"What is this thing? A robot?"
"Kill this damn thing!"
The gangsters were thrown into chaos by the little creature, severed limbs scattered everywhere. They fired wildly in a panic, but Mini-Transformer was too agile. The occasional bullet that hit it did nothing.
Every time Mini-Transformer appeared, someone inevitably fell screaming, clutching at feet they had lost forever.
"This thing is... Are you The Mechanic? You're an honored guest of Stark Group. Why are you opposing our Falken Family?!"
The leader, Aaron, fired wildly. Under Donnie's conscious control, Mini-Transformer dodged him. He wanted to keep Aaron alive and question him for information.
Anderson stood dumbfounded, his fists clenched tight. He had been ready to fight for his life, but he had never expected this employer to be so formidable, nearly wiping out the whole group in an instant! The Mechanic? Could this young man be the person everyone had been talking about lately? If it was him, then perhaps he really could overturn the Falken Family...
As Anderson's thoughts ran wild, the narrow alley had practically become a miniature hell, covered in the corpses of gang members. Many had had their ankles severed and screamed miserably. For those still alive, Donnie simply shot them in the head and sent them on their way.
In the end, only Aaron remained alive. He was nearly scared senseless. He might have been a minor boss, but how could he have ever encountered an enemy like this? Matters on the superhuman level were far beyond someone like him.
"Y-you... monster!" Aaron muttered, several drops of blood still splattered across his face.
Donnie kicked Aaron into the wall, seized him by the throat, and asked, "Tell me your position, everything you know, who sent you here, and some of the Falken Family's hideouts."
"I know!"