing Pietro's distress, Wanda hurled a crimson energy ball that broke through the wall, allowing her to reach Quicksilver.

"What... What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Wanda watched in confusion as Pietro continued to change before her eyes.

"It seems... it's all right..."

Finally, Quicksilver settled into his teenage form, ceasing to change. He gave a faint smile and said, "Huh? Sister, why do you speak with such an accent?"

"Accent? No, what's wrong with your accent? And why are you speaking to me so suddenly?"

You were born thirty minutes before me, weren't you?

Quicksilver:

"No. 1008, return to your cell! Don't make me repeat myself!"

A commanding roar interrupted the siblings' conversation. A burly HYDRA agent wielded a remote control. With a single press, they would experience electrotherapy package...

Before Wanda could respond, Quicksilver grinned and vanished from sight. The remote control in the HYDRA agent's hand suddenly appeared in his own.

"..."

The heavy-set man was thrown aside with a slap.

"Fire! Kill him!"

The agent leader's angry command came through. To him, these test subjects were merely expendable; if they dared resist, they would be destroyed. Thousands of failed samples were buried beneath the base—one more wouldn't make a difference!

"Da da da..."

More than a dozen submachine guns fired at the siblings, but many HYDRA soldiers were stunned to find their weapons had vanished mid-shooting...

"Clatter..."

Quicksilver flicked his wrist, sending the submachine guns and bullets to the floor.

"Still here?"

In this state, Quicksilver exhibited a drastically different personality—neurotic, vengeful, and childishly temperamental...

The HYDRA soldiers fell silent, their gaze fixed on the monitor.

We can't defeat him. What do you suggest?

Baron Strucker, furious, threw his glass in frustration. He wished he could slap the agent who had recklessly ordered the attack.

Forget about ordinary failed specimens; these two are the only successful ones. Your lives are worth less than these two test subjects!

As Strucker considered how to placate the siblings, another crisis unfolded in the cell...

"Pietro, what happened to you? Why do you look like this?"

Wanda's face was filled with concern.

Although the teenager before her resembled her older brother and her energy sense confirmed it was indeed Quicksilver, something felt off.

Her brother didn't seem this powerful, nor was his speed this incredible.

Quicksilver, equally perplexed, suddenly noticed his fingers turning to ashes, disintegrating in the wind.

"What... What's happening? I feel like I'm disappearing!"

Panicking, Quicksilver watched as his body began to vanish from his hands outward.

"Don't!!!"