"Alright, everyone, come out!" Eric, who had unknowingly walked into a small alley, heard the undisguised footsteps behind him and shouted, his back to the exit.
"Hehe, kid, since you've found us, we won't hide anymore."
Hearing the smug tone of the person behind him, Eric, who had turned around, rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that these people couldn't be idiots. What was there to be proud of with such clumsy tracking?
"Boss, this brat is making fun of you."
Looking at Eric, who stood quietly with his arms crossed, watching them without a word. Markel Hardy felt as if he was watching himself at the circus last week, observing monkeys perform.
He, Markel Hardy, boss of the Hardy Gang, the underground ruler of Smallville, a notorious human trafficker, had come out today to find a fat sheep, and was actually being looked down upon by the fat sheep.
"Damn it, kid, I'll make you regret this. I'm going to teach you a good lesson on behalf of your parents." Markel Hardy, feeling despised, decided to properly discipline this arrogant little guy, to let him know that some things can be done, and some things cannot.
However, to prevent the fat sheep from being damaged and difficult to sell, he decided that he alone could handle it. And in his opinion, with a kid who looked about six or seven years old, he could easily deal with him with just a flick of his hand.
Full of confidence, Markel Hardy had his subordinates guard the exit and went forward alone.
However, he came and went in a hurry. In less than two seconds, Markel Hardy was taken down by Eric in two moves, then kicked back, bruised and swollen.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving. I don't have time to play house with you guys." After speaking, he was about to lift his leg and leave.
"Fuck, kill him for me."
Markel Hardy's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, coupled with his golden explosion of hair, he looked exactly like an enraged lion. Clearly, he was in a fit of rage at this moment, wanting to tear the person in front of him to shreds, completely disregarding whether a dead fat sheep would be valuable.
In his opinion, as the boss, he couldn't even take down a 6-year-old kid, which was an utter disgrace. If other gangs found out about this, how could he continue to survive in the underworld?
"But, boss, if he's dead, he won't be worth anything."
The faces of the underlings behind him immediately turned somewhat unnatural. They were gangsters, true, and they trafficked children, true, but they hadn't reached the point of torturing and killing children. The Hardy Gang was already looked down upon by other gangs because of this; if they did this, wouldn't they be even more unable to hold their heads high?
"Go on, this isn't a kid, this is a mutant! What kind of kid is this powerful?" Markel Hardy, whose intelligence suddenly came online, recalled a gang meeting a while ago where his arch-rival, Enkobat Mark, the boss of the Mark Gang, bragged about catching a mutant and making a good profit.
The underlings, who had been a bit hesitant just moments ago, immediately changed their expressions, and their gazes towards Eric became greedy. They eagerly grabbed their handguns and walked towards Eric.
In their eyes, Eric was now a shining gold brick.
In Clovis, New Mexico, there was an underground boxing market that specialized in acquiring mutants for bloody combat to attract customers. Mexican drug cartels, NYC politicians, Wall Street investors, and even military personnel were among their clients. Of course, there were also some wealthy individuals who were no longer satisfied with reality and sought thrills.
Although some institutions could now transform ordinary people into mutants through human experiments, due to immature technology, the success rate was still very low, and these artificial mutants were all flawed. Coupled with the deterrence of the two levels of mutants, the price of mutants remained high.
An adult mutant without significant flaws was worth one million US dollars, while a young one could even reach two million US dollars. Even after deducting commissions, that would be enough for each person to get 200,000 US dollars.
Young mutants were very popular because they could be brainwashed and trained at a very young age, especially for gang leaders. Because in their line of work, they had too many enemies, and it was very necessary to have a powerful mutant as a bodyguard or cannon fodder.
Looking at the five people rushing towards him, and the system prompt sounding in his ear at this moment.
[Instant Mission: First Battle. As a Saiyan of a warrior race, being threatened by six weak Earthlings is simply a provocation. Kill them and declare the inviolability of the Saiyan to the world. Mission Reward: 120 points.]
"Sigh, it's like fate doesn't want you to live," he thought to himself as he charged forward.
The next moment, the body of the foremost underling seemed to have been hit by a speeding car, flying directly backward. The blood constantly gushing from his mouth clearly indicated that this person was already finished.
"Fuck"
The remaining few, seeing this, all raised their handguns, intending to shoot. The next moment, one underling's hand was directly broken by a huge force, and the handgun dropped to the ground.
Eric dodged a bullet fired by another underling. Although he was wearing bulletproof nano-armor, it couldn't prevent the pain. He casually grabbed the legs of a nearby underling and slammed him violently into the three underlings opposite, knocking all four of them to the ground. Then, under the incredulous gazes of the four, he unleashed five energy waves, instantly engulfing them.
Looking at his five subordinates, who were reduced to mere blood and flesh fragments, Markel Hardy knew that he had kicked an iron plate this time.
Markel Hardy raised his handgun, aiming at Eric's head. His entire body trembled violently from extreme fear, beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and his teeth clattered uncontrollably.
However, before he could even pull the trigger, his finger was gripped by a small hand. With a slight squeeze, the trigger-finger was directly crushed into a mixture of blood and bone.
"Ah, spare me, spare me, I… I'll never dare again."
With ten fingers connected to the heart, Markel Hardy, overwhelmed by immense pain, knelt on the ground, trembling, and begged loudly for mercy.
"If there was no mission today, I might have spared you, but…"
Then, under Markel Hardy's desperate gaze, Eric extended both hands and cleanly twisted his neck.
[Instant Mission: First Battle, completed. Reward 120 points has been issued.]
Despite it being his first kill, Eric felt no discomfort; on the contrary, he even enjoyed it. He knew this was due to the body; Saiyans were inherently a warlike race, constantly either fighting or training. Although he knew this before, he wasn't a pure Saiyan. However, after this incident, he decided to truly follow his instincts.
"Eric, I finally found you!"
Ororo, who suddenly appeared, stared wide-eyed at the scene before her: Eric covered in blood, the remaining human tissue and blood on the ground, and the pervasive smell of blood in the air.
All of this indicated one thing: someone had died here, and it was very likely Eric who did it.
"Eric, did you do this?" Ororo couldn't believe it, but all the signs here indicated that he did.
He didn't answer Ororo immediately, but instead asked, "Ororo, why are you here?"
"Of course, I was worried about you." The anxious Ororo didn't pay attention to Eric's change in address for her, and instead asked again, "Eric, how did you do this? You're just an ordinary kid, aren't you?"
Eric glanced at her indifferently, then gathered a burst of energy in his hand, threw it out, and blasted a large crater in the ground.
"Eric, you're a mutant, right?" Looking at the ground destroyed by the energy, Ororo said with certainty. Although there were many super-powered individuals in this world—mutants, super-soldiers, altered humans, mages, wizards, and so on—only mutants could use abilities at such a young age.
"Sorry, I'm not a mutant. I'm a Saiyan."
Ororo, having been contradicted by Eric, didn't dwell on his words. She thought Eric might not want to accept his identity as a mutant.
"Then, Eric, do you want to come with me to the school I told you about before? There are many people like you there."
"No, I like my current home very much, and I'm not a mutant."
He rejected Ororo again, and seeing that it was getting late, he prepared to leave, otherwise he would miss the bus.
"I'll find you again, Eric."
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