Chapter 11: I Must Enjoy Life, Damn It!!
Zzzzt!! The electric arcs continued to dance, releasing terrifying energy that stung Ian's skin.
But Ian continued to grit his teeth and persist. He could feel his cells rapidly absorbing the energy from these electric arcs.
However, this also caused his physical burden to grow tremendously. His whole body began to heat up, like a giant furnace.
His forehead began to burn, and then beads of sweat gradually seeped out.
Thick white smoke gradually began to rise from Ian's body.
Fortunately, it was already night, and the lights in the prison cell had been turned off. It was pitch black, and no one would notice him at all.
But even so, Ian felt that his cells were reaching their limit.
Was he about to burn out?
The Energy Absorption he obtained from the black-robed Ian was only half. The limit of his cells' ability to absorb energy was only 25% of this total energy.
And now, he felt he was approaching his limit.
His entire body was filled with the absorbed energy; it was equally agonizing both externally and internally.
It was as if countless ants were constantly biting the surface of his skin. And inside his body, his blood vessels, nerves, muscles, internal organs, and bones were all being frantically stung by wasps.
This kind of pain was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Even though Ian, in his past life, had been a fan of "Reverend Insanity" and considered his willpower as strong as Fang Yuan's, he had still almost failed to hold on.
Plop!! Sweat gradually dripped down his cheeks and hit the floor.
Ian's face was contorted, his teeth clenched tight. His hands gripped the Mutant Controller at his neck with a death grip, and only one thought remained in his mind—
"Damn it, hold on! I transmigrated to enjoy life, and I f***ing must enjoy life, damn it!!"
Supported by this intense belief, Ian finally made it through. The electric arcs from the Mutant Controllergradually weakened until they dissipated completely.
Ian collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, sweat pouring down like rain, exhausted, yet a smile appeared on his face.
Because he knew he had succeeded. He was about to deal with this hellhole and then start enjoying his life!!
...
Jimmy was a white prison guard at this Mutant Research Base.
His daily job was to guard the Mutants in this prison and bring them their meals. It was a very boring job.
If the salary weren't considered top-tier in Detroit, enough to cover his mortgage, car loans, student loans, and various credit card debts, he would have long ago gone into the adult film industry to become an AV actor.
But even so, life in the prison remained dull and tedious.
During his time in the prison, he couldn't even take out his phone, and he couldn't even see a woman with breasts bigger than her head and hips wider than her shoulders.
The long-term repressed life made him feel suffocated. He didn't want to use his hand to satisfy his physical needs; he wanted a woman.
So, Jimmy vented all this repression on those damn Mutants.
Whenever a Mutant was taken away for experiments, he would always sneak over at night to check on them.
And when they were done with the experiment and hanging by a thread, he would stab them in the back, abusing them to death.
Anyway, these damn Mutants had already been stripped of their human status, and they were going to die soon anyway. What was the harm in letting him have some fun?
At this moment, Jimmy was walking out of his room, holding a flashlight. He stepped out on tiptoe and walked along the steel corridor toward the prison.
But as soon as he entered the prison corridor, Jimmysensed that something was not quite right.
"What's with this panting? Could a Mutant be secretly practicing some traditional manual labor? Or is it..."
While feeling puzzled, Jimmy pulled a cold police baton from his waist. But after thinking about it, he took out a Taser and gripped it in his hand instead.
The Taser was a mainstream non-lethal weapon for the police and prisons in America, capable of firing two barbed steel needles connected by steel wires.
As long as it hit the target, it could release a full 50,000 volts of electricity, causing the target's nerves and muscles to instantly lose control and stripping them of the ability to resist.
It was definitely a weapon favored by SM enthusiasts.
Although these test subjects were disgusting, they were also assets of this Mutant Research Base. Unless they died in an experiment accident, these test subjects were valuable and could not be killed easily.
Jimmy gripped the Taser in his right hand and the iron baton in his left, walking forward cautiously and slowly. He walked all the way along the corridor, checking the cages on both sides, but didn't find anything unusual.
"Strange, could it be my imagination?" Jimmy muttered to himself. He could only attribute the abnormality he had sensed earlier to a hallucination.
Shaking his head and casting those messy thoughts to the back of his mind, he headed toward the cage he had originally intended to visit.
If Jimmy remembered correctly, that seemed to be the cage of a yellow-skinned monkey.
"Hehe... that damn Chinese person actually became a Mutant on our American turf." Jimmy sneered in his heart.
In America, the status of Chinese people was extremely low. Not only did Black people, who were at the bottom of the social hierarchy, dare to bully Chinese people, but even their own people liked to bully each other.
And Mutants were even more of an anomaly; they had been stripped of their human status and weren't even considered human.
Therefore, in Jimmy's eyes, the identity of a Chinese Mutantlike Ian was the lowest of the low, a beast among beasts; living in this world was just a waste of air.
His target today was naturally Ian, who was to be sent for experiments tomorrow. After all, since the guy was going to be experimented on, checking on him in advance would allow him to think about how to play with this yellow-skinned monkey when he slept at night.
As Jimmy thought about this, he grinned with a perverted smile, walked to the front of Ian's cage, stood on tiptoe, and peered inside through the iron bars.
His eyes darted around, scanning the dim and cramped cell, trying to find that figure.
However, a moment later, Jimmy frowned, his face showing a trace of gravity as if he had seen something serious.
He actually didn't see that yellow-skinned Mutant! What was going on? Had that guy escaped?
He felt suspicious and uneasy; if a Mutant had escaped, this would be a dereliction of his duty.
Thinking of this, Jimmy quickly took the key out of his pocket, turned the lock on the prison door, grabbed the handle, pushed it open, and walked in quickly.
As soon as he entered the cell, Jimmy spotted Ian sitting in the blind spot by the door. He felt a slight relief, and then immediately started cursing:
"Sh*t! You damn yellow-skinned monkey, why are you hiding behind the door? Do you f***ing know..."
As he cursed, Jimmy's voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
He stood there blankly, looking at Ian, whose eyes were gradually pooling with red light, looking like a demon, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
At this moment, Jimmy's head was full of questions. He really wanted to ask the other party why the Mutant Controller was no longer working? Why could this guy use his Mutant abilities again?
But his intuition told him that it was best to attack this Mutant now; otherwise, he was going to die!
Without the slightest hesitation, Jimmy raised the Taser directly and pulled the trigger at Ian.
Chapter 12: What is the Ultimate Insult?
Jimmy had never imagined that one day he would have to face these damn Mutants, as this kind of work was usually handled by the Armed Squad.
Whenever a Mutant riot occurred, Armed Squad Captain Pete would bring his men and use the most elite weapons to make those damn Mutants, oh ho ho ho.
