"You... uh, k-killed my brothers."
"Every day, every day at the market, you used rat-catching guns... uh, to k-kill my brothers."
"I... I'll make you pay for their blood with your own!!!"
The instant he finished that last sentence, the man's body had completely mutated into a Ratman, with eight scarlet eyes growing across his face.
By then, the Public Security Station's officers were already fully armed, wildly firing all kinds of high-powered guns at the Ratman.
Unfortunately, the Ratman was incredibly agile. He kept searching for cover to dodge their attacks, making him hard to hit.
However, the officers hadn't intended to hit him in the first place. They only wanted to suppress him and buy time for the Mechanical Cyborgs to arrive and clear the scene.
This Ratman wasn't very bright. He hadn't realized what they were doing and was still screaming about avenging his brothers, repeatedly trying to break through the hail of bullets sweeping toward him so he could slaughter all the officers in front of him.
"Chief, Headquarters says all the Mechanical Cyborgs are out on missions. They can't send anyone to help for about ten minutes. We're running low on ammunition. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out until help arrives!"
A member of the Public Security Team said anxiously.
The Public Security Station he worked at served only a neighborhood, and its ammunition stockpile was pitifully small. They couldn't keep firing at full blast for long.
"Keep up the suppressive fire. I'll bring the car around, then we'll all get in and lure the Ratman out to the suburbs. We'll buy time until the reinforcements arrive."
After dropping those words, the chief of the Public Security Station hurried off to bring the patrol car around.
He'd already realized that the Ratman