Chapter 297 This guy is really hard to deal with!
He didn't hesitate, quickly approaching that direction, trying to avoid making any sound.
Scott entered the warehouse door, apparently unaware of Lynn's presence.
Lynn followed quietly, his anxiety growing stronger.
At this moment, he had to seize this opportunity to uncover everything about Scott.
The interior of the warehouse was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.
Lynn gently pushed open a door and saw Scott talking to several men in black clothes.
Those men didn't look like ordinary workers; they exuded a dangerous aura.
An ominous premonition instantly surged in Lynn's heart.
He quietly approached, pressing his ear against the door, trying to hear the conversation inside.
"Continue shipping the goods; everything is proceeding as planned.
We still need more gene samples; time is running out," Scott's voice was low and cold.
"Yes, sir," a voice responded.
Lynn quickly pulled his ear back, a huge wave churning in his heart.
Gene samples?
What did this mean?
What Scott and these people were discussing was not just an ordinary transaction; hidden behind it was clearly a larger conspiracy involving Mutants.
He had no time to think further and immediately pulled out his phone, preparing to contact Mark.
"Mark, we found Scott.
He's trading gene samples with some Obsidian Groupmembers.
This is all related to Mutant experiments."
Lynn and Mark's footsteps echoed heavily and swiftly through the dark corridors of the warehouse.
The two didn't speak, as the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if something was about to happen at any moment.
The conversation Lynn had overheard from the room just now made his mood even heavier.
Gene samples?
This meant that the Obsidian Group was not only engaging in illegal transactions but might also be involved in Mutant experiments, or even more terrifying biological weapon plans.
Their plan was to approach Scott stealthily, ensuring he wasn't alarmed, and then subdue him by surprise.
But things didn't go as smoothly as they had expected.
Scott, that mysterious Mutant, was far stronger than Lynnand Mark had imagined.
They walked to a hidden corner of the warehouse, and Lynn saw through the window that Scott was standing in front of several Obsidian Group members, talking in a low voice.
Several men in black were around him, apparently gathered around some boxes filled with unknown items; the whole scene was full of danger.
"Mark, are we ready?" Lynn asked in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Scott's figure.
Mark nodded, his hand gripping the gun tightly, his face devoid of any expression.
"I'm ready, just give me a signal."
Lynn took a deep breath, confirmed there were no other threats around, then quickly gave Mark a look, signaling that they could act.
The two quietly moved through the dark corridor, approaching the area where Scott was.
Scott and the Obsidian Group members seemed unaware of their approach; the entire warehouse was unusually quiet except for the sound of machinery and whispered conversations.
When Lynn and Mark were almost close enough to launch an attack, Scott suddenly turned around, his gaze quickly scanning the surroundings, as if sensing something unusual.
His eyes were sharp, as if he had perceived something.
Lynn's heart suddenly accelerated; time seemed to freeze at that instant.
"Quick!" Lynn whispered, and almost instantly, Markpulled out his gun and fired at Scott.
Gunshots rang out in the warehouse, echoing in the silent air, breaking the momentary calm.
Scott dodged Mark's shot immediately; his movements were swift and precise, as if he already knew the surrounding environment like the back of his hand.
Lynn immediately rushed forward, intending to seize the opportunity to subdue Scott at close range.
However, just as he approached, Scott's body emitted another faint glow.
Lynn only felt the air being twisted by a powerful force, and his body was suddenly pushed away by an irresistible force.
Almost instantly, his back hit a cold metal pillar, and pain instantly spread throughout his body.
The scene before his eyes began to blur, and his head spun.
"Damn it!" Lynn gritted his teeth, trying his best to stabilize his body, and looked up to see that Scott had disappeared into thin air.
He quickly got up, looking around, and saw Scottstanding more than ten meters away from him, with a hint of a cold smile in his eyes.
"You're too slow," Scott's voice was low and mocking.
"He's using space distortion ability," Mark shouted; he seemed to recover faster than Lynn, his face grim.
"We need to be careful; he can not only teleport but also control the surrounding space."
Lynn didn't answer; he knew Mark was right, Scott's ability was far more complex than they had expected.
Even as a Mutant, Scott's ability was extraordinary.
