What the Hell, He's a Level Three Mutant?!

When Cavan saw the Lightning Dragon suddenly appear on the Combat Recorder, along with that blurry afterimage, his body stiffened.

His face was full of confusion. He couldn't make sense of what was happening.

He'd knocked away a sniper rifle bullet with his bare hands?

He'd released that terrifying Lightning Dragon and electrocuted his men?

And he was that fast?

"What the hell, he's a Level Three Mutant?!" Cavan exclaimed, utterly shocked.

It wasn't just him. Inside the abandoned factory, too—

Remy, who had felt sorry to see Lynn charge forward and thought such a Level Three Mutant was about to be captured, had his eyes wide with shock.

He looked utterly disbelieving, his eyes bulging as he stared at the scene before him.

What... what had he just seen?

That Mutant named Lynn had actually spat out a terrifying Lightning Dragon six or seven meters long.

In an instant, the Lightning Dragon had pierced through the armed men.

It had electrocuted those well-equipped, fully armed men until they were nothing but charred husks!

And that wasn't all. Lynn himself was like some peerless demon god.

He'd smashed several armed men's heads with a single punch and swatted away a sniper rifle bullet fired from afar with a flick of his hand.

This... this was a Level Three Mutant?!

Gambit Remy was shaken to his core.

He was a Level Three Mutant himself, but standing before Lynn, he felt like a raw recruit.

Boom!!

The terrifying fist tore through the air with a ferocious whistling sound, instantly smashing the rifle in the man before him to pieces.

Only after his fist had pierced through the man's body and the devil wearing human skin stopped moving did Lynn pull it back.

He turned to his left. A bald man was firing a rifle at him nonstop.

But perhaps because of fear, out of the dozens of bullets fired from a distance of over ten meters, only one or two struck Lynn. The surging current then pulverized them.

Lynn turned to look at him, his face expressionless.

His Mangekyō Sharingan slowly opened, carrying an entrancing quality.

In the next instant, the bald man, who was still firing wildly, fell under the illusion.

Unfortunately, he wore the same wristband as the prison guards from before.

The moment he fell under the illusion, a faint electric current surged from the wristband, jolting the bald man awake.

The bald man's eyes widened as he stared at Lynn in horror.

His rifle was completely out of ammunition.

Even his pistol was empty, having spent all its bullets firing at the Lightning Dragon.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye. Of the dozen or so teammates who had come to capture the Mutant criminals, some were dead and the rest were wounded.

They were all sprawled on the ground. The ones still alive stared at the Mutant before them in horror.

The bald man roared, pulled a military knife from his waist, and fixed his gaze on the Mutant before him.

"I'm not afraid of you! You damn Mutant! Even if I die, there's still the base headquarters, and Captain Cavan and Captain Locke!"

"Heh..." Lynn scoffed.

Watching the bald man's righteous expression, he found it ironic.

How could the people persecuting them look so righteous?

They acted like the victims, as if he were the one committing the violence.

"When you were slaughtering us Mutants, you didn't seem to act this way."

Lynn spoke indifferently.

Before the bald man could charge, black flames engulfed him.

After taking care of all the armed men, Lynn turned toward Gambit Remy, who was hiding nearby.

Remy looked at Lynn with a conflicted expression.

He'd originally thought Lynn, like himself, was a Level Three Mutant.

He'd thought he and Lynn could go toe-to-toe.

But he hadn't expected Lynn's abilities to be so terrifying.

In less than a minute, he'd killed every last one of those fully armed combatants.

This was just...

"Are... are you all right?"

Remy walked over and asked hoarsely.

He felt that Lynn was definitely the strongest Level Three Mutant.

He might even be a Level Four Mutant.

If he joined the Brotherhood of Mutants, he would surely make the Mutants' forces even stronger.

But if that happened, the war between Mutants and humans would only grow more intense.

Should he tell Professor X about Lynn?

Gambit Remy struggled with the decision.

He'd seen the Mutant children get gunned down, so naturally, he didn't want Mutants to suffer persecution again.

But if humans and Mutants went to war, it would inevitably cause permanent damage to Earth's environment.

No matter which side won, the whole world would lose.

That left Remy deeply conflicted.

He wanted the Mutants to gain more power and defeat humanity.

But he didn't want the war to cause permanent damage to Earth.

"I'm fine." Lynn shook his head.

He could tell Gambit Remy was struggling with something.

But he didn't care about that.

He wasn't safe yet. He needed to—

Just then.

Rumble!!

A terrifying missile tore through the air with a fierce whistling sound and struck the abandoned factory.

Blazing flames and a terrifying shock wave erupted in an instant, blasting through the building's stone walls and floor.

Outside.

Cavan stared grimly at the tablet in his hands.

The footage from the Combat Recorder had completely disappeared.

No matter how much he shouted into his earpiece, none of the seventeen people who'd entered the abandoned factory answered.

His face darkened, his eyes gleaming with a cold light as he stared at the abandoned factory ahead.

"You openly attacked government personnel. You damn Mutant, you will—"

"Captain, Big Regan and Andre are both dead in there!"

"Kill them! Avenge our teammates!"

"Fire the rocket launchers! Get the tank firing!"

"..."

In almost an instant, the cold war machine rumbled into action.

The steel cannon barrel aimed at the abandoned factory nearby.

Even the combatants below, carrying rocket launchers, began taking aim.

At the sight, the onlookers nearby turned pale.

They stared wide-eyed at the tank and the combatants.

Were they really going to use those missiles?

Those were military-grade weapons of war!

"What's going on? Why is the tank moving? Wasn't it just there to intimidate them?"

A Black woman stared in shock at the tank aimed at the abandoned factory.

Her house was right next to the abandoned factory. She prayed nothing would happen to it!

"Could those damn Mutants really be that powerful? Did they wipe out the advance team that went in?"

Hearing the person beside her, the Black woman's face filled with disgust.

"Those Mutants are scum. They should all be killed! Almighty Lord, I beg you, kill those Mutants, but please don't let anything happen to my house..."

As she spoke, she began praying again.

"Don't worry. With a tank and so many rocket launchers, those damn Mutants are sure to die," someone beside her reassured her.

"Government personnel brought a tank into the city to capture Mutants? This news is going to blow up online!"

A young man holding up a camera looked thrilled.

Whether the Mutants won or the government personnel won, he'd get a huge number of views and clicks!

Cavan's face was so dark it looked ready to drip, his eyes fixed on the abandoned factory ahead.

Lynn had taken out his men in no time at all, and Cavan hated him for it.

He might as well unleash every weapon and blast the Mutants inside to smithereens!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

They had one tank and eight rocket launchers. They hadn't brought the Patriot Anti-Missile System or the CIWS.

But even so, it was more than enough to take care of the two Mutants inside!

"Fire!!"

At his command, the tank's cannon let out a deafening boom.

The rocket launchers beside it roared into action as well.

Countless missiles tore through the air with a fierce whistling sound, hurtling toward the abandoned factory!