At night, in the woods of an F-City park.
Hammerhead, the leader and sole survivor of the Taoyuan Group, was curled up naked in a corner, trembling uncontrollably. Like a young girl ravaged by seven or eight burly men, tears streamed down his cheeks.
You must know, he was a muscular brute standing over two meters tall.
Seeing him in such a state was truly both ridiculous and pitiful.
The formidable black combat suit he had been wearing had long since been forcibly stripped away. At the moment, he did not even have a pair of underwear to wear.
Fortunately, the two robots from the "Organization" that had come to retrieve the data and combat suit had also been knocked to the ground by people who had emerged from who knew where, allowing him to escape disaster for the time being.
But the problem was that Hammerhead had no idea what faction these mysterious people who had suddenly appeared belonged to, or whether they would kill him to silence him as well.
Mom... I was wrong... From now on, I'll work hard to find a job...
With his life under threat, the man finally realized that everything he had done before had been suicidal. He could not help regretting it and swore that, if he made it out alive, he would turn over a new leaf and start anew.
After all, whether it was the powerful "Organization" that had developed the combat suits or the wealthy businessmen in society who wielded enormous influence, crushing him was no different from crushing an ant.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of Aelionteu's Guardians, Hammerhead was merely an insignificant nobody.
After luring out the Organization's two robots, he had completely lost his value and was tossed aside like trash.
And who cared what trash thought?