If they continued to fight head-on, they would have no chance of winning.
"Lynn, he's toying with us," Mark's voice suddenly rose a bit, "If we keep dragging this out, he'll just play with us."
Lynn took a deep breath, enduring the severe pain in his body, his gaze fixed on Scott.
"We can't let him keep escaping; we must catch him as soon as possible."
Scott seemed to intentionally delay, smiling as he looked at the two, seemingly enjoying this moment of victory.
"Do you think you can subdue me?
You don't understand; Mutants are not something you can deal with."
This time, Lynn and Mark did not act rashly again but quickly reacted.
Lynn gritted his teeth, quickly pulled out his pistol, and aimed at Scott again.
Mark also adjusted his posture, ready to continue providing cover.
However, Scott seemed to sense their actions and suddenly flashed and disappeared into thin air.
Lynn barely had time to react when he heard a huge tearing sound—Scott lunged from the side, with such speed that Lynn could barely react.
"Invisible attack!" Lynn instinctively dodged, rolling to the side, avoiding Scott's sudden attack.
Scott reappeared in front of Lynn at this time, with a strong sneer in his eyes.
"You're too slow, Lynn," he said contemptuously, "Even if you're fully armed, you're just useless."
Lynn's eyes were filled with anger, but he did not act rashly.
Although both he and Mark felt immense pressure at this moment, Lynn would not allow himself to fail.
He knew that this was not just a simple pursuit but concerned the safety of the entire city.
"Mark, get ready," Lynn whispered.
Mark quickly nodded, his gun always pointed at Scott; he made no move to relax his guard.
The two cooperated with each other, slowly approaching Scott, trying to force him to reveal a weakness.
Scott's eyes narrowed, seemingly realizing that they would not give up easily; a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Do you think you can catch me in this city?" Scott said, his body emitting another distorted glow, preparing to disappear again.
Lynn almost unhesitatingly pulled the trigger; this bullet accurately shot in Scott's direction.
Just as the bullet was about to hit, Scott flashed again, avoiding the attack.
However, this time, Lynn did not stop; his eyes were fixed on the spot where Scott disappeared, and he quickly ran in that direction.
Mark followed closely; although they both knew that Scott's teleportation ability could not be easily stopped, they still pursued him tightly, never letting him escape again.
Just as they rushed into another warehouse area, Scottfinally appeared; he stood in the corner, seemingly waiting for them patiently.
"You still can't catch me," Scott sneered, his tone full of provocation.
His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he didn't consider Lynn and Mark opponents at all.
Lynn almost unhesitatingly fired again at this moment, but this time, Scott did not dodge.
He waved his arm, and the space in the air twisted again; a powerful force forced Lynn's bullet off target.
Then, Scott quickly leaped forward, a ball of light shimmering in his hand, seemingly intending to deliver a fatal blow.
"Get out of the way!" Mark shouted, suddenly rushing towards Scott and pushing Lynn away.
Mark's movements were so fast that Lynn barely had time to react.
Scott's attack hit Mark, and the strong force sent Markcrashing to the ground, groaning in pain.
A hint of panic flashed in Lynn's eyes; he immediately rushed over and helped Mark up.
"Mark!" Lynn whispered, his heart filled with unease.
Mark gripped Lynn's shoulder, trying to steady himself.
His voice was still resolute, "Quick, catch him.
He can't escape anymore."
Lynn looked up at Scott, his eyes filled with determination.
"Today, all this must end."
"Keep chasing!" Lynn roared in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the front.
Mark followed closely, their steps incredibly synchronized.
The shadows of the entire warehouse area stretched their figures long; the surroundings were silent, with only the sound of distant machinery and the occasional roar of vehicle engines.
They passed through one dark corridor after another, their tracking steps not slowing down.
Suddenly, Lynn sensed a strong aura coming from the side, as if something was quietly approaching.
He sharply waved his hand, signaling Mark to stop.
The two held their breath, their ears keenly listening to the surrounding movements.
Mark's brows furrowed, and he whispered, "I feel it… something's wrong."
Before Lynn could respond, a rapid sound of footsteps suddenly broke the silence.
A massive Lizard Mutant leaped from the side, pouncing towards them.
