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Chapter 50: Heading to Afghanistan

The next day, dark clouds loomed over New York, and a light rain enveloped the city.

In the upscale cemetery of the Bronx, Old Carlson leaned on his cane, staring at his son's tombstone. The sorrow of a parent burying their child was palpable, and a few tears rolled down his hardened face.

"Let's go. We have more important matters to attend to today."

Old Carlson wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and, escorted by his men, turned to leave the cemetery.

Not far from them, in front of another tombstone, George was casting a spell.

"Serpensortia!"

As the spell took effect, a gray-black mamba snake appeared before him and swiftly slithered into the grass, heading toward Old Carlson's location.

About a minute later, George heard Old Carlson's screams and the panicked shouts of his men.

The nearest hospital to the cemetery was a thirty-minute drive away. With Old Carlson's health, he wouldn't survive more than fifteen minutes after being bitten by the black mamba.

With Old Carlson dead, the Carlson family would inevitably fall into chaos. The remaining leaders would fight for control, and in the ensuing turmoil, George could easily eliminate most of the high-ranking members.

Even if he used a sniper rifle, no one would suspect him. They would assume the killings were the result of infighting among the leaders.

Three days later, on the rooftop at night.

"Over the past few days, the Carlson family has been torn apart by internal strife. Their strength has been severely weakened. I plan to make my move tomorrow and take over all their territory."

Leon spoke to George with a tone of respect.

The way George had dismantled one of the thirteen families in just a few days had left Leon deeply shaken.

While the later gun killings were nothing extraordinary, the initial "accidental" deaths of the Carlson father and son had truly frightened him.

Even though he knew George was behind it, there was no trace of foul play. Everyone believed the Carlsons had simply been unlucky—one died from a fall, the other from a snakebite.

Sometimes, Leon wondered if George wanted him dead, would he too meet his end in some "accident," completely unaware?

It was terrifying, like the devil coming to claim your soul. No matter how you resisted, it was inevitable.

This deepened his awe and fear of George.

"Where should I transfer the money to?"

"No need to transfer it to me. Keep it in your account. I'll take what I need when the time comes."

George nodded in response.

He didn't have a bank account, and transferring money to Wolverine or Gabriela's accounts could expose his identity.

It was better to leave the money with Leon. He could withdraw cash when needed, and for larger expenses, Leon could handle the payments directly.

After everything that had happened, George was confident Leon wouldn't dare to mess with his money.

"By the way, after taking over Carlson's territory, try to liquidate as much as possible. If necessary, mortgage whatever you can to secure bank loans. Then wait for my call."

"Huh?"

Leon was momentarily confused, clearly not understanding the reasoning behind George's instructions.

George didn't elaborate, simply saying:

"If you trust me, do as I say. You'll make a fortune. If you don't, that's fine too. Just make sure to invest my share in Stark Industries' stocks."

He didn't need to explain his plans to rescue Tony Stark to Leon. In fact, saying too much could backfire.

As long as they made money, Leon's trust in him would only grow.

"I trust you. I absolutely trust you!"

Leon immediately responded, thumping his chest.

This wasn't just lip service out of fear. Leon genuinely believed in George's extraordinary abilities.

He thought perhaps George had the ability to predict the future and knew that Stark Industries' stocks were about to soar, hence the urgency to invest.

If that were true, he stood to make a fortune—far more than what he'd gain from taking over the Carlson family.

Despite being one of the thirteen families in the Bronx, they were nothing compared to the global giant that was Stark Industries.

After all, the Bronx was just the poorest, most chaotic part of New York, while Stark Industries was one of the wealthiest corporations on the planet.

One day later, the newly risen Leon family mobilized their forces, sweeping through the weakened Carlson family and seizing 80% of their territory, leaving only 20% to the last surviving Carlson leader.

Two days later, Leon frantically raised funds, even mortgaging his stretch Lincoln to the bank, showing his determination and trust in George.

Three days later, the runway at the mutant school opened, and an invisible jet took off, heading for Baghlan Province in Afghanistan.

The X-Jet carried only George and Isa, the pilot.

Originally, George had planned to have Leon arrange transportation to Afghanistan. But when he returned to the school and discussed it with Professor X and the others, Isa mentioned she was now proficient enough to pilot the X-Jet.

Professor X, during his lucid moments, had given her some professional training.

Since Isa could fly the X-Jet to Afghanistan, that was the best option. The jet could fly directly to the desert, saving time and avoiding the risk of exposure during transit.

As for why he didn't bring Wolverine along for backup?

Mainly because George was confident he could handle the Ten Rings terrorists on his own. Additionally, Wolverine was a well-known figure, and Tony might recognize him.

Even if Tony didn't, a quick search by JARVIS would reveal his identity.

George wasn't ready to reveal his identity to Tony yet. The more people who knew, the greater the risk of exposure. Even if that person was Iron Man, caution was necessary.

In a couple of years, when he was stronger, Professor X and Wolverine had regained their powers, and the young mutants had mastered their abilities, he wouldn't need to be so careful.

The X-Jet was fast, reaching the skies above the desert outside Baghlan Province in just a few hours.

"Direction Reveal!"

As George chanted the spell, a golden arrow made of shimmering dust appeared before him.

The arrow adjusted its direction as Isa maneuvered the jet, but it only pointed in a flat, two-dimensional plane—north, south, east, or west. It couldn't indicate elevation, which made it suitable for the desert but less useful in a city.

In a city with skyscrapers, if the target was on the 18th floor and you were on the ground, the arrow wouldn't help you find them.

This tracking spell wasn't ideal for complex terrain. For such environments, a more advanced spell that displayed footprints would be better, but George hadn't mastered that yet.

(End of Chapter)