Chapter 9: It Smiled
Everyone coveted this newborn Mutant. This was especially true for those who had witnessed the vast, boundless power of Professor X and Magneto; they were driven mad with the desire to possess a Level Four Mutant of their own.
The best way to deal with a Level Four Mutant and ensure one's own safety was to have a Level Four Mutant on your side for a head-on confrontation. At worst, it would create a stalemate, guaranteeing a safe retreat.
The men who had been lurking for a long time slowly emerged, surrounding Tony from a distance. Yet, they were wary and didn't dare get too close.
Tony's hand twitched slightly, and a cell phone slid out from his sleeve.
"Trying to call for help?" The leader laughed, and the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed. He revealed a faint smile and said, "If you cooperate obediently, I guarantee my men won't harm you. On the contrary, we can become good friends, can't we? I've looked into you. You come from humble origins, you've never enjoyed the finer things. I can give you everything you want, as long as you work for my Boss."
He was an assassin. He had carried out many such interceptions, with a success rate of over seventy percent. Prey targeted by him rarely escaped. Even if the target was a Mutant, the outcome would be no different.
So what if he was a High-Level Mutant? He had a weak character, lacking even the thought or courage to resist. Utterly useless.
As he thought this, a subtle sneer appeared on his face.
"Cooperate my ass," Tony said with a smile.
The assassin was stunned. He saw Tony's hand suddenly clench, and the phone in his palm let out a series of clicks and clacks, unbelievably transforming into a pistol gleaming with a metallic luster!
With a loud bang, the assassin was shot in the chest. A line of blood streamed out as he collapsed in astonishment.
In a flash, the lead assassin was taken down. Many of the others hadn't even processed what happened and were left dumbfounded.
How was this possible! Wasn't this Mutant's ability to modify battle vehicles? What was that about a phone turning into a gun?!
Another series of clacking sounds was heard as several watches on Tony's body assembled into a helmet and a small set of armor, instantly protecting his head, chest, and other vital areas. Before leaving, he had requested three watches from Agent Coulson. Combined with his own, they were enough to protect his vitals after some modification.
Tony was ruthless, quickly firing into the most crowded area of the group, but his marksmanship was poor, and he only managed to kill a few people.
This was his first time facing enemies head-on, but his heart was surprisingly calm. It made sense. Not everyone possessed the overwhelming might and pressure of Abomination. Fighting a Monster like Abomination was truly walking the line between life and death. This situation was far from that level.
Tony was now attempting to assemble firearms. Although he didn't understand their specific construction, he could still crudely use Allspark Energy to launch metal spheres. This was a leap in Combat Power, meaning he no longer had to assemble a large blade and charge in to fight as he did before.
For a moment, gunshots erupted. These men were all vicious and merciless. Since they had started, they had to see it through to the end! Their grimacing faces were filled with deep cruelty.
Tony had already rolled behind a car for cover.
"Mr. Tony, there's no need for us to do this. We can still talk. We can absolutely be friends," someone shouted to him.
"How do we become friends?" Tony responded, silently calculating his total Allspark Energy as he quietly placed the gun on the ground.
The firearm began to transform stealthily, becoming a tiny, pocket-sized Transformer. If news of this scene got out, it would cause an unimaginable frenzy. This was a creative power akin to a creator god's!
Much of the Little Transformer's metal had just been fired as bullets, so its body was smaller. This was a weakness Tony had currently discovered in his abilities.
Besides, if he couldn't get through this, he would die, so thinking too far ahead was useless.
"You and I, we step out now and have a good talk. I'll represent my Boss and negotiate with you... Our Boss is very interested in you!"
As the man spoke, he slowly walked out. Tony also emerged, his face expressionless.
The man was ecstatic, inwardly cursing Tony as a novice fool. Did he really think this was a movie, where everyone would laugh and become brothers after a fight?
But he failed to notice a small thing stealthily moving in the dim light, taking a wide circle to sneak up beside him, silent and undiscovered.
"If you refuse our recruitment and refuse to surrender, then just die!" he roared in a low voice.
The large ring he wore was actually a miniature firearm. He had used it to kill many famous individuals with such sneak attacks.
But a little something was faster than him!
The Little Transformer leaped out from the shadows, letting out a cry as it charged the man. It reached him in an instant and brutally cut at his ankle with a small chainsaw.
Caught completely off guard, the man let out a bloodcurdling shriek. He tried to reach down to clutch his wound, his cries piercingly sharp and chilling to the bone.
"What the hell is this thing now?!"
The men were shaken, but their actions were swift. Many pulled out machine guns and opened fire wildly. The little thing dodged and leaped, quickly found Tony, zipped behind him, then took another wide circle and vanished.
The gunfire was deafening, but a small thing kept zipping across the ground, cutting down one enemy after another. Many fell screaming, destined to spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.
The men were getting scared. These guys, their hands soaked in blood, had seen plenty of action, and many were even veterans. But at this moment, they were truly unnerved. They had never seen anything so bizarre—something that could move on its own and transform into all sorts of strange things.
"Did you really think I was a pushover?!" Tony controlled the Little Transformer, watching as the arrogant thugs fell one by one.
This was one of his two newest Allspark creations and his current trump card. Although his brain had been injured and his abilities had declined, the fundamental nature of his power remained. His control was far more adept than when he had first gone through his Awakening. The only difference was that his stored Allspark Energy was less than before.
It was more than enough to deal with this scum. These people were merely an appetizer, Cannon Fodder.
Anyone with half a brain wouldn't send a bunch of goons like this to kill him.
"Use the rocket launcher! Don't worry about friendly fire! Just kill this Monster already!"
The assassin shouted, preparing to deploy his men to finish off this hateful guy. For an assassin to be ambushed by a rookie was the ultimate humiliation.
This assassin had killed countless people. His skills were exceptional. Though he was injured, his Physique and hearing should have been enough to dodge the little monster's attacks in time.
Almost in the next second, the top-tier assassin screamed and collapsed. His foot had been severed by a high-speed rotating chainsaw thrown by the little thing. Blood splattered three feet high, and he fainted from the shock, inspiring immense fear in the others.
Holy crap, it can throw it too?! What's next, is it gonna fly?!
The men were terrified. A ruthless one who dared to fight pulled out a rocket launcher and aimed at Tony's position, intending to obliterate him with a high-powered weapon.
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!
An engine roared to life. A motorcycle's headlights suddenly flashed on. Without any warning, like a beast let off its leash, it exploded into action. It charged forward with extremely savage and ferocious momentum, performed a standing jump, and crashed into the burly man shouldering the rocket launcher.
The ambushers were going insane. Have you ever seen a motorcycle that can drive, turn, and even freaking jump up and hit people on its own?! The key thing was, its driving skills were so damn good!
Before the terrified and trembling eyes of the crowd, the motorcycle transformed, rapidly becoming a human-sized Robot. They weren't sure if it was a delusion, but they thought they saw the Monster's lips curl up into a grotesque smile.
It smiled...
IT F***ING SMILED, AHHHHHH!!!
Tony clutched his head in pain as he remotely controlled the motorcycle Transformer. Under countless horrified and despairing gazes, it picked up the rocket launcher from the ground. There was still one rocket inside.
The motorcycle was his second newly prepared Allspark creation!
(end of chapter)