Furthermore, to prevent these Mutants from rioting, Base Commander Adele had specifically requested a batch of Mutant Controllers from the anti-Mutant military.
This type of collar could target the mutated X-gene of Mutants, thereby suppressing their Superpowers.
Not only that, this thing could also discharge a high-voltage current of 100,000 volts, guaranteed to shock those Mutants like they were into SM.
As long as nothing unexpected happened, this base would be secure and foolproof.
But the problem was...
Now, something unexpected had happened.
Tonight, in the underground prison, Jimmy had encountered a Mutant who was unaffected by the Mutant Controller.
He gripped his taser, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger at the Mutant.
Could he win?
Jimmy asked himself, surely he would win, right?
Under his gaze, the steel needles shot from the taser made a puchi sound as they struck the clothes on Ian's chest.
The sharp steel needles pierced through the clothing, making contact with Ian's skin, and then began to discharge a violent current.
Zzzzz!!
Silver-white electric arcs flickered. Jimmy's heart was pounding as he stared intently at the scene, clenching his fists.
He... he would win, right?
Amidst the flickering silver-white electric arcs, Ian's body remained motionless, standing there like a statue, staring fixedly at Jimmy in front of him.
"You..."
Jimmy felt his mouth go dry and subconsciously took two steps back.
"Why are you fine?"
That shouldn't be right. Given the intensity of the taser, it was impossible for the Mutant in front of him to be fine.
"Guess?"
Ian tilted his head, yanked the steel needles stuck in his chest clothing right off, and grinned, revealing a cruel smile.
"You... don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'm going to call for help!"
Looking at Ian, whose face was half-hidden in shadow, Jimmy's thighs trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat began to seep from his temples and forehead.
Fear.
A deep-seated fear of Mutants, like a tide, engulfed his entire being.
Ian completely ignored Jimmy's fearful threat; in his eyes, the Jimmy before him was no different from an infant.
Adults don't pay attention to the babbling of infants, and he wouldn't pay attention to Jimmy's threats either.
After all.
Now, apart from Ian's own moral compass and self-restraint, there was nothing left that could constrain him.
He had already fast-forwarded to the "no longer acting human" phase!!
"Jimmy, tell me, what did you do to the two Mutants next to me?"
Ian stepped forward slowly, his eyes suddenly condensing with a crimson glow, like two beams of death, staring straight at Jimmy.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Jimmy felt as if he were looking at a demon from mythology.
"I... I just used them to get some pleasure," Jimmy said, his voice trembling.
"It wasn't me who killed them; they were all subjected to genetic experiments by Researcher Smith, and their genetic chains collapsed..."
"They were going to die anyway. I just... just put the waste to use. They were going to die regardless, so what's wrong with letting me have some fun?!"
As he spoke, Jimmy's voice grew louder, as if he felt he occupied the moral high ground, the side of human reason.
"OK, I don't care about any of that."
Ian nodded, and under Jimmy's stunned gaze, grabbed the Mutant Controller at his neck.
Immediately after, he lowered his head, and a crimson Laser Vision beam shot fiercely onto the collar.
Zzzzz!!
Under the terrifying high temperature, the Mutant Controller, which Jimmy had considered indestructible, was now scorched and deformed.
Click!
Ian ripped the collar, which looked like a sex toy, right off and threw it onto the ground beside him.
He looked up again, gazing at Jimmy in front of him: "I don't want to care about all that you've said; I only want to know one thing."
Ian walked slowly to a distance of one and a half meters from Jimmy, staring expressionlessly at the white prison guard.
"At such a late hour, what was your purpose in coming here?"
Gulp!
Thinking of his purpose for coming here just now, and the lewd thoughts in his brain.
Jimmy couldn't help but swallow, his hair standing on end, his whole body becoming tense.
If the Chinese person in front of him knew... that he had wanted to fuck him, wouldn't he be finished?
Damn it, use your brain, think of a way!
Jimmy had a flash of inspiration and ultimately decided to try and deceive Ian.
"I... I'm here to help you!"
He often heard Warden Mike say that although these Mutants possessed Superpowers, they were, to some extent, far inferior to humans.
And this area of inferiority was their brains.
That's right, under Mike's influence, Jimmy believed that Mutants had very low intelligence.
So he felt that he should be able to trick this guy.
"I came here because I discovered you had already broken free from your restraints, so I came to help you."
"I can lead you to escape from this underground prison, escape to the surface, and then take revenge on those researchers."
After figuring out his plan, Jimmy took a deep breath and continued.
"And... without me, you wouldn't know the distribution of the armed forces in this underground prison at all."
"You'll soon be discovered by Armed Squad Captain Pete and die at their hands. How about this, if you spare my life, you'll be able to survive..."
A crimson beam suddenly tore through the air, striking Jimmy's lower body, cutting off his next words.
"Ugh..."
A blood hole was shot directly into his critical crotch area.
Violent pain, like a tide, surged over Jimmy's entire body.
He widened his eyes, too late to scream, and could only follow his body's instincts, subconsciously covering his hollowed-out lower body with his hands, then falling weakly to the ground.
Poor Jimmy, facing Ian, was just like an infant; no conspiracy or action had the slightest effect.
"Put away your little schemes. Did you really think my world-class intelligence was just for show?"
Ian looked at Jimmy, who was lying on the ground with a face twisted in pain, and felt a sense of gratification in his heart.
Ever since he had transmigrated here, this white prison guard Jimmy had been serving him some shit-like, disgusting white-people food that was hard to even look at.
Not only that, he had personally witnessed the fellow inmates in the two cells next to him being played to death by him; it was simply disgusting beyond words.
Fixing his gaze on Jimmy's painful face, Ian didn't need to guess to know that this guy had definitely been eyeing him.
Damn it, is this the land of the free, America?
The prison guard in the prison is actually a fucking gay? Is this the so-called human rights of the land of the free?!
"Don't... don't kill me!!"
Although his lower body had been shot through with a terrifying blood hole, Jimmy still endured the ball-busting pain that ordinary people could not comprehend, and weakly begged for mercy.
"Rest assured, I won't kill you."
Ian was expressionless, his tone cold when he thought about what this guy had wanted to do to him at the beginning.
"I will only let someone do to you... what you wanted to do to us."
"I just want you to experience... what is called a fucking ultimate insult."
Chapter 13: The Ultimate Insult!
The ultimate insult?
As a native of Detroit, America, Jimmy had never heard of this term.
But that didn't stop his fear from instantly expanding like popcorn the moment he heard it, consuming his entire body and mind.
No one could remain calm when facing an out-of-control Mutant.
Jimmy was no exception.
He was just a prison guard as ordinary as they come; although he did discriminate against Mutants and had those kinds of perverted habits.