Lynn didn't have time to react; the Lizard Mutant had already pounced in front of him, its sharp claws gleaming with cold light, seemingly about to tear Lynn's body apart instantly.
Lynn quickly retreated, swiftly pulled out his gun, aimed at the monster, and pulled the trigger.
However, the Lizard Mutant reacted extremely quickly, flexibly twisting its body and dodging Lynn's bullets.
After the gunshots, the bullets in the air cut through the silence but did not have the effect of hitting the target.
"Looks like today isn't my luckiest day," Lynn said through gritted teeth, readjusting his firearm.
The Lizard Mutant let out a low roar and suddenly launched an attack.
Its body was like a gust of wind, instantly pouncing on Lynn, its sharp claws almost splitting his chest.
Lynn flexibly dodged, leaping a few steps to the side, but the Lizard Mutant followed closely, quickly pursuing, almost leaving a blurred image behind him.
Mark reacted immediately, pulled out his pistol, and began firing at the monster.
His marksmanship was precise; every bullet almost hit the target.
However, the Lizard Mutant was exceptionally tough; although the bullets hit its back, they did not cause fatal damage, but rather made it even more furious.
"Its skin is too thick; bullets can't penetrate!" Markshouted.
Lynn sharply dodged the Lizard Mutant's attack, his eyes sharp.
"We need to find a way to subdue it, not fight it head-on."
The Lizard Mutant clearly sensed their change in tactics and attacked even more fiercely.
It swung its razor-sharp claws, striking at Lynn and Markagain and again, with such speed that both felt immense pressure.
Lynn's gaze quickly scanned the surroundings; he noticed a can of gasoline on a nearby shelf.
He suddenly had an idea and decided to use items in the environment to counterattack.
He quickly rushed to the shelf, used it to vault onto a pile of boxes above, and quickly grabbed the gasoline can.
"Mark, cover me!" Lynn ordered in a low voice.
Mark didn't hesitate, immediately used his gun to attract the Lizard Mutant's attention, firing several shots in succession.
The Lizard Mutant was hit by the bullets and paused for a moment, but then let out an angry roar and quickly pounced on Mark.
Lynn used this gap to quickly open the gasoline can and splashed it towards the direction the Lizard Mutant was pouncing from.
He took the opportunity to pull out a match from behind him, and in an instant, raging flames rushed towards the Lizard Mutant.
A deafening explosion accompanied by flying sparks; the air inside the warehouse seemed to be instantly compressed.
The Lizard Mutant let out a pained howl, engulfed in flames.
However, its skin and stamina were exceptionally tough; the flames did not completely knock it down, only forcing it to retreat a few steps in pain.
"This guy… is really difficult to deal with!" Lynn couldn't help but curse; he knew that these methods alone would not be enough to completely subdue the Lizard Mutant.
The Lizard Mutant angrily shook its body, breaking free from the flames' restraint.
Its skin began to change drastically, seemingly adapting to the pain caused by the flames.
Lynn and Mark did not give it a chance to breathe, quickly separating and surrounding it from different directions.
Mark stood on one side, pulled out a special high-pressure gas cylinder from the corner, pressed the button, and gas sprayed out, rapidly increasing the attack range.
The force of the gas stream forced the Lizard Mutant to retreat a few more steps, but it still maintained an attacking posture, glaring at the two, as if unafraid of any challenge.
"We need to be more strategic; we can't keep fighting head-on!" Lynn's breathing was rapid, and anxiety was evident in his eyes.
"Its durability is too strong; we can't keep fighting like this!"
Mark nodded, realizing the situation was becoming increasingly tricky.
"I understand; we need to quickly find a breakthrough."
Chapter 298 He is going to escape!
At this moment, the Lizard Mutant seemed to have recovered some strength, and it suddenly made a move that Lynn and Mark had not expected.
It violently swung its tail, directly knocking Lynn flying.
Lynn fell to the ground, coughing painfully a few times, but quickly endured the pain and stood up again.
He knew he had to remain calm; any mistake could lead to more serious consequences.
The Lizard Mutant quickly turned to Mark, its massive body almost blocking his view.
A hint of determination flashed in Mark's eyes, and he unhesitatingly fired at the Lizard Mutant again, this time the bullet struck its shoulder hard, but the blood from the wound did not stop its attack, instead, it made it even more frenzied.
