Arrest

The entire underground parking garage was fitted with an unknown number of cameras, and an unknown number of hackers had infiltrated the place, closely watching the situation unfold from behind their computers.

Donnie knew that he was putting on a monkey show for everyone to see. But he did not care. Or rather, everyone needed a show like this to test his mettle.

Any high-level Mutant who wanted the freedom to act as he pleased had to carve out a path through bloodshed. That freedom was built upon countless brutal battles, forcing anyone who wanted to make a move against him to first weigh whether they could afford the price.

Many powerful Mutants moved freely through all kinds of places, utterly unscrupulous and unconcerned. The relevant departments had long since put their information on file, but no one dared make a move against them lightly.

Wolverine still drove that beat-up old car around who knew where. Who would go looking for trouble with him? It was not worth it. The cost was too great—not to mention the losses, the key was that the man could not be killed no matter how many times he was killed. That was what drove people truly mad.

As for the other Tertiary Mutants? Some concealed their identities, never displayed their abilities, and lived out their lives quietly. Some joined major powers and organizations to receive protection. The rest died on the road to growth. That last group was the largest, and their ends were the most miserable.

The price of taking down a high-level Mutant was simply too terrible. Thus, the value of a newly emerged Level 4 Mutant was far beyond what a pile of Tertiary Mutants could compare to. Their very essence of life was different. To certain organizations, the attraction was beyond imagination—enough to drive them mad and make them willing to send people to test him.

It would be best if they could recruit him with words. If they could kill him on the spot and drag his corpse back, that would be just as welcome.

The Motorcycle Transformer picked up the Rocket Launcher amid countless terrified and stunned gazes. People shouted and fired one after another. Only the weapons in their hands gave them any sense of security.

Intense gunfire echoed through the area as large numbers of armed personnel rushed in and joined the siege against Donnie.

"Heh heh heh, I said the higher-ups were being too cautious. He is just a newly emerged Mutant. So what if he is Level 4? How strong could he possibly be? Even Magneto, when he had just awakened his abilities, was nothing more than fragile trash. He could have been taken down easily."

Someone bragged that he had been born in the wrong era. If he had been born during World War II, second-rate nobodies like Magneto and Professor X would have long since died without a burial place, and they would not be in such a difficult situation today.

The Motorcycle Transformer formed a Metal Shield and tightly protected Donnie behind it. The barrage of bullets was blocked outside, filling the air with endless clanging sounds.

Seeing this, the braggart's confidence surged. He declared that victory was certain and that he already had the battle in the bag.

Suddenly, an opening appeared in the shield, and a Mini Gatling extended from within. Its barrels slowly began to spin, accelerating without pause like Death's sonata as it stretched out a scythe of destruction to harvest lives.

Everyone was scared out of their wits and instinctively tried to dodge. But not everyone could get away. The man who loved to boast, for example, was the first to be riddled with bullets. His body was covered in holes. He was unquestionably dead.

The Gatling Gun swiftly swung around and began sweeping the area, causing heavy casualties. People screamed as they fell to the ground in miserable agony.

Some reacted quickly and had already hidden behind cover, refusing to show themselves no matter what. Fear filled their hearts. They had been cowed by the enemy's bizarre ability and did not dare reveal themselves again. Others were fierce by nature. They raised their weapons and fired back, trying to seize the right opening amid the crisis and kill their opponent.

In an ordinary gunfight, many people would have fallen to return fire.

But Donnie was different. He was protected so thoroughly that not even a drop of water could get through, while a single Mini Gatling howled as it bloodily swept through the parking garage.

Those who fired back soon fell, regret and despair written across their faces. Their eyes remained wide open as they became corpses, dying in resentment. They could not rest in peace. This way of fighting was simply too shameless. It was supposed to be a fair shootout, yet they and their enemy were not even on the same playing field.

"Use heavy weapons! Where is the Rocket Launcher? Blow open that turtle shell! I refuse to believe that something Abomination could dent with a casual punch cannot be blown apart by my Rocket Launcher!"

This man knew quite a bit about Donnie's famous battle. He had gathered detailed intelligence and understood some of Donnie's capabilities far better than those fools who had rushed over carelessly to hunt him. Victory was already in his grasp. He believed Donnie had no chance of escaping alive.

Boom!

With a deafening blast, the Rocket Launcher struck solidly and exploded violently. The powerful impact twisted the entire Metal Shield, leaving it pitted and dented as though it had suffered a terrifying beating. It looked somewhat battered.

"It did not break? It only got blasted inward?"

Someone was utterly shocked and could not believe it. This was the newest model of Rocket Launcher, with astonishing power, yet the result was that the enemy was practically unscathed. He could not accept it.

Why had its defense become so outstanding too? When it fought Abomination, that metal man had clearly been very fragile!

Donnie slapped the Metal Shield, sending Spark Energy into it. The shield recovered at a visible speed, though it now looked somewhat worn.

"Because you know nothing about me."

Once again, an opening appeared, and a Rocket Launcher extended from within. It was the one Donnie had just seized. He had been conserving it and had not used it until now. The time had finally come.

Boom!

Another deafening blast rang out as the shell exploded. Large numbers of people were killed by the shrapnel, their flesh mangled as they wailed and dropped to their knees. Some vehicles were caught in the blast, erupting with loud crashes as their fuel tanks ruptured and gasoline flowed across the floor.

Donnie fired a shot, and the gasoline instantly ignited. Several people were engulfed by the sea of flames, screaming as they turned into human torches and died in endless pain.

"Monster! Ordinary people like us are no match for him! Send in the powered ones! I quit! Who kept shouting that victory was certain? Certain my ass!"

People were truly terrified now. Some minor grunts scattered in panic and fled in all directions. Some leaders roared and shot several people dead, but they could not stop the rout at all.

From the beginning until now, everyone who had shouted that victory was certain had been the first to die, their deaths utterly worthless. The others had already been suppressing their fear while fighting an enemy they could not understand. Nothing crushed morale and fighting spirit more than that.

A series of violent explosions suddenly erupted!

Coulson's voice came over the underground parking garage's loudspeakers. "Attention, everyone. You are under arrest for endangering public safety. Drop your weapons and surrender immediately."

A large force in full combat gear surrounded the underground parking garage, leaving the attackers staring at one another in alarm and unease.

Donnie stamped his foot. He knew this was the perfect opportunity. He could not wait any longer! He had to charge out!

"Who dares stop me?!"

Donnie roared. The shield contracted, and the Transformer inside leaped forward. Amid a series of clacks, it reassembled itself into a motorcycle. Donnie ran forward, jumped, and landed firmly on the motorcycle. He decisively twisted the throttle and sped ahead at full speed.

"You cannot escape!" A fiercely loyal man stepped forward and shouted, "We have laid a net from heaven to earth. You cannot escape! Victory is certain!"

Bang!

Donnie shot the man dead.

A skinny fellow failed to get out of the way in time and happened to be standing directly in his path.

Donnie was about to shoot him when the Skinny Man suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Quick-witted as could be, he dropped to his knees on the spot with a thump.

Donnie sped onward, casually kicking him aside as he charged toward the exit.