It Smiled

Everyone craved this newborn Mutant, especially those who had witnessed the boundless might of Professor X and Magneto. They dreamed day and night of obtaining a Level 4 Mutant, practically going mad with desire.

To deal with a Level 4 Mutant and ensure their own safety, the best method was to have a Level 4 Mutant of their own—an equal match, or at the very least, a guarantee of escaping unharmed.

The people who had been lying in wait for a long time slowly emerged and surrounded Donnie from a distance, though they remained wary and did not dare approach too closely.

Donnie's hand twitched slightly, and a cell phone slipped from his sleeve.

"Calling for help?" The leader smiled, and the oppressive atmosphere immediately eased. He revealed a faint smile and said, "If you cooperate obediently, I guarantee my men won't hurt you. On the contrary, I'll give you enormous benefits. I've looked into you. You came from nothing and have never enjoyed the finer things in life. I can give you everything you want, as long as you serve my boss."

He had done this sort of interception and assassination many times, with a success rate above ninety percent. He was an assassin, and prey targeted by him almost never escaped. Victory was already in his grasp, and he tried to overwhelm Donnie with sheer pressure and make him submit.

So what if he was a high-level Mutant? He had a weak personality, a complete waste who did not even have the thought or courage to resist. In the end, he was utterly vulnerable.

"I'll cooperate with your old man." Donnie smiled.

The assassin froze. Donnie suddenly clenched his palm, and the phone in his hand crackled as it unbelievably transformed into a pistol gleaming with metallic luster!

With a bang, the assassin was shot in the chest. Blood streamed out as he fell to the ground in astonishment.

In that instant, the lead assassin had been taken down. Many people had yet to react and were left dumbfounded.

How was this possible?! Wasn't this Mutant's power supposed to be modifying vehicles? What was that business of a cell phone turning into a gun just now?!

Another series of crackles sounded. Several watches Donnie wore assembled into a helmet and light armor, immediately protecting vital areas such as his head and chest. Before leaving, he had asked Coulson for three watches. Combined with his own and modified, they were enough to protect his vital points.

Donnie struck ruthlessly, rapidly firing into the densest part of the crowd. But his shooting was poor, and he only killed a handful of people.

This was his first direct battle against enemies, yet his heart was surprisingly calm. Thinking about it, not everyone possessed the sheer presence and pressure of Abomination. Fighting a monster like Abomination was truly dancing on the edge of life and death. This situation was far inferior.

Donnie had now begun experimenting with assembling firearms. Though he did not understand their precise construction, he could still use Spark Energy to crudely launch metal balls. This was a tremendous leap in combat power, meaning he no longer had to assemble a large blade and charge in to fight like before.

Gunfire suddenly erupted. These people were all ruthless and vicious. Since they had made their move, they would retaliate with thunderous force and finish the job completely!

Donnie had already rolled behind a car.

"Mr. Donnie, there's absolutely no need for this between us. We can still talk. We can be friends," someone shouted at him.

"How can we be friends?" Donnie replied, silently estimating the total amount of Spark Energy he had left as he quietly placed the gun on the ground.

The firearm stealthily shifted and transformed into a tiny Transformer, extraordinarily compact. If this scene were to spread, no one knew what kind of madness it would cause. This was creative power akin to that of a god!

Much of the Mini-Transformer's metal had just been fired out as bullets, reducing its size. This was also one of the shortcomings Donnie had discovered in his current power.

Besides, if he could not get past this hurdle, he would die. There was no point thinking too much.

"You come out, and I'll come out. We'll have a proper talk. I'll negotiate with you on behalf of my boss... My boss thinks highly of you!"

As he spoke, the man slowly stepped out. Donnie also emerged expressionlessly.

The man was ecstatic inside. What a rookie idiot. Did he really think this was a movie? Negotiating in the middle of a battle, then turning hostility into friendship and laughing as sworn brothers?