"Lynn!" Mark shouted, "Its defense is too strong! We must find its weakness!"
Lynn took a deep breath, his sharp gaze sweeping over every movement of the Lizard Mutant.
"Its belly is its weakness, focus your attack there!" Lynnshouted, a flash of decisiveness in his eyes.
Mark immediately understood Lynn's meaning, and the two instantly adjusted their tactics, concentrating their attack on the Lizard Mutant's abdomen.
The Lizard Mutant seemed to sense their intention, letting out a low, angry roar and sweeping its tail violently, trying to prevent them from approaching.
However, Lynn and Mark were ready; they split into two groups and attacked from different directions, trying to avoid the Lizard Mutant's tail.
Finally, Lynn accurately fired a specialized armor-piercing round into its abdomen, and the force of the explosion made the Lizard Mutant let out a deafening scream.
The Lizard Mutant struggled violently, clearly heavily wounded.
Lynn and Mark did not stop; they quickly moved forward and precisely attacked its abdomen again.
Finally, under continuous high-pressure attacks, the Lizard Mutant could no longer sustain itself and collapsed.
The two gasped for breath, exchanging glances, their faces showing both exhaustion and joy.
Although the battle was difficult, they finally defeated the behemoth.
"It's finally over." Mark wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice tinged with weariness, "But Scott... is still on the run."
Lynn looked at the fallen Lizard Mutant, his gaze cold.
"Don't worry, our pursuit is far from over."
Lynn and Mark stood in the dim warehouse, facing the subdued Lizard Mutant.
The Lizard Mutant was clearly heavily wounded; it still lay on the ground, panting, its body no longer as powerful, and with the cessation of attacks, its tail and claws were no longer threatening.
Lynn quickly walked towards it, a calm determination flashing in his eyes.
"Don't play dead." Lynn's voice was cold and direct.
He bent down, reached out and grabbed the Lizard Mutant's neck, forcing it to lift its head.
"You promised me you'd tell me everything."
The Lizard Mutant lifted its head, its face full of pain, but he did not immediately resist.
A complex emotion was in his eyes, particularly evident before Lynn.
The Lizard Mutant's breathing gradually steadied, as if he had given up the idea of escaping.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
"What... what do you want to know?" His voice carried a hint of weariness; he was clearly no longer struggling.
Lynn pressed him to the ground, adding some force to his hand.
"Tell me, when did you start contacting Scott? Who do you work for, and what exactly is the deal behind it?"
The Lizard Mutant closed his eyes, as if organizing his thoughts.
After a few seconds, he said in a low voice: "I... I was just an ordinary office worker.
I worked as a clerk for five years, with a pitifully low salary, and my family had a pile of debts.
My mother was sick, and I really couldn't drag it on any longer." He paused, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes, "At that time, I saw a job opportunity online, it was a mission to protect some rich people.
At first, I just took some simple jobs, helping with chores, and the income was pretty good.
Later, I learned about Scott, and only then did I realize that I was doing protection missions for him."
"Protection missions?" Lynn frowned.
"Yes, protection." The Lizard Mutant exhaled and continued, "That guy Scott's abilities are extremely strong, and I knew he had a very special mission that needed help.
His requirements at the time were simple: secrecy and protecting his personal safety."
"Why did you work for him?" Mark stepped forward, his brows deeply furrowed.
"You're an ordinary person, why would you want to be a bodyguard for a Mutant?"
The Lizard Mutant lowered his head, his voice full of helplessness and bitterness: "I had no choice, I owed a lot of money.
The family debts were suffocating me, and my mother was still in the hospital.
I didn't have many options.
Scott gave me enough money; as long as I was his bodyguard, I could pay off my debts and even make my family live better.
I thought I was just doing a normal job, but who knew, gradually I found that things had far exceeded my control."
Lynn's gaze deepened.
"You mean, you learned more things you shouldn't have known?"
The Lizard Mutant nodded, his expression pained.
"Yes, the more I knew, the more afraid I became.
What Scott was doing far exceeded my imagination.
I knew he wasn't just protecting himself; he was also involved in illegal biological research, even related to genetic mutation experiments.
