bookpower Chapter 158 Club Disaster
Chapter 158 Club Disaster
Overwatch Headquarters
Scott sat in the center of his dark command room at the Overwatch Headquarters.
He was surrounded by a terrifying labyrinth of high-definition holographic screens.
Each one displayed live satellite footage of Metro City—dark alleys, empty streets, shadowy rooftops—all bathed in the pale glow of calm city lights.
He was still wearing his sleek Shadow Factor Suit.
He had retracted his mask, letting the stale, metallic air of the room brush against his clammy skin.
『Hrmm… I'm a little hot…』
His tired eyes had heavy, purple bags under them.
He stared dead into the array.
Over 60 screens. Not a single blink.
His phone buzzed.
The sharp ring sliced through the silence.
Scott's bloodshot eyes slid to the device lying among scattered files and hastily scribbled notes.
[Forty missed calls.]
Thirty from a worried Gwen and Emma combined, and the other ten from Judy.
He thumbed the phone off without a word.
His eyes drifted back to the screens.
"Men keep dying every day…"
His voice was hoarse, as if every word was dragged out by a gut-wrenching force.
"The same pattern. Large amounts. If I don't stop this killer, I might regret it way too soon."
His gaze dropped to the detailed sketch in his hand—a rendering of Ezel.
A rough sketch, but still very useful.
His fingers tightened on the paper, creasing the edges.
"It's supposed to be an African-American woman…"
He muttered, staring back at the screens.
"But I haven't seen a damn sign of her in all the satellite footage. Feels… pointless."
His gloved hand rose and he pressed hard against the bridge of his nose, as if trying to stave off blindness.
His vision pulsed, static and fuzz at the edges.
The other paper in his hand crumpled slightly.
It was a strange insignia Brigid had handed him.
Supposedly, it was seen on Ezel's bodysuit.
"What the hell does this even mean…"
A rush of shadows crawled up his neck, pooling over his head and reforming into his sleek helmet.
[System Active!]
The HUD flickered to life as a cool blue interface layered over his exhausted vision.
"System…" he rasped, "can you identify this insignia?"
[Scanning…]
A pause. His heart thudded slowly, painfully in his chest.
[Attempt failed. Scanning again…]
A low growl escaped him.
[Attempt failed. Accessing extraterrestrial database.]
Scott's eyes sharpened. "Extraterrestrial, huh?"
His brow furrowed. "Wait… don't tell me that—"
[Insignia identified.]
A map of stars scrolled across his HUD as constellations and coordinates aligned.
[It is the great insignia of an ancient warrior race known as the Pontiachs, from the planet Pontius, located in the Glemins Quadrant of the Andromeda Galaxy.]
Something inside Scott clicked.
The stagnant sludge of fatigue lifted, if only a little.
His lips curled into a shadow of a smile.
"Well, shit…"
He spoke with some quirkiness.
"Didn't fucking know you were a damn intergalactic encyclopedia, System."
[Would the host like to know more?]
"Lay it on me."
[The first killing occurred in the West District of Metro City. A few hours to this—satellite scans detected powerful sound beams that tunneled through space-time, likely traveling out of the galaxy.]
Scott's head tilted. "A beacon?"
[Affirmative. Further analysis suggests the extraterrestrial individual may have used highly advanced technology to mirror the quantum signature of the beacon and slingshot through a warp bubble to Earth.]
He leaned back as the shadowy plates of his suit clicked softly against the metal chair.
"That makes sense… kinda. But why the hell is she targeting every man here?"
His mind spun as he hurriedly pulled up autopsy reports and toxicology screens.
"Is she just… lonely? A man-hater? Or—"
He froze.
His fragile brain hit a wall, then bounced off it, then scattered pieces everywhere.
"Wait."
Scott's fingers twitched.
"The chemicals in the bodies… the victims were all male. Elevated endorphins. Adrenaline. Levels scientists have never seen before."
The System hummed in its robotic sound.
[Calculating… High probability that the individual is
Jake continued.
Funnily enough, his expression was completely serious.
"My dad's in Iraq, but we can do a quick video call so you can talk to them. That's much better… and, uh, you should take a test too. I'm really scared of STIs."
Silence.
Ezel just stared at him with a blank face.
This was a first.
Then Jake's body stiffened.
A sharp pain shot through his lower half and painfully radiated up his spine. His face turned a deep shade of red as he doubled over and clutched his crotch as though his very life depended on it.
He squeezed his crotch so hard one would almost think he didn't have a delicate item between those legs.
A deep, agonized grunt escaped his throat.
"Ahhhhhh—what's… going on?"
