Is This a Level 3 Mutant?! (Seeking Reads!)

Seeing the thunder dragon suddenly appear on the combat recorder, along with that blurred afterimage, Cavan's body stiffened instantly.

His face was filled with bewilderment, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

Deflecting sniper bullets with his bare hands?

Releasing such a terrifying thunder dragon to electrocute his subordinates?

And moving at such incredible speed?

"The hell? This is a Level 3 mutant?!" Cavan's face was etched with shock.

Not just him, but inside the abandoned factory as well.

Remy, who had originally seen Lynn take the initiative and felt pity that such a Level 3 mutant was about to be captured, also widened his eyes.

His face was a mask of disbelief, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets, staring fixedly at the scene ahead.

What... what had he just seen?

That mutant named Lynn had actually spat out a terrifying thunder dragon six or seven meters long.

In an instant, that thunder dragon had pierced through the armed personnel.

It had charred those well-equipped, heavily armed men into cinders!

Not only that, but Lynn himself moved like an peerless demon god.

With one punch, he shattered the heads of several armed men, and with a wave of his hand, he swatted away sniper bullets fired from afar.

This... this is a Level 3 mutant?!

Gambit Remy's mind was shaken to its core.

He was also a Level 3 mutant, but standing before Lynn, he felt like a raw recruit.

BOOM!!

The terrifying fist tore through the airflow, emitting a violent whistle, and instantly shattered the rifle of the man in front of him into pieces.

Only after piercing through the man's body and seeing the devil in human skin stop moving did Lynn pull his fist back.

He turned his head to the left, where a bald man was continuously firing his rifle at him.

But perhaps due to fear, out of the dozen or so bullets fired from ten meters away, only one or two struck Lynn, only to be pulverized by the surging electric current.

Lynn turned to look at him, his face devoid of any expression.

A pair of Mangekyou Sharingan slowly opened, carrying a sense of soul-enthralling charm.

The next instant, the bald man, still firing frantically, was ensnared by the illusion.

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

The moment he fell into the illusion, a faint electric current surged from the wristband, jolting the bald man back to consciousness.

The bald man's eyes widened, staring at Lynn in front of him with sheer terror.

The rifle in his hands was completely out of ammo.

Even his sidearm was empty, having been fired at the thunder dragon earlier.

He swept his gaze across his surroundings; more than a dozen teammates who had come to capture the mutant criminal were either dead or crippled.

They all lay on the ground, and those still alive stared at the mutant before them with faces full of horror.

The bald man let out a roar, drew a military dagger from his waist, and locked his eyes onto the mutant.

"I'm not afraid of you! Damn mutant, even if I die, there's still the base headquarters, and Captain Cavan and Captain Locke!"

"Heh..." Lynn sneered.

Looking at the bald man's righteous expression, he only felt it was ironic.

Why could this group of people who persecuted them put on such a righteous front?

Acting as if they were the victims, making it seem as though he were the aggressor.

"You didn't seem like this when you were slaughtering our kind."

Lynn said indifferently.

Before the bald man could charge, a jet-black flame engulfed him.

After dealing with all the armed personnel, Lynn turned to look at Gambit Remy, who was hiding not far away.

Remy looked at Lynn with a complex expression.

He had originally thought that Lynn was just like him, a Level 3 mutant.

He had expected to be evenly matched with Lynn.

But he hadn't expected the other man's abilities to be so terrifying.

In less than a minute, that entire group of fully armed combatants had been wiped out.

This was simply...

"Are... are you alright?"

Remy stepped forward, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse as he asked.

He felt that this guy Lynn was definitely the strongest Level 3 mutant.

He might even be a Level 4 mutant.

If he joined the Brotherhood of Mutants, he would certainly make the mutant faction much stronger.

But if that happened, the war between mutants and humans would only become increasingly intense.

Should he report Lynn's information to Professor X?

Gambit Remy was struggling internally.

He had seen the scene where those mutant children were gunned down, so naturally, he did not want mutants to suffer persecution again.

But once war broke out between humans and mutants, it would inevitably cause permanent damage to the Earth's environment.

No matter who won, both sides would be losers in this conflict.

This left Remy feeling very conflicted.

He wanted mutants to gain greater power and defeat the humans.

Yet, he did not want the Earth to suffer permanent consequences because of this war.

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

He could sense that Gambit Remy seemed to be struggling with something.

But he didn't care about any of that.

His current situation was not yet safe, and he needed to...

Just then.

BOOM!!

A terrifying missile tore through the air, erupting with a violent whistle as it slammed directly into the abandoned factory.

Intense flames and a horrific shockwave exploded in an instant, blasting through the building's stone walls and floor.

Outside.

Cavan stared at the tablet in his hand with an ugly expression.

On the screen, the feed from the combat recorders had completely vanished.

Even though he kept shouting into his headset, none of the seventeen people who had entered the abandoned factory responded to him.

His face was grim, his eyes gleaming with a cold, chilling light as he stared fixedly at the abandoned factory ahead.

"Openly attacking official department personnel, damn mutants, you will..."

"Captain, the big bald guy Regan and the black guy Andre, they're all dead inside!"

"Kill them! Avenge our teammates!!"

"Fire the rocket launchers! Tanks, fire at will!!"

"..."

In almost an instant, the cold war machines began to engage.

Steel-forged gun barrels aimed at the abandoned factory not far away.

Even the combat personnel below, carrying rocket launchers and missiles, began to take aim.

Seeing this, the crowd nearby turned pale with shock.

They widened their eyes, staring intently at the tanks and the combat personnel.

Were they really going to use those missiles?

These were military-grade weapons of war!

"What's going on? Why are the tanks engaging? Aren't these things just for deterrence?"

A black woman stared in astonishment at the tanks aiming at the abandoned factory.

Her house was right next to the factory; she prayed nothing would happen to it!

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

Hearing the person next to her, the black woman immediately wore an expression of disgust.

"Those mutant pieces of trash, they should all be killed! Almighty Lord, I beg you to kill those mutants, just don't let it affect my house..."

As she spoke, she began to pray.

"Don't worry, with tanks and so many rocket launchers and missiles, those damn mutants are sure to die," the person next to her comforted.

"Official department personnel actually bringing tanks into the city to capture mutants—this news is definitely going to go viral online!"

A young man holding a camera looked full of excitement.

Regardless of whether the mutants or the official department personnel won, he would get massive traffic and clicks!

Cavan's face was as dark as ink, his eyes locked firmly on the abandoned factory ahead.

In such a short time, Lynn had dealt with his men, making him grit his teeth in hatred.

He decided to simply unleash all his firepower and blast every mutant inside into dust.

A cold, icy glint flickered in his eyes.

He hadn't brought the Patriot Anti-Missile System or the close-in weapon systems, but he still had a tank and eight rocket launchers.

Even so, it was more than enough to finish off the two mutants inside!

"Fire!!"

Following his command, the tank's barrel let out a violent roar in an instant.

The rocket launchers beside it also activated in succession.

Countless missiles tore through the air, carrying a fierce whistling sound as they slammed toward the abandoned factory!