I originally didn't intend to continue, but I had already been tied into this vortex and couldn't extricate myself."
Lynn did not respond immediately, lowering his head in thought.
The Lizard Mutant's words were like a bomb, exploding in his heart.
Scott was not just a simple fugitive; he was more like an entity manipulating some dark experiments behind the scenes.
Those genetic mutations might be the core content of the Obsidian Group.
Lynn subconsciously clenched his fists, a strong surge of anger rising in his heart.
"Tell me, where is Scott? Where is he planning to escape to?" Lynn asked in an oppressive tone.
The Lizard Mutant clenched his teeth, clearly unwilling to say more, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
"I... I don't know his exact location, but I know he's preparing to move.
He will contact outside forces through some special channels, and a car will pick him up soon to take him away from here."
"A car? Do you know when?" Mark pressed.
The Lizard Mutant looked up, his eyes full of struggle, as if making a final decision.
"I don't know the exact time, but it's probably tonight.
Scott plans to go outside through the underground passage, where there's a secret helipad."
Lynn was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up.
"If you still have family, you'd best call them and tell them to stay away from these places.
You've been drawn into a dangerous situation, and things are not as simple as you imagine." He paused, then turned to Mark and said, "We have to go there and stop Scott's escape."
A complex look flashed in the Lizard Mutant's eyes; he seemed still a bit conflicted internally, but he said no more, only lowered his head and let out a deep sigh.
"I'm just an ordinary person; I have no ability to resist these things at all."
Lynn did not waste any more time; he quickly made a gesture, signaling Mark to follow.
The two passed through the warehouse and quickly reached the outside.
The neon lights and traffic on the street were still busy, but in Lynn's heart, time seemed to stretch infinitely.
He knew that if Scott truly escaped, the conspiracy behind him would become even more difficult to track, and might even cause immeasurable damage to the entire city.
"Mark, we need to speed up." Lynn said, his tone firm.
Mark nodded, unhesitatingly leading the way.
They quickly passed through the city streets, through several restricted areas, and finally arrived at that industrial zone.
Lynn and Mark knew that all of Scott's secrets were hidden there.
The underground passage, the helipad, and the deep connections with the Obsidian Group—all the mysteries might be revealed at that moment.
As they got closer to their destination, Lynn felt a growing sense of urgency.
Time seemed to be flying by.
They had to get there before Scott and stop all his plans.
Upon reaching the entrance of the underground passage, Lynn made a gesture, signaling Mark to go first.
Their steps became exceptionally careful and cautious, trying to avoid being noticed by anyone.
However, the moment they entered the underground passage, Lynn's ears caught the sound of footsteps coming from ahead—it was the roar of a heavy vehicle, as if a car was approaching this route.
"He's here!" Lynn whispered, his face becoming extremely serious, "Quick!"
Mark did not hesitate for a moment, immediately leading the way and quickening his pace.
The two quickly passed through the dark passage and arrived at a dimly lit helipad.
Several private planes were parked there quietly, the surrounding environment desolate, seemingly completely unknown to the outside world.
Lynn stared intently at his surroundings, his heartbeat gradually accelerating—they had reached their destination.
"We need to find Scott quickly." Lynn quickly scanned his surroundings, his gaze becoming alert.
Suddenly, a black truck sped into the helipad, its door opened, and Scott jumped out of the car, followed by several men in black.
He scanned his surroundings, as if confirming the area's safety.
Lynn immediately moved closer to a corner, preparing to attack.
"Get in! Quickly!" Scott commanded coldly, then walked towards a plane on the other side of the helipad.
The men in black followed closely, clearly providing the final protection for Scott's escape.
"We can't let him get away!" Lynn gritted his teeth and said, suddenly rushing out of his hiding place, quickly approaching Scott.
Just then, Scott suddenly turned around, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes.
"Do you think you can stop me?"
As these words fell, Lynn suddenly felt a powerful current of air sweep over him, the air instantly becoming unusually heavy, and Scott's Mutant ability erupted again—he was going to escape!
Lynn sensed the abnormal air current almost the instant Scott turned around; that Mutant ability struck him again, the air seemed to distort, and a powerful suction emanated from Scott.
Lynn did not hesitate for a moment, immediