Whoosh!!
The baton came crashing down, but not on the damn mutant as Brando had expected.
"Holy crap! You're still trying to dodge?!"
Brando seethed with rage, tightened his grip on the baton, and swung it viciously at Lynn again.
Unfortunately, Lynn simply sidestepped and dodged it.
Seeing this, the middle-aged researcher Grant furrowed his brow. A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes as he said slowly,
"Subject 52, I advise you not to think about resisting. Cooperate obediently, or else..."
He didn't think the mutant in front of him could do anything.
After all, the other man still had a Mutant Controller around his neck.
As long as that thing was in place, even a Level Three mutant would be as helpless as a dead dog.
"You damn mutant freak! You're dead!"
Brando sneered, a cruel look flashing in his eyes.
He'd never liked these mutant freaks, and now Lynn, the damn bastard, had actually dared to resist him.
That only made him even angrier.
Seeing this, the other guards also tightened their grips on their batons and advanced on Lynn.
Nearby, several researchers in white coats looked up.
When they saw the guards surrounding the mutant boy with their batons, a look of disgust crossed their impassive faces.
This sort of thing had happened before, but every time, the victims had been beaten badly.
Those damn mutants never learned their lesson. They just loved to struggle to the bitter end.
But.
The scene they'd imagined, of the mutant freak being beaten to a pulp, never happened.
Instead, Lynn caught Brando's descending baton in his hand.
Lynn said calmly, "You damn beasts deserve to go to hell!"
Creak!
His massive, bulging arm twisted sharply. The terrifying strength granted by Electric Current Drive bent the solid iron baton into a pretzel.
"What?!"
"Fuck! How can he do something like that?!"
Everyone present stared wide-eyed at Lynn, who had bent the baton into a pretzel, their faces full of disbelief.
"Quick! Activate the Mutant Controller! It's still around his neck!"
Brando hurriedly pulled the Mutant Controller's remote from his pocket.
He looked at the expressionless Lynn before him, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"Subject 52, you may be strong, but the Mutant Controller can control Level Three and even Level Four mutants.
"You damn Level One mutant freak, I suggest you get on your knees and beg me for mercy, or else..."
"Heh." Lynn scoffed, looking at the man before him as if he were an idiot.
"The Mutant Controller?"
Under everyone's gaze, he quickly grabbed the Mutant Controller with his right hand.
Golden electricity flowed from his fingertips, piercing straight through the metal collar.
With a ripping sound, Lynn tore the Mutant Controller off and tossed it in front of Brando.
Gulp!
Everyone present swallowed, staring at the mutant in front of them in shock.
Th-this was impossible!
Wasn't Subject 52's mutant ability to control weak bioelectricity?
How could he possibly have such incredible strength?
"Fuck! Stop right now! What are you doing?!"
Brando, who had been sneering just moments earlier, and the impassive researcher Grant both lost their composure.
"What am I doing?" Lynn bared his teeth in a grin.
"Of course I'm blasting you bunch of beasts to smithereens!"
His face was murderous, and his eyes suddenly transformed into the shape of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Terrifying black flames suddenly appeared in the laboratory, burning toward Brando and Grant.
In the next instant, Lynn's entire body became a blur.
His fist, carrying terrifying force, slammed straight into the four guards behind the two men.
Flesh flew everywhere, and crimson blood sprayed across the room, splattering the floor.
The overwhelming force smashed the bastards to pieces.
Screams erupted. The remaining researchers panicked and ran for the exit.
Lynn naturally didn't let them get away.
He formed Hand Seals with one hand and opened his mouth. "Lightning Style: Thunder Blast!"
A terrifying Lightning Spear tore through the air, piercing all five researchers.
High-voltage lightning raged wildly, electrocuting the five bastards who had persecuted mutants to ashes.
"Impossible! How could you possibly have abilities like that?!"
Brando's face was filled with shock and confusion. Grant beside him looked no different.
They couldn't understand why a mere Level One mutant could conjure black flames and spit lightning.
Even though they'd seen on the surveillance footage that Lynn could create flames, they'd never believed he could fight back against them.
But now, in just a few seconds, the laboratory had turned into a living hell.
Was this even scientific?
"Why not?" Lynn retorted.
"You..." Brando froze, but the next moment, resentment flooded his face.
"You demon! How could you possibly have this kind of power?!"
"I'm a demon?" Lynn scoffed. "Compared to what you've done, which one of us is the demon?"
Just then, Grant, the middle-aged researcher who had been lying on the floor, pulled a pistol from his pocket.
He aimed the black barrel at Lynn and pulled the trigger several times in a row.
Bullets burst from the barrel and shot toward Lynn.
However.
The bullets only managed to pierce Lynn's clothes.
They couldn't penetrate his skin at all, and didn't even leave a mark.
Seeing this, Grant's face fell into utter despair.
"Damn it, how could you possibly have this kind of ability?!" he cried, horrified.
Lynn grabbed the middle-aged man, who was being scorched by Amaterasu's flames, and lifted him up, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
"You hit me three times, so I'll hit you three times. That's fair, right?"
Without waiting for the man to struggle frantically, he clenched his fist.
Zzzzt...
Golden electricity surged between his cells.
Boom!!
His powerful punch blew the head off the person in charge of the entire base.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and the air filled with a thick stench of it.
Then Lynn threw two more punches, smashing the demon in human skin to pieces.
When he was done, Lynn turned to look at Brando, whose body was more than half consumed by Amaterasu's flames.
When Brando saw Lynn looking at him, his heart trembled, and he cried out incoherently,
"D-don't kill me..."
Lynn planted a foot on his head. Seeing the helpless look on Brando's face, he felt a surge of satisfaction well up inside him.
Even the friction between his cells grew faster and faster.
The current driving his body surged again at that moment, rising from ten thousand volts to fifteen thousand.
Lynn asked, "Weren't you the bastard who threatened to teach me a lesson?"
"I..." Brando was filled with rage and wanted nothing more than to kill the man in front of him right then and there.
But when he looked up, all he could see was the shadowed outline of Lynn's profound face.
His heart trembled, and he had no choice but to beg, "Spare me... Please, spare me."
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