But he felt that his crimes didn't warrant death—at least, as a human being, he shouldn't die like this.
So, enduring the excruciating pain in his lower body, his face pale, he trembled and begged Ian with all his might:
"Please... please, don't... don't kill... kill me. I still have... a sixty-something-year-old blind mother at home."
"My younger sister... had a child out of wedlock in her youth, and then drug abuse led to... led to mental instability."
"My nephew is only... five years old now."
"They all need me to take care of them. I... I'll show you their photos. Please don't kill me, I beg you... please don't kill me, boo-hoo-hoo..."
As Jimmy spoke, he used his trembling hands and every ounce of his strength to try and fish the photos of his family out of his pocket, hoping to win Ian's sympathy.
But Ian simply raised his right foot and stomped heavily on his hand, saying expressionlessly:
"No... who cares about your family?"
"When you do these things to us, did you ever think about our families?"
"Prepare yourself for the punishment I'm giving you, you damn piece of scum!"
After speaking, Ian dragged Jimmy by his right lower leg and headed toward another cell.
Inside that cell, four Mutants on the verge of death were imprisoned.
They had been tortured by this Mutant Research Base until they were barely human, and even ordinary people like Jimmy often humiliated them.
From their bodies to their spirits, bit by bit, their personalities were crushed, and their dignity trampled upon.
He believed that throwing Jimmy into that cell would surely excite those Mutants who had been tortured beyond recognition.
...
Ellis was a Level 2 Mutant whose ability was bulletproof back.
In the first month after awakening his X-gene, he was reported by his former best friend, then captured by the anti-Mutant Armed Squad and sent here.
Now, he had already been subjected to four genetic experiments by that Researcher Smith.
On his back, one insect-egg-like growth after another had sprouted, densely packed together like a lotus root.
Every night, Ellis could feel his back skin itching, as if some kind of insect were drilling its way out of the eggs.
Not only that, even the prison guards of this facility often humiliated them for amusement.
Ellis remembered that it was probably yesterday when, because his back was itching, he took off his clothes and kept rubbing against the floor.
But that damn prison guard, Jimmy, walked over and dumped his food directly onto him.
Even... that damn guy even wanted to poke his butt with an iron rod!
This was the one thing Ellis couldn't tolerate the most; he felt violated—not just his body, but his dignity had been fucking violated too!!
"God, I beg you, if you can't let me escape from here alive, at least let me kill that damn Jimmy..."
Ellis leaned against the cold wall of the prison, praying to God in his heart, praying to every deity he could think of.
When he was first imprisoned, he had prayed to those gods people were so familiar with.
But gods seemed to be just people's fantasies; Jesus didn't exist, and neither did God.
Otherwise, why would he still be locked up here, staying with three other Mutants who were about to die, like an old man on his deathbed?
He was only 23 years old; how could he be about to die so soon?
Thud!! A collision sound came from the doorway, followed immediately by the sound of Laser Vision cutting through metal.
In the silent and dark cage, the sound was very clear, instantly making the four unrecognizable Mutants inside the cage alert.
It's so late, why is someone coming here? Who could it be?
That perverted prison guard Jimmy? Or Warden Mike, or perhaps Armed Squad Captain Pete, or Researcher Smithand the others?
Ellis raised his head and turned to look at the other three people in the cell.
These three Mutants, just like him, were all unlucky wretches.
The one leaning in the corner on the left, with two wings on his back and a sharp bird beak, was named Paul.
Like him, he was a young man in his early twenties, but unfortunately, he was only a Level 1 Mutant.
Not only did he have these bird-like features that affected his daily life, but he hadn't received any substantial combat enhancements either; he was truly unlucky to the extreme.
The man lying on the ground in the middle, who only had a torso, was Jerson, who had been tortured until he was mentally deranged, occasionally blurting out some absurd words.
And on the right was a boy whose eyes were always cold, and at a glance, you could tell he was thinking about taking revenge on this Mutant Research Base.
Ellis remembered that this boy was named Billy, 19 years old.
Billy had been captured with his girlfriend; he was a Level 2 Mutant whose ability was arm bone reinforcement, capable of achieving the same hardness as steel.
Unfortunately, Billy's girlfriend had died a week ago, and before she died, she had been violated several times by that animal Jimmy.
This also resulted in Billy being the one among the four of them with the most resentment toward this Mutant Research Base.
If Jimmy were severely injured and fell in front of Billy, Ellisbelieved that the other would exhaust every means to torture that damn prison guard.
The cell door was soon cut open.
The four of them hurriedly raised their heads to look over, and saw a figure being carried and thrown heavily onto the ground, letting out a scream.
"Ah..."
The moment they heard this sound, Ellis, Jerson, Paul, and Billy all fixed their gazes on the figure lying on the ground.
Although they recognized whose voice it was, they seemed somewhat hesitant to believe that such a thing could happen.
After all, this was the Mutant Research Base, the territory of Jimmy and his people.
If Jimmy had really ended up in such a miserable state, then... who caused all this?
If that person was a Mutant, just how powerful must they be to accomplish this in the heavily guarded Detroit Mutant Research Base?
"He is yours now."
From the shadows, a deep, masculine voice rang out.
Ellis and Billy looked up and saw a figure hidden in the shadows.
In the dim light, they couldn't see the person's face clearly, only the dark, deep facial contours covered by shadows.
This was a rugged, mature man, Ellis thought.
"Why did you do this?"
Billy looked up, his eyes fixed firmly on Ian, who was standing in the shadows; the other's towering, six-foot-three-inch, oppressive physique was suffocating.
"Why hand him over to us? You're a Mutant too; wouldn't it be better to finish him off yourself?"
Ian heard this, sneered, and replied: "I won't kill him so easily."
"That would be letting him off too lightly. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
"Now I'm handing him over to you, to give you a chance—a chance for revenge!"
"Use your most insulting, most torturous methods to return everything he did to those Mutants back onto him, exactly as he did it!"
"You mean..." Ellis frowned, "Let us fuck him?"
"That's not enough!"
Before Ian could answer, Billy, who was beside him, lunged at Jimmy.
He took off his experimental gown, preparing to torture this damn guy.
Ian could clearly see that the other's eyes were red, his face full of anger and the thrill of impending revenge.
"I'm only 19 years old; I'm going to die soon anyway, so I'm going to torture this animal to death!"
"Damn it, he tortured my Mary to death, I'm going to fuck him to death!!"
Hearing his words, the other three were silent for a moment, and then, under Jimmy's desperate gaze, they walked over and took off their experimental gowns.
"No... no..."
Jimmy's weak pleas for mercy were drowned out in the cell, drowned out by the angry voices of these Mutants who had once been tortured and humiliated by him.
"Shit! My hook..."