He would take this chance to snipe the man. The corpse might not be pretty, but it would be enough to explain things to the boss behind him. A dead Level 4 Mutant was barely acceptable.

But he failed to notice a small thing moving through the dim light, taking a wide detour and lying in wait beside him. It was utterly silent, and no one noticed it.

"You refused to surrender, so go die!" The man laughed. Victory was assured, and he was about to earn a great achievement.

The large ring he wore was actually a miniature firearm. Many famous experts had died to his vicious tricks, adding to his fearsome reputation.

But something small moved faster than he did!

The Mini-Transformer abruptly leaped out from the shadows and charged at the man with an angry howl. It arrived in an instant, viciously using a Mini Chainsaw to slice through the enemy's ankle.

Caught off guard, the man let out a shrill scream and tried to cover his wound with his hand. His cries were piercing enough to make one's skin crawl.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

Everyone was shaken, but their hands were not slow. Many people pulled out machine guns and fired wildly. The little thing darted and jumped about, quickly finding Donnie and slipping behind him. Then it took another wide detour and vanished somewhere unknown.

The gunfire was deafening, but that little thing kept racing across the ground, cutting down enemy after enemy. Many people screamed as they fell, destined to spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs.

The group was beginning to lose their nerve. These arrogant people with blood-soaked hands had seen countless battles, and many had even been to war, risking life and limb. But at that moment, they were truly unnerved. They had never seen anything so bizarre—something that could move by itself and transform into all kinds of strange things.

It was like the creation of a demon, impossible to fathom.

"Did you really think I was a pushover?!" Donnie controlled the Mini-Transformer as he watched one arrogant bastard after another fall.

This was one of his two newest Spark creations, and also what he currently relied upon. Although his brain had been injured and his power had declined, its essence remained. He wielded it far more skillfully than when he had first awakened. He simply had less stored Spark Energy than he had then.

It was enough to deal with this trash. These people were merely appetizers, cannon fodder.

Anyone with even a little sense would not have sent this bunch to kill him.

"Use the Rocket Launcher! Don't worry about friendly fire! Kill this monster already!"

An assassin shouted, preparing to arrange his men and slaughter this hateful bastard completely. An assassin had been ambushed by a rookie—it was the greatest humiliation. He wanted revenge.

This assassin had killed far too many people and possessed exceptional strength. Though he had suffered some injuries, his physique and hearing were enough to let him evade that little monster's attacks in time. He had his strength and his pride.

Almost the very next second, the top assassin suddenly screamed and collapsed. His foot had been severed by the high-speed spinning chainsaw thrown by the little thing. Blood sprayed three feet into the air, and he passed out completely, filling everyone with terror.

It can throw it too?! Why don't you just fly into the sky while you're at it?!

The people trembled in fear. One ruthless man who still dared fight pulled out a Rocket Launcher, aiming at Donnie's position and intending to blast him apart with a high-powered weapon.

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

An engine roared. A motorcycle suddenly switched on its lights without warning. Like a wild beast unleashed, it sprang into action and charged forward with savage ferocity. It leaped from a standstill and rammed over the burly man carrying the Rocket Launcher.

The ambushers were nearly losing their minds. Had they ever seen a motorcycle that could run by itself, turn by itself, and fucking leap into the air to attack people by itself?! And the key was that its driving skills were so damn good!

Before the terrified, trembling eyes of the crowd, the motorcycle transformed, rapidly becoming a mechanical humanoid as tall as a man. Whether it was an illusion or not, they seemed to see the monster curl up its lips and smile at them eerily.

It smiled...

It fucking smiled! Aaahhh!!!

Can someone who's good at biology explain the principle to us? Aaahhh!!!

Donnie clutched his head in pain as he remotely controlled the Motorcycle Transformer. Amid countless terrified and despairing gazes, it picked up the Rocket Launcher from the ground. There was still one rocket inside.

The motorcycle was his newly prepared second Spark creation!