A Setback at the Final Step

"These are Genetic Hybrids crossed with animals," Swain thought silently.

His gaze remained fixed on the Genetic Human corpse, his brow furrowed. The World Government's madness shocked him.

The World Government really was capable of anything. Crossbreeding humans with humans was one thing, but now they wanted to merge them with the animal kingdom as well.

Vegapunk had never mentioned this before, so he probably did not know about it.

Of course, they must have used his knowledge and understanding of genetics. Those higher-ups were always good at exploiting the wisdom of others to fulfill their ambitions.

"I reckon there'll be more and more people like this ahead," Swain said, turning to Bullet.

His gaze swept over the endless grassland, deep and troubled. Occasionally, a few seagulls skimmed past, their white forms seeming so tiny amidst the blue sky and emerald grass.

Bullet merely sneered. "Then kill them all!"

Bloodshot veins began spreading across Bullet's eyes, unable to contain the murderous urge within him.

That crazed gaze seemed ready to devour everything before him. They were not humans anyway, just a pack of monsters.

In his eyes, these genetically hybrid creations did not deserve to be called life at all.

Swain smiled at that. Sometimes, he thought Bullet was truly an idiot. He never thought much; whenever a problem could be solved with his fists, he would never use his brain.

Yet it was precisely that simple, brutal personality that made Bullet fearless in battle and turned him into a formidable force.

"I don't care how many you kill. Just leave a few important ones alive for questioning," Swain said calmly.

With only a few words, the two decided the life and death of the Mutants in this place, as though they were gods ruling over everything.

Bullet had truly