"Not that wound!"
"Holy shit! No!!"
Chapter 14: Why Are These Damn Mutants So Evil?
Whether housing ordinary people or Mutants, a prison is always a depressing and cold place.
Mike, who was sitting in his chair scrolling through news on his phone, had always believed this.
"Shit! Damn Tony Stark, are you fucking insane?"
Seeing Stark Industries' stock price plummeting, Mike cursed, his heart breaking.
You see, most of his assets were invested in Stark Industries' military stocks.
Ever since that guy Tony Stark went missing, Stark Industries' stock price had been steadily falling.
He had hoped that after he returned, the falling stock price would bounce back, but he never expected that the other party would just shut down the military division.
"Fuck your whole family! Goddamn Tony, why didn't you just die in the Middle East?!"
Mike was so angry his face turned beet red, speechless, everything left unsaid.
If only he had Superpowers like those damn Mutants.
He might have already headed to the Stark Industries building in New York to take out that damn capitalist.
"Oh shit! How could I ever fantasize about being a Mutant?"
After snapping out of it, Mike realized his thoughts were extremely dangerous.
Mutants weren't considered people; their abilities went out of control, they were ugly, and they had caused many tragedies.
He didn't want to turn into one of those deformed mongrels. It was one thing to think about it, but in reality, who would want to become one of those despised, pathetic Mutant mongrels?
"But come to think of it, it's time to take a trip to the underground prison and check on things."
Mike muttered, stood up reluctantly, put on his warden uniform, and holstered his pistol on his right hip.
Taking the two prison guards who were always by his side, Henry and Dennis, he entered the elevator.
Henry was a burly black man in his early twenties, while Dennis was a white redneck.
The two stood by Mike's side, looking like a black-and-white duo.
The elevator arrived at the underground prison, the door slowly opened, and the three walked out into the prison corridor.
Just as they were about to walk in, Henry suddenly stopped and froze in his tracks.
With his excellent eyesight, he saw the scene inside one of the cells at a glance—
In the cramped, dark cell, a shriveled figure was hanging in mid-air by chains, motionless like a roasted duck.
The figure was covered in filthy marks, and there seemed to be a few flies buzzing around it.
"Wait, sir, something seems wrong."
Henry swallowed hard, hurriedly drew his pistol from his waist, and warily scanned the cold, oppressive prison, feeling a vague sense of unease.
"I see a corpse. I don't know who it is, but I don't think it's a Mutant."
"What the fuck? If it's not a Mutant's, whose corpse could it be?"
"Are you trying to say... it's one of our men?"
Dennis felt that Henry's brain didn't seem to be working right, but then again, he was black, and black people's IQ... well, you know.
"Oh fuck, Henry, this is our territory, the Detroit Mutant Research Base."
"Those Mutants are all treated like pets, obediently kept here, waiting for us to study their damn Mutant genes."
"How could these damn Mutants possibly escape?"
Mike scoffed, not taking these Mutants seriously at all, not to mention the security of the cells.
Just those Mutant Controllers specifically transferred from the anti-Mutant military were enough to give these Level 3 Mutants a hard time.
"But I really saw it, Warden Mike, he's right there."
Henry kept staring at the cell, his eyes fixed on the corpse hanging in the shadows, his voice trembling as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
Whoosh!!
A light breeze blew, and the corpse swayed slightly, revealing a pale, exceptionally creepy face under the light.
"It's Jimmy, and John too!!"
Henry suddenly shouted, his voice filled with fear.
"They're both dead, tortured to death by someone!!"
"For real?"
Mike and Dennis looked at each other, both seeing the doubt on the other's face.
No reason, this black guy often spouted nonsense and stopped at nothing just to scam them for cigarettes and contraband.
So it was only natural for them to doubt him.
It's like when a simp's goddess is screwing you and takes a call from the simp, lying that she's out for a run, but the simp has already caught her lying before.
When things like this happen enough, anyone would be suspicious, unless they saw it with their own eyes.
"Where, Henry, tell me."
Mike strode forward, gripping his Glock 17 pistol with both hands, looking around vigilantly.
"There, the cell right there!!" Henry pointed in the direction of the hanging corpse, his voice trembling.
Dennis and Mike strode forward and went straight to Ellis's cell.
Through the window, they saw Jimmy, bound by chains and hanging in mid-air, his body shriveled, with something in his mouth.
And next to Jimmy, another prison guard who was in charge of this section—John.
These two poor prison guards, who knows what they went through to be tortured into such a ghostly state.
"Holy shit, why are these damn Mutants so evil?"
Mike's eyes widened, looking at the scene before him with the expression of a primitive ape staring at modern society.
He had originally thought that if the Mutants escaped, they would just retaliate and kill them.
But he never expected that those damn Mutants would be so disgusting!!
Dennis scanned the surroundings vigilantly, holding his gun with both hands, ready to fight at any moment.
"This bunch of damn mongrels, I didn't expect them to be so lucky, even with Mutant Controllers on, they could escape. Could it be a Level 4 Mutant?"
"Shit!!" Henry cursed, his dark face turning pale. "If I ever run into that Mutant, I'm going to fuck him up!!"
"You're going to fuck who?"
"Of course..."
"Holy shit! Watch out, that damn Mutant is behind you!!"
Dennis's voice, mixed with the sound of gunfire, suddenly rang out.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As he and Mike fired their triggers crazily, the bullets instantly hit Ian's chest, but unfortunately, his body was bulletproof.
Even the high-explosive armor-piercing rounds from Vought International in The Boys world couldn't do anything to him, so how could mere 9mm bullets affect him?
"Goddamn it, you're going to fuck who?!"
Ian's expression was ferocious as he strode up to Henry, casually pulled out his Dragon, and immediately began to output energy.
"Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Rip!!
The sound of flesh tearing suddenly came, and Henry's right hand, which was holding the gun, along with his chest, was instantly sliced open by urine containing terrifying energy.
Limbs and flesh scattered all over the floor, and a thick smell of blood spread through the air.
Two halves of the corpse fell to the ground, Henry's eyes wide open, his face full of fear, dying with deep resentment.
Until his death, he couldn't believe that he would one day die under a Mutant's urine.
What kind of death was this, anyway?
"Holy shit!!"
Seeing Henry's miserable state, Mike and Dennis's faces changed wildly, and they immediately turned to run.
But Ian held his Dragon, watching them quietly, grinning with a cruel smile.
"If you run, I can't guarantee your safety."
As his voice fell, Ellis and Billy four people walked out from the shadows, quickly blocking the prison door, cutting off Henry and Dennis's path.
Mike turned his head to look at Ian behind him, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked with a trembling voice: "What... what exactly do you want?"
"What do I want? Simple."