Ezel's eyes flickered with intrigue.
『Now this… this is truly disappointing. Regardless…』
She was hoping his case would be different.
Jake fell back even more and his body convulsed as he grunted in deep, guttural pain. His hands never left his crotch, gripping it with such force that it seemed like he was trying to crush whatever lay beneath his fingers.
"ARRGHHH!"
He bellowed with raw pain and agony.
"Why does it hurt so much──?!"
Ezel watched him with emotionless eyes.
For a moment, she simply stood there, letting his suffering play out as her blue eyes dimmed with disappointment.
Then, she sighed softly and looked away.
"Tch."
She clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.
"I really wanted it to be you… but it seems you don't have what it takes to handle me either."
She shook her head as her hardened gaze dissolved into something almost like regret.
"And I was already starting to like you… you really are such a sweet and innocent person."
Without another word, she turned and walked away as she vanished into the partying crowd of the club.
Still on the floor, Jake gasped for breath. His chest heaved as he tried to make sense of what just happened.
His head spun. His ears rang.
He reached out as his chubby fingers stretched toward the vanishing silhouette of Ezel.
"W-, Wait…!"
Then, he felt it.
A thick, warm liquid dribbled down his upper lip.
His nostrils burned, and his ears tingled with a sharp sting.
He touched his face—
Black blood.
Jake's eyes widened in horror as he yanked his hand away, staring at the dark, viscous fluid staining his fingers.
"No… no, no, no… this can't be happening… not now…"
Panic flooded his veins as his breathing turned erratic.
His body trembled and his legs staggered backward.
He clenched his crotch harder, his entire being consumed by a deep, primal fear.
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Something was wrong──very, very wrong.
Across the club…
Scott stepped into the main room wearing a long, dark trench coat over his broad shoulders.
Beneath it, the sleek black material of the Shadow Factor Suit clung to his body with his helmet retracted to his neckline so his face remained visible.
His sharp eyes scanned the crowd with a grim face.
"Tch. Hope she hasn't gotten to anyone yet."
He adjusted his gloves.
"If she has, then…"
His pace quickened as his eyes looked over the chaotic dance floor, searching—until something caught his eye.
In the corner, secluded from the strobing lights and thrumming bass, someone was choking violently. Their body convulsed as black blood splattered against a thick glass table as they struggled to breathe.
Scott's eyes narrowed. "Huh…?"
Then, without hesitation—
Darkness swallowed his head and his sleek mask reformed in an instant.
Whoosh!──He moved.
To the crowd, it was as if he had simply disappeared.
One second he was there, the next he was a shadow streaking across the club, cutting through space like a bullet.
Only one person saw it happen.
Ezel.
To her, Scott's "instant speed" was nothing but the lazy drift of a falling petal.
Maybe you could even call it a snail's motion.
Her lips curled slightly as her eyes sparked with interest.
Meanwhile, Scott caught the convulsing body just as it was about to hit the floor. He collapsed his helmet once more as his breath hitched when he saw who it was.
"No way…"
Jake.
Scott's brows furrowed.
"What the hell are you doing here? Didn't you hear about the Penis Hunter going after any man she could find?!"
Jake wheezed, and then coughed up another mouthful of black blood. He squinted up at Scott with trembling pale lips as he forced out words between ragged breaths.
"Oh right…"
His voice cried with bitterness.
"Of course, it's only when I look like a fool that you decide to come out of hiding and save me…"
He let out a hollow, choked laugh before hacking up more blood.
"Just… another reason why people think you're better than me, huh? Well, fuck you…"
Scott blinked.
"Huh…?"
For a split second, he was caught off guard—not by the blood, not by the situation, but by the sheer pain in Jake's eyes.
The anger. But now wasn't the time.
Scott's jaw tightened.
"We'll talk about that later. First, I'm getting you to a damn hospital before you're six-feet under."
Without another word, darkness swallowed them both.
From the crowd, Ezel watched it all unfold.
Her teeth grazed her lower lip as she tilted her head slightly as a very sexy smile curved her lips.
One of her hands shot up as she grabbed a handful of her soft, full breast. She squeezed herself so hard to draw a shiver of pleasure from her trembling body as Scott's face filled her mind again.
Mmmmhmm~ ❤️
Her grip tightened, pressing herself more and more as she felt the firm little buds atop her breasts grow even harder—so sensitive that, for a moment, it almost felt like she might start leaking milk just from the thought of his handsome face and the commanding presence he carried with him.
It turned her on so bad.
A female Pontiach was almost always aroused──but this time her body was begging for it.
"Now that's more like it~"
Ezel had found new prey.