Bang!
The canister shattered.
The extremely low-temperature liquid vaporized instantly, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The absolute deep cold of minus 196 degrees erupted instantly within Alexei's 70-degree high-temperature biological body.
This was a thermodynamic disaster on a microscopic level.
Alexei's movement, as he swung his sharp claws ready to tear everything around him to pieces, suddenly froze in mid-air.
He opened his bloody maw, which was split wide to his ears, and the furious roar rolling in his throat was abruptly cut off as if by an invisible giant hand.
It came to a screeching halt.
Then, starting from the back of the neck, the dark red muscle cells that were frantically dividing and metabolizing had the water inside them freeze instantly upon contact with the ultra-low temperature.
The ice crystals expanded in volume, like countless tiny daggers, piercing through the cell membranes from the inside.
The cell walls contracted and became brittle due to the rapid freezing, rendering them completely unable to withstand the internal expansion pressure.
That dark red, explosive muscle tissue faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a deathly ashen white.
A series of dense cracking sounds, like beans popping in a pan, emanated from within Alexei's body.
In that moment, the 108th block of Queens, which had been filled with roars and the sound of gunfire, fell into an eerie silence.
The cold mist, like living tentacles, greedily enveloped Alexei's massive head and back.
Countless fine cracks began to appear on Alexei's stratum corneum skin, making him look like a porcelain doll that had been smashed and barely glued back together.
In those blinded green eyes, the burning madness and desire for slaughter had been frozen, leaving only a cloudy gray-white.
He wanted to turn his head, he wanted to roar, he wanted to shake off the little bug on his back that was like a maggot on a bone.
But his nerve conduction had already been severed.
The commands issued by his brain were ruthlessly intercepted at the neck by that icy barrier.
The strength he took pride in was completely sealed within an ice sculpture.
Alice crouched on Alexei's frost-covered shoulder.
Even through her thick soles, she could feel that bone-chilling cold.
"Thermal expansion and contraction—a textbook-level demonstration."
She spoke softly, slowly standing up.
The core muscle groups of her right leg tightened instantly, power conducting from her waist to her thigh, then pouring into her heel.
That leg, which appeared somewhat slender wrapped in baggy sweatpants, now contained a terrifying explosive power sufficient to snap steel bars and crush rock.
"Game Over."
Alice gave a low shout, her body tracing a perfect semicircular arc in the air.
Her heel, like a thousand-pound warhammer, whistled through the air as it slammed down hard on the connection point of Alexei's neck spikes, which had been frozen brittle by the liquid nitrogen.
A crisp cracking sound rang out, like a massive glass object being smashed by a hammer.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone present.
Alexei's ugly, massive head, along with a section of his thick cervical vertebrae, completely separated from his torso under the heavy blow of that kick.
Countless crystal-clear ice shards, mixed with frozen chunks of green flesh, scattered and exploded under the dim yellow glow of the streetlights, spinning in the air and refracting light like a beautiful, eerie, yet violent aesthetic display of death fireworks.
The massive head tumbled through the air a few times and hit the ground heavily, rolling several meters like a bowling ball before coming to a stop by the tire of a scrapped Police car, frozen in a hideous, wide-mouthed roar.
The massive, headless body remained standing rigidly in place.
One second.
Two seconds.
It swayed.
Then, like a tower with its blocks pulled out or a puppet with its strings cut, it collapsed backward with a boom.
The ground shook violently, kicking up a cloud of dust and ice chips.
The biochemical monster that had left the New York Police helpless and treated a hail of bullets like nothing had thus turned into a pile of crushed ice and rotten meat.
It didn't even manage to let out a single death rattle.
The World went quiet.
"My God!"
Not far away, Commander Miller, covered in dust and crouching behind a wrecked car, stared blankly at the scene, his eyes wide and his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.
He didn't even notice the Glock pistol slipping from his hand to the ground.
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