In the pitch-black shadows, Ian raised an eyebrow, retracted his Dragon, his face cold.
"I just want to become the master of this Mutant Research Base."
Chapter 15: Bullet Mouthwash
As soon as Ian said this, Mike and Dennis were stunned.
What did they just hear?
A Mutant wanting to become the master of the Mutant Research Base?
This Mutant, whom they had tortured, actually had such a thought?
Was it them who had gone crazy, or was he the one who had?
A series of questions popped into Mike's mind, spiraling out of control.
"You... you want to control this base?"
Mike's eyelids twitched as he looked at the tall, handsome Asian man in front of him, feeling utterly incredulous.
He had originally thought the other would want to ask about safe passages, escape routes, or something similar.
After all, for these Mutants to escape from their cages was already a miracle, a divine blessing.
But he hadn't expected this Mutant to be even crazier than he had imagined!
"Of course."
Ian nodded noncommittally, not caring at all about the shock of these two.
While Ellis and the other three were torturing Jimmy and John, he had already learned from those two prison guards that the strongest weapon in this Mutant Research Basewas a Mutant.
A Level 4 Mutant whose consciousness had been completely wiped out.
It had to be said, this was truly ironic; the Mutant Research Base, which discriminated against Mutants, had a Mutantas its strongest secret weapon.
This opened Ian's eyes, making him realize the shamelessness of these people from America.
Perhaps this was a hereditary virtue, just like how Edison stole inventions from his subordinates to patent and claim as his own.
People from America had always known how to practice appropriation.
"So... what do you want to know from us?"
Mike's expression gradually turned serious as he asked back.
"Let's make this clear: if we tell you what you want, you cannot kill us. You must spare our lives."
"Otherwise, we won't tell you anything!"
"What?"
Hearing this, Ian immediately frowned, looking at these two guys with a face full of rage.
"Shit! You don't even have any leverage now; you're the prisoners, and you're still trying to negotiate terms with me?"
"Do you think this is negotiating a dowry in China? How dare you open your mouths like that when you have nothing?!"
Ian was furious. He had never seen anyone who, with their life in his hands, still dared to be so arrogant.
This wasn't just ordinary arrogance; this was courting death. He had to strike hard!
Ian strode forward and, like hitting a primary school student, slapped Mike and Dennis each, then snatched the guns directly from their hands.
Immediately.
Under the stunned and terrified gazes of Mike and Dennis, he opened his mouth, pointed the muzzle directly into his oral cavity, and kept pulling the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The muzzle spat out scorching tongues of fire, and bullets fired one after another, only to be blocked by Ian's teeth and mouth.
Bullet mouthwash!
Mike and Dennis looked at Ian with dumbfounded expressions, as if they had seen a ghost, their hearts filled with horror.
"Shit! Where did such a fierce Mutant come from?"
"Is this even one of the Mutants imprisoned in our base? How did those idiots led by Researcher Smith not discover this guy's characteristics?"
Not only them, but Ellis and the others, who had originally been hesitant about whether to stick with Ian until the end, also stood silently in place upon seeing this scene.
Bullet mouthwash...
They were not people without experience; on the contrary, as people from America and also Mutants, they had seen a lot.
But even so, Ellis, Billy, Jerson, and Paul all looked at Ian, who was still using bullets as mouthwash, with eyes like they were looking at a monster.
"Even we can't do that!"
"What leverage do you have to negotiate terms with me? Where is that strength?"
Ian stopped, held the barrel, and handed the other end of the grip to Mike.
Then.
He placed his right hand on Mike's bald head and, imitating Liu Huaqiang, dribbled the ball twice with force.
"Take it! Aren't you very tough? Shoot me! Didn't you want to negotiate? Come on, come on, shoot here!"
Ian pointed the muzzle at his own head and shouted angrily.
Mike was almost scared to tears, his face mournful, looking up at this Mutant with a bitter heart.
"Damn Researcher Smith, what kind of bullshit experiment did that bunch of idiots do? This Mutant clearly has mental issues, right?"
In the end, he still didn't have the courage to pull the trigger. Even if he did, what would happen?
This guy could stop bullets, and even used bullets as mouthwash—it was absolutely terrifying!
What use would it be if he fired?
"I gave you a chance, but you're useless, you idiot. What did you use to negotiate with me just now?"
Ian withdrew the pistol, dribbled Mike's bald head twice more, and sneered.
"It looks like you want to taste the same package as Jimmyand the others. Ellis, Billy, hurry up, don't be polite, fuck them!"
Following Ian's order, Ellis and the other three stepped forward like wolves and leopards, their faces revealing ferocious, hateful smiles, looking like they were going to devour them.
"Shit..."
Seeing their appearance, and then looking at the corpses of Jimmy and John hanging in mid-air like roasted ducks, Mike's eyelids twitched wildly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
If nothing unexpected happened, would they end up with the same fate?
"I'll talk! I'll say everything, I don't dare to negotiate with you anymore."
He frantically pulled at his pants with both hands to prevent Billy from pulling them off, pleading almost with a crying voice.
"Stop."
Ian raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.
"Speak. The wise submit to circumstances. Although you two aren't exactly wise, at least you know the situation. I... can spare your lives."
After receiving Ian's promise, Mike breathed a sigh of relief and immediately prepared to speak.
However.
"Uh... say what?" Mike was stunned, asking in confusion, "You don't seem to have started asking yet."
Ian: "..."
"Shit! It's all your fault for fucking messing around for so long; you almost made me forget the main point."
He kicked Dennis in the lower body, the massive, tripled force instantly erupting, and immediately a crisp cracking sound followed.
"Uh, ah... Holy shit!"
Dennis's face instantly turned bright red, twisted in agony, his hands helplessly covering his lower body, hunching over while letting out painful groans.
Mike looked at Dennis's miserable state and dared not make a sound, fearing his own jewels would also be crushed by Ian.
"I need you to tell me all the personnel information and guard situation of this Mutant Research Base."
Ian's face returned to its usual coldness, radiating a faint sense of oppression from within the shadows.
Mike nodded, thought for a moment, and said:
"This base is divided into three areas: the prison area, the experimental area, and the administrative area."
"The superior above us all is the Base Chief, Adele. She..."
Mike paused and said in a low voice.
"She is a Mutant, and her ability is..."
Chapter 16: White Queen Emma
"Wait, you mean to say that the director of this Mutant Research Base... is actually a Mutant?" Ellis interrupted hurriedly after hearing Ian's words, his face full of astonishment and skepticism as he pressed for an answer.
"Of course."
Warden Mike nodded, his face wearing an expression of such pure innocence that it would put anyone to shame, terrified that Ian might kick his balls to pieces.
He added, "However, most people don't know about this. I only found out by chance that she is actually a Mutant."
