Laboratory Massacre

Hoo!!

The baton that came crashing down did not strike the damn mutant as Brando had imagined.

"Holy shit! You still dare to dodge?!"

Brando's fury burned, and he gripped his baton tightly, swinging it fiercely at Lynn once more.

Unfortunately, Lynn dodged it again with a light flicker.

Seeing this, the middle-aged researcher Grant frowned slightly, a flash of disgust crossing his eyes as he spoke slowly:

"Subject 52, I advise you not to think about resisting. Cooperate obediently, otherwise..."

He did not believe that the mutant before him could do anything.

After all, the other party was still wearing a Mutant Controller around his neck.

As long as that thing was there, even a Level 3 mutant could only act like a dead dog.

"Damn mutant freak! You're dead meat!"

Brando sneered, a look of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

He had never liked these mutant freaks, and now that this damn guy Lynn dared to resist him, his anger only intensified.

The other prison guards saw this and also tightened their grips on their batons, walking toward Lynn.

Not far away, several researchers in white lab coats looked up toward the scene.

Seeing the prison guards surrounding the mutant boy with batons, a look of disgust crossed their indifferent faces.

Things like this had happened before, but those people had all ended up beaten to a pulp.

These damn mutants just never learned their lesson; they loved to struggle in vain.

However.

The scene of the mutant freak being brutally beaten that they had imagined did not occur.

Instead, the baton Brando swung down was caught directly by Lynn.

Lynn said with a calm face: "You damn animals should all go to hell!"

Creak!

His muscular, knotted arm twisted violently, and the terrifying power brought by the Electric Current Drive twisted the solid iron baton into a pretzel.

"What?!"

"Fuck! How could he reach this level?!"

Everyone present widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Lynn, who had twisted the baton into a pretzel, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Quick! Activate the Mutant Controller, that thing is still on his neck!"

Brando hurriedly pulled the remote for the Mutant Controller out of his pocket.

He looked at the expressionless Lynn before him, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

"Subject 52, although you have great strength, the Mutant Controller can control Level 3 and even Level 4 mutants.

You damn Level 1 mutant freak, I advise you to kneel and beg for mercy, otherwise..."

"Heh." Lynn sneered, looking at the guy before him as if he were an idiot.

"Mutant Controller?"

Under everyone's gaze, his right hand quickly grabbed the Mutant Controller.

Golden electricity flowed from his fingertips, directly piercing through the metal collar on his hand.

With a rip, the Mutant Controller was torn off by Lynn and tossed in front of Brando.

Gulp!

Everyone present swallowed hard, staring at the mutant in front of them in horror.

This... how is this possible?

Wasn't Subject 52's mutant ability the control of weak bio-electricity?

How could he possess such powerful strength?

"Fuck! Stop right there, what are you doing?!"

Whether it was the previously sneering Brando or the indifferent researcher Grant, their faces no longer held their former composure.

"What am I doing?" Lynn grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.

"Of course, I'm going to blast you animals to pieces!"

His face was filled with murderous intent, and his eyes suddenly transformed into the appearance of the Mangekyou Sharingan.

Terrifying pitch-black flames suddenly appeared in the laboratory, burning toward Brando and Grant.

Immediately following, Lynn's entire body transformed into a blurred afterimage.

A punch carrying terrifying power slammed directly into the four prison guards behind the two men.

Countless bits of flesh and blood flew everywhere, scarlet gore spraying across the room and splattering onto the floor.

The destructive force pulverized that pack of curs into smithereens.

Screams erupted suddenly, and the remaining researchers panicked, scrambling toward the exit.

Lynn, naturally, did not let them go.

He formed a seal with one hand and opened his mouth: "Lightning Style: Thunder Blast!"

A terrifying spear of lightning tore through the air, piercing through the five researchers.

The high-intensity, fearsome electricity raged wildly, instantly incinerating the five curs who had persecuted the lives of mutants into ash.

"Impossible! How could you possibly possess such abilities?!"

Brando's face was filled with shock and confusion, and Grant, standing beside him, wore the same expression.

They could not understand how a guy who was only a Level 1 mutant could produce such black flames and even spit lightning.

Even though they had seen the ability to produce flames on the surveillance footage, they still hadn't believed Lynn could resist them.

But now, in just a few short seconds, the laboratory had become a living hell.

Was this even scientific?

"Why is it impossible?" Lynn countered.

"You..." Brando froze, but then his face surged with resentment.

"You devil, how could you possibly possess such power?!"

"I'm the devil?" Lynn sneered. "Compared to what you people have done, who is the real devil?"

Just then, Grant, the middle-aged researcher who had been slumped on the ground, pulled a handgun directly from his pocket.

The pitch-black muzzle aimed at Lynn, and he pulled the trigger several times in succession.

Bullets exploded from the barrel, shooting fiercely toward Lynn ahead.

However.

The bullets struck Lynn's body, only managing to pierce his clothes.

They couldn't penetrate even a fraction of his skin, not even leaving a mark.

Seeing this, despair washed over Grant's face.

"Damn it, how could you have such an ability?!" he cried out in horror.

Lynn grabbed the middle-aged man, who was already being scorched by the Amaterasu flames, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"You hit me three times, I hit you three times; that's fair, right?"

With that, he didn't wait for the man to struggle frantically, but instead clenched his fist.

Zzzzt...

Golden electricity surged between his cells.

BOOM!!

A punch filled with immense force directly blew apart the head of the base's chief officer.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a thick, metallic stench.

Following that, Lynn threw two more punches, smashing the devil in human skin into pieces.

After finishing this, Lynn turned his head to look at Brando, whose body had already been more than half consumed by the Amaterasu flames.

Seeing the man's gaze fixed upon him, Brando trembled, shouting incoherently:

"Don't... don't kill me..."

Lynn stepped on his head, and looking at the frustrated expression on the man's face, he felt a surge of satisfaction rise in his heart.

Even the friction between his cells began to accelerate.

The driving current also spiked at this moment, rising from ten thousand volts to fifteen thousand volts.

Lynn asked, "You cur, didn't you boast earlier that you were going to teach me a lesson?"

"I..." Brando was filled with rage, wishing he could kill the person before him instantly.

But as he looked up, he could only see the deep, shadowed contours of a face.

Trembling in his heart, he was forced to beg for mercy: "Spare me... please, spare me."