Gambit Remy

"Give me an order of barbecue and fried chicken, same as theirs."

Lynn showed no change in his expression.

Although the man before him was a Mutant, he was clearly keeping it hidden.

The middle-aged man looked up at Lynn, his eyes narrowing slightly, and replied:

"Sure. That'll be sixteen dollars."

Lynn took out the cash he'd found at the base and paid him.

Before long, the barbecue and fried chicken were served.

Lynn ate ravenously, grease running down his chin.

Ever since his identity as a Mutant had been discovered, he hadn't eaten a proper meal.

After he finished eating, Lynn left the restaurant, intending to get out of there.

The people hunting him had already entered the city and had clearly begun searching for him.

He needed to find somewhere safe first, then increase his strength.

"Hm?"

As he walked down the street, Lynn sensed that something was off.

He looked up and fixed his gaze on the reflective glass of a building ahead.

In the crowd behind him on the left, he spotted two people who seemed to have been watching him the whole time.

On the right, there were three more like them, carrying a bag and following close behind.

What was going on?

Lynn narrowed his eyes.

Had the pursuers found him?

Or had the local gang marked him as a target for a robbery?

He walked several more blocks and saw that the men were still following him.

Judging by the looks of it, they weren't pursuers, just muggers.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurried ahead, then suddenly turned right at a corner and entered an alley.

When they saw him go in, the five men behind him followed close on his heels.

As soon as he entered the alley, Lynn spun around and stared coldly at the five Black men walking in.

They were tall and heavily muscled, with pistols tucked at their waists. They were clearly members of the local gang.

"Kid, Boss Kevin spared your sorry hide. Didn't think you'd dare come back."

The Black man in the lead gave a sneer, then continued:

"Looks like you've never dealt with a gang before, huh?"

The other men drew their pistols and aimed their dark muzzles at Lynn.

Grinning maliciously, they looked him up and down. His Transformation Technique had changed him to look like someone else.

"Heh! Why bother talking? Boss Kevin put a Rape-Murder Bounty on him. Let's just get to it!"

Rape-Murder Bounty?

What was that?

Lynn was baffled.

From what these men had said, he could guess that the man he'd transformed into with his Transformation Technique must have been a target of their gang.

That was why they'd followed him on the street.

He raised an eyebrow. "So what do you mongrels want?"

These gang members looked like they'd done every evil under the sun, and they'd probably taken plenty of lives, too.

That was why Lynn called them mongrels.

"Heh... mongrels?" A cruel smile appeared on the lead man's face.

"Let's see if you're still saying that once you're howling and begging us!"

As he finished speaking, he stepped in front of Lynn and raised his gun at him.

He even reached out to grab Lynn by the throat.

With several pistols aimed at Lynn, the lead man was confident no one could fight back under the sights of their guns.

But the next second—

Lynn thrust out a hand and crushed one of the lead man's arms.

Scarlet blood sprayed everywhere. Jagged white bone fragments fell to the ground, bits of flesh still clinging to them.

"AAAGH!!" The lead man let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig.

When they saw the lead man's arm torn off just like that, the other four men gaped in horror.

Th-this guy... was he a Mutant?!

"Shoot! Kill him! Kill him, aaagh!!"

The lead man howled.

Blood continued to pour from his severed arm, dripping onto the ground.

The agonizing pain and loss of blood turned his dark face almost pale.

At his command, the stunned men hurriedly raised their pistols at Lynn and pulled the triggers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Several bullets shot toward Lynn.

But the metal bullets did nothing when they struck his chest.

With the reinforcement from Electric Current Drive and the powerful cells of DC Lynn's body, fifty thousand volts of Electric Current Drive could tear apart tanks with bare hands and punch fighter jets out of the sky.

Lynn's body was now harder than steel.

"Wonder how it compares to Adamantium."

When they saw Lynn's body stop the bullets cold, the men's faces went blank.

They stared at him wide-eyed, utterly stunned, as if they'd seen a ghost.

H-how was this possible?

Wasn't this guy just an ordinary person?

And hadn't Boss Kevin put a Rape-Murder Bounty on him?

How could he have become a Mutant overnight, with such powerful strength and defenses?!

Lynn punched the lead man into a cloud of blood, then slowly walked toward the four men still clutching their pistols.

The man on the far left trembled all over and dropped to his knees, begging for mercy.

"Please, I've got a four-year-old kid who needs looking after and an eighty-year-old mother who can barely feed herself. I'm just trying to make a living..."

"Eat shit!"

Lynn swung his hand and smashed the man's head like a melon.

Did he think Lynn was an idiot?

When he'd been pointing a gun at me, why didn't he mention his kid and his old mother then?

"D-don't kill me! I'll do anything for you. Rape me, I don't care—rape me!"

Feeling Lynn's icy gaze on him, another man started to take off his pants, ready to serve him.

But Lynn hit him with a Lightning Style Ninjutsu combined with Electric Current Drive, electrocuting him into a charred corpse.

"Damn mongrel, you think I'd be interested in you? I'm a fucking man!"

Lynn cursed, then blasted the last two men to death.

After that, he prepared to leave the alley.

But—

Lynn suddenly turned to look behind him and saw the server he'd met at the bar standing there.

Looking at the blood covering the ground, Remy nodded and asked:

"Are you the Mutant they've been hunting?"

Lynn frowned, puzzled.

Why hadn't he sensed the man coming up behind him?

Could the other guy travel through space?

Or was it—

When Lynn didn't answer, Remy continued:

"Tanks rolled into the city today, supposedly to capture Mutant criminals. Are you the one they're after?

Even a Level Four Mutant wouldn't be able to withstand those tanks, missiles, and terrifying heavy weapons."

"Who are you, exactly?" Lynn stared hard at the man in front of him, his eyes cold.

"Don't worry. We're not enemies." The middle-aged man spoke in a low voice. "I'm a Mutant, too."

As he spoke, a series of red lights began to glow in his hand.

Lynn wasn't surprised.

There were traitors among Mutants, too, so he had to stay on guard at all times.

Lynn kept his expression blank and asked:

"I already knew you were a Mutant. What exactly did you come here for?"