"Continue what you were saying," Ian said, waving his sturdy right hand to cut them off. "What is her Mutantability? And why would a Mutant be the director of this Mutant Research Base?"
The director of a Mutant Research Base was actually a Mutant... Was this what they called compatriots screwing over their own kind? Furthermore, this reminded Ian of two sayings he often heard before he transmigrated—'Fellow countrymen meet, and one screws the other without hesitation.'
Getting screwed by his own kind before he transmigrated was one thing, but to be screwed by a fellow Mutant after transmigrating? This was just too damn miserable!
"I'm only guessing Adele's Mutant ability; I'm not one hundred percent sure." Mike took several deep breaths, composed himself for a moment, and then explained.
"That day, I remember a black Mutant who died after Researcher Smith finished experimenting on him. But after Director Adele took the body away..."
"I actually saw that black Mutant, who should have been dead, by chance one night!"
Billy looked up and asked suspiciously, "And? Is that all you know?"
Ellis grinned, revealing his white teeth, and threatened, "If that's all there is, I can't guarantee your safety from here on out."
After glancing at the ferocious expressions on both their faces, Mike's legs went weak, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Of course not."
His gaze passed over the four Mutants and landed on the tall, imposing figure shrouded in shadows behind them.
"I... I only know this much. Maybe her Mutant ability is... is being able to resurrect corpses, or perhaps... or controlling the dead."
Mike caught a glimpse of Dennis lying on the ground, clutching his lower body, his face twisted in pain, and felt a chill run down his spine. "As for why a Mutant would be the director of this Mutant Research Base... I really don't know about that."
"In short, I really only know this much. You said you wouldn't kill me!"
"Then you'd better tell us what we want to know." Ian's voice was low. Half of his face was obscured by shadow, revealing only eyes that were gradually turning a deep crimson, like a demon waiting to devour someone in the dead of night.
"Otherwise... you know what we're capable of."
"I... I know one more thing!" Mike was terrified; he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, fearing he would be torn apart alive by these Mutants.
"Before, at night, people would often sleepwalk for no reason, but we later found out that they didn't actually have any symptoms of sleepwalking."
"So I suspect this is very likely related to Adele's ability!"
Ian nodded slightly, his expression gradually becoming grave, his brow furrowing deeper. If this was all the intelligence they had, it still wasn't enough. Although based on the existing intelligence, he could use his world-shaking wisdom to determine the type of Director Adele's ability, without knowing the specific details, they were very likely to suffer a loss.
Thinking carefully, Warden Mike probably didn't know the specific details of Director Adele's ability either. Therefore, if they wanted to take over this base, they would need to find ways to continue gathering intelligence.
"Ellis, Billy, Paul, Jerson, he's all yours." Ian flicked his hand, then clasped his hands behind his back and turned to walk out of the cell.
The four of them nodded, stepped forward one after another, and approached Mike with menacing grins.
Mike clutched his pants helplessly, backing away repeatedly, letting out a shrill scream. "No! You said you wouldn't kill me! You're breaking your word, you damn yellow-skinned Mutant, you're not keeping your promise!!"
Ian didn't pay any attention to his screams and left the cell, walking down the corridor. He had indeed said he wouldn't kill him, but the ones doing the deed were Ellis and the others; what did that have to do with him?
However, Ian was still thinking about how to take control of this Mutant base; after all, the intelligence he currently had was limited. He also had to ensure that once the base was under control, news of it wouldn't leak out. Otherwise, if messy organizations like the X-Men, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, or the Thunderbolts came knocking, it would be more than he could handle.
This was the reason why he chose not to escape but to prepare to take over the base. Ian was always a man of world-shaking wisdom.
"However... to control this place, I must first unite these Mutants before I can take full action." Thinking of this, Ianquickened his pace and opened the cages where the Mutants were imprisoned one by one. Just as he was preparing to liberate these Mutants...
Prison Area, Armed Monitoring Center.
"Shit! Stop sleeping, grab your gear! Those damn bastards have broken out, hurry up!" The Armed Squad leader, Pete, finally noticed something was wrong in the underground prison and quickly grabbed his weapon and communicator, shouting loudly.
As his voice reached every post, the entire Armed Squadbegan to move rapidly. They grabbed their specialized firearms and put on bulletproof vests, rushing toward the prison.
"Damn it, which Mutant dares to run out and cause trouble? They must be tired of living!" Pete cursed angrily, deciding that once he reached the prison, he would use firepower to suppress those damn bastards.
With his well-trained Armed Squad and specially equipped modern weapons, he didn't believe he couldn't suppress those Mutant animals, which were at most Level 3!!
...
Emma Grace Frost was a Mutant who awakened her telepathic Mutant ability at the age of 16. After being abandoned by her family and sent to a psychiatric hospital, she was sold here by the director of that hospital. If nothing unexpected happened, she would end up like the other Mutants who died here, dying in this dark, hopeless place.
But today, it was different. She saw a tall, handsome Asian man whose eyes flashed with red light, shattering the cages that held them. That man rescued them, the Mutants who were supposed to die and never see the light of day again.
She followed these people as they escaped and saw the Asian man standing in front of everyone, facing the Mutant Research Base's Armed Squad head-on.
"Ultimate Bladder Sword! Ultimate Bladder Sword! Eat my heat-vision Ultimate Bladder Sword, dammit!!!"
In the blink of an eye, the Armed Squad leader, Pete, and the people behind him were all vaporized, turning into piles of flesh and gore that fell to the ground. Behind that man, countless Mutants widened their eyes, looking at the tall man with great excitement, as if believers seeing a god.
"Let's go! We need to escape quickly, otherwise we'll never get out!!" someone shouted.
"Right! Run! I don't want to stay in this damned place for another second!!" Someone agreed, and others followed suit, wanting to flee. Suddenly, the Mutants became restless.
However, Emma clearly saw the Asian man standing at the very front turn around. In those sharp black eyes, it was as if a lion was hidden, scanning its territory.
"Everyone quiet down! We don't need to escape!!"
"Shit! If we don't escape, we'll die. Don't think that just because you saved us, you can do whatever you want. I'm getting out of here to save my life!!" Beside Emma, a strong black man with crab-claw arms cursed, ignored him, and started running to break out.
Swoosh!! A blazing Laser Vision flashed suddenly, and the black man was instantly cut in half, with a large amount of flesh and gore flying out due to inertia. Ian scanned all the Mutants present with a calm gaze, his face showing not the slightest ripple, as if the one he had just killed was merely an ant. "Now... can you all listen to me properly?"
Chapter 17: Eat My Ultimate Bladder Sword!
"You... what do you want to do?"
Emma hid among the crowd of escapees, her beautiful eyes fixed on the tall, handsome Asian man standing before them.
"Like you, I am a Mutant imprisoned in this dark, soul-crushing cage where our lives are being wasted."
Ian scanned the Mutants before him, his expression blank, his tone low.
Though he was just one man, facing this group of Mutants, he radiated a powerful aura like a lion that could suppress everyone present.
"That is why I chose to resist—to resist these damned people who have imprisoned us and seek to persecute us."
"It was I who rescued you, which is why you are able to stand here and listen to me."
"You were able to get out, and you should all be damn grateful to me—grateful that I became your savior. Only I can lead you to survive!"
"So... you should now unite under my will, and then... help me take control of this base. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, all the Mutants present were stunned, staring blankly at the tall, cold-faced Asian man.
"Holy shit! Unite?"
"What the fuck, is this guy crazy, wanting to take control of this Mutant Research Base?!"
"Oh fuck, let's do this!"
Many shook their heads repeatedly, looking at Ian with expressions as if they were watching a lunatic.
Being able to escape from this prison was already a blessing from God, and yet this guy wanted to control this Mutant Research Base?
Was his brain broken?
Every Mutant present wore a Mutant Controller around their neck that looked like a sex toy.
Their bodies had even become weak due to days of failing to receive proper nutrition.
How could such a rabble control a research base that was well-equipped with weapons and had numerous personnel?!
Ian naturally sensed their doubtful gazes, but he did not choose to explain with words.
Because he knew clearly that if he wanted to convince these Mutants, he had to demonstrate his strength.
Thus.
His eyes flared with a scorching scarlet light, and all the energy he had previously absorbed concentrated in his eyes.
For a moment, it was as if two small suns were contained within Ian's eyes.
A crimson and dazzling red glow condensed, and the scorching heat it produced made the air distort.
At this moment, the red glow concentrated in his eyes was far thicker, brighter, and larger than before!!
A terrifying sense of oppression surged like a tsunami, rolling toward all the Mutants present.
Some of the weaker Mutants below even felt their breathing start to become difficult.
"Trust me. With my strength, my wisdom, and our abilities, I can lead you to completely take control of this research base."
Ian's voice was resonant and powerful, reaching the ears of every Mutant.
"Think about it, if we escape, what awaits us? Endless pursuit."
"Do you really want to spend your whole lives hiding, living in constant fear?!"
Below, Emma frowned tightly, a look of gravity flashing across her beautiful face.
Indeed, Ian was right.
Even if they escaped, they would have to face pursuit from the CIA and the anti-Mutant department, and even wanted posters from the America government.
Furthermore, the public outside, under the influence of government propaganda, was full of hostility toward Mutants and would report them immediately upon spotting any trace.
Once they escaped, they would face an endless life of flight.
This was not the life they wanted.
After realizing this, Emma immediately raised her head, her gaze landing on Ian's solid chest, and she was the first to speak:
"I agree with your point of view. Only by uniting and taking control of this Mutant Research Base will our future have hope."
And following her words, others nodded in agreement one after another.
"I agree too. Anyway, my parents were already killed by those soldiers who capture Mutants; I don't care anymore."
"Shit! I'm a Mexican, an illegal immigrant here in America, and also a Mutant. I have absolutely no human rights. I'm in!"
"..."
After the bandwagon effect took hold, those Mutants who were originally hesitant also made up their minds to join Ian.
Anyway, going out meant living a life where everyone shouted to beat them, so they might as well do something big.
Take a gamble; turn a bicycle into a motorcycle. What if they succeeded?
At worst, it was just death; they had already walked through the gates of hell once anyway.
Seeing this, Ian nodded with satisfaction, and then he had Ellis and the other three settle these Mutants in.
Then, he divided all the Mutants into several squads, and Ian helped them destroy the Mutant Controllers.
By the time things were finished, two hours had passed.
Ian sat in his cell, contemplating how to proceed with the next steps of his plan.
Just at this moment, a beautiful figure walked over and sat down right in front of him.
"Are you really going to lead us to take control of this base?" Emma glanced at the Mutants outside and asked in a low voice.
"Do you know that the people in the laboratory will be coming in two hours to select test subjects?"
"If you haven't thought of a plan yet, then when the time comes, we'll..."
"Are you trying to blow me?"
Ian raised an eyebrow and looked at the flushed Emma, suddenly speaking to interrupt her.
"What?!" Emma was stunned, her face full of confusion.
"You were looking at me sneakily, and your face is so red, so I thought you wanted to blow me. Isn't that right?"
Ian leaned in closer, his voice becoming low and magnetic.
Emma: "..."
What on earth was this guy thinking? Why was his language system so weird?
"I meant, there are two hours left..."
Ian interrupted her again: "Two hours until Researcher Smith's people come, and by then we won't be able to hide, so we'll have to face the entire base's armed forces, right?"
"I've already considered that. In a while, you'll see how we handle those guys."
"But do you want to blow me?"
Emma: "...Uh, no."
Two hours later.
Ian, Emma, Ellis, and the others were tied up securely, and several heavily armed security guards followed a researcher in a white lab coat, escorting them all the way into Laboratory 012 in the experimental zone.
"These are today's test specimens. Why is there a Chinese Mutant here?!"
Researcher Smith scanned Ian, frowned slightly, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face.
His father was Japanese, and he had half Japanese blood; what he hated most were Chinese people.
"No need to be so angry, Mr. Smith. These lab rats are going to die sooner or later. Shouldn't you be happy to see hateful people being tortured to death?"
Beside him, Tok, one of the security guards escorting Ian, wore a fawning smile.
"Yeah, torturing hateful people to death is indeed a very satisfying and happy thing."
Researcher Smith didn't answer, but Ian spoke for him.
Seeing Researcher Smith's unhappy expression, Tok's heart skipped a beat.
"Shit! Damn guy, daring to interrupt when you're about to die? I'll let you taste my dick right now!"
He hurriedly cursed, immediately preparing to take off his pants to teach this ungrateful bastard a lesson.
However.
Ian had long been prepared. As a Mutant, and with triple combat power stacked, his speed far exceeded these ordinary people!
"Ha! Eat my Ultimate Bladder Sword!!"
Chapter 18: Kindness to the Enemy Is Cruelty to Oneself
"Ultimate Bladder Sword!"
Upon hearing one of the Chinese Mutants shout such a bizarre name, Researcher Smith knew that things had taken a turn for the worse.
As a veteran researcher at this Mutant Research Base, he had handled and experimented on countless Mutants over the past few years.
There was no shortage of Level 2 and Level 3 Mutants who died on the operating table after being experimented on by Researcher Smith.
Researcher Smith was also well aware that those damned Mutants hated him to the core.
Just as he hated that night when the Mutant known as Magneto, whose Mutant powers went out of control, killed his wife and child.
But now, he felt like he might not have the chance to take revenge on that damn guy who founded the Brotherhood of Mutants.
Under the bewildered gazes of everyone in the laboratory, Ian let out an angry shout. Energy, like a sword, sliced through the air, whipping up a gale as it whistled past.
Sshhh-la!!
Tork, who had just been preparing to drop his pants to humiliate Ian, froze in place. Before the fear in his pupils could even dilate, he stiffened instantly like a frozen puppet.
Time seemed to have solidified; everyone stood frozen in place, and the entire laboratory was paused as if a video had been hit with the pause button.
Then, under the force of gravity, Tork's upper body, sliced open by the terrifying energy, slid off and crashed heavily to the ground.
Plop!!
Blood mixed with shredded flesh splattered everywhere. The thick scent of blood permeated the air, mingling with the pungent smell of disinfectant, assaulting everyone's nerves.
"Ah!!"
The female assistant, Anna, let out such a scream, causing everyone to snap out of their trance and look at that Mutant, whose eyes were glowing red and who had used Laser Vision to cut through his shackles.
"Holy shit! This damn Mutant has lost control, quick... quickly restrain him!!"
Researcher Smith turned his head in a panic and shouted at the two stunned, burly guards beside him.
Unfortunately, Ian and the others had come prepared and gave these guys no time to react at all.
The moment Ian made his move, Emma used her telepathic powers to interfere with all the guards and researchers in the laboratory.
Billy and Ellis lunged forward, each pulling out several pistols and firing wildly at the few researchers who weren't wearing bulletproof vests.
Paul let out a strange cry, flapped his wings covered in scraggly feathers, and immediately used his sharp bird beak to violently stab into the right eye of a black guard who was trying to open fire.
As for Jerson... this poor Mutant had only been left with a torso by the time he was done torturing Jimmy.
And after Jimmy was tortured to death, he still held on to his last breath, following Ian to torture those animals like Mike to death as well, before finally dying in peace.
The Mutants' uprising was extremely swift; it was clear they had come prepared.
These researchers and guards were caught off guard and, just like the unprepared ladies in a club, were sent to heaven.
Well, literally sent to heaven.
In just three short minutes, this battle between ordinary humans and Mutants had already ended.
Researcher Smith's legs went weak, and he slumped onto the cold floor, trembling all over as if struck by immense fear, looking around the entire laboratory.
The laboratory's originally snow-white walls and mirror-smooth floor were all stained red by the splattered blood.
Several dismembered corpses lay scattered about, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with the terror of dying with unfinished business.
"Wuu wuu... don't kill me, I don't know anything, I'm just an intern, I still have student loans to pay off, and a seriously ill father, wuu wuu wuu..."
His assistant, Anna, sat slumped on the ground, her pale face filled with terror.
Seeing Billy's pistol aimed at her forehead, Anna begged for mercy with a crying voice, sobbing uncontrollably.
She had just graduated from Wayne State University, had finally found a job that could support her and pay off her student loans, and she was still so young, and even... hadn't even gotten married yet.
How could she be willing to die?
Upon hearing her words, Billy also paused for a moment, hesitating about whether to kill this woman.
Before being captured, he was just an ordinary person as well.
And as an ordinary person, he naturally had compassion and empathy.
Seeing Anna crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and knowing her life seemed to be very difficult, he kept his gun barrel pressed against Anna's forehead, unable to pull the trigger for a long time.
Anna whimpered, covering her mouth with her hands, fearing that her sobbing would cause the out-of-control Mutant before her to kill her.
However, after waiting for a dozen seconds, the Mutant in front of her still hadn't pulled the trigger, which caused a glimmer of relief to well up in Anna's heart.
Could it be... she was going to survive?
The answer, of course, was... impossible.
Sshhh!!
A flash of Laser Vision shot from Ian's eyes. Anna was split in two as if torn apart by a giant hand, sliced directly down the middle by the laser, and then collapsed to the ground.
Billy snapped back to reality, looked at the tragic mess of shredded flesh before him, and his stomach churned, feeling nauseous and sick.
"Why... why did you kill her?"
His face gradually turned pale, and he turned his head to look at Ian behind him, asking in confusion.
"Billy, even though she sounded pathetic in what she said, don't forget, between us and them... are enemies."
Ian was expressionless, his voice slightly low and hoarse, like a devil that had returned from hell, ready to devour anyone.
"Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. If we want to survive, if we want to live well, we must be cruel to the enemy."
In his previous life, he had been influenced by the internet age and naturally had seen all kinds of works—movies, TV shows, comics, novels...
In many good works, there would more or less be some anti-logical plots that made readers feel like eating shit—
Some guy from the opposing faction, who aided the tyrant and did many bad things, would just reveal their pitiful background and experiences, and then be let go by the protagonist group, living on just fine.
Ian simply could not understand this kind of plot, nor this kind of brain-dead behavior.
Everyone is a damn enemy; if you are an enemy, it should be a fight to the death!
Why should you, a guy who reveals your pitiful background and miserable life story to win others' sympathy, be let go by others, letting you live?
Therefore... seeing that Billy might be showing signs of this, Ian immediately cut down Anna, and took the opportunity to educate Billy.
With Anna's death, the guards and other researchers in the laboratory had basically all been taken out by Ian and his group.
Only the last one, Researcher Smith, remained, who could be used to gather intelligence.
"This guy is the chief person in charge of the entire research laboratory, he must know intelligence about all the armed forces of this base."
Emma strode forward with her long legs wrapped in prison garb, walked to Ian's side, raised her gem-like azure eyes, and quickly glanced at Researcher Smith, who was cowering against the wall with a face full of hatred.
"However, looking at him now, if we directly interrogate him under duress, he is very likely to choose suicide and tell us nothing."
As soon as she finished speaking, Researcher Smith's eyes widened, and he cursed angrily.
"Fuck! You damn Mutants, don't even think about getting any information out of me!"
Ian didn't care at all about what this fly was buzzing about, his gaze turned to Emma, lingering on her snow-white neck.
"Do you have a way to make him talk?"
"Of course." Emma nodded, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, answering noncommittally.
"My Mutant power is telepathy. Although I haven't been able to fully control it yet, getting an ordinary person to reveal some intelligence is still very simple."
Ian raised an eyebrow. Telepathic Mutant power, plus the name Emma Grace Frost... Why did he feel... it was somewhat familiar?
"In that case, I'll leave him to you."
Since someone else could handle this guy, there was no need for him to waste his own energy.
Ian had always been a slacker who knew how to cut corners.
Emma nodded, placed her hands on her forehead, and stared at Researcher Smith, who was sitting on the ground with a face full of resentment.
Then... she activated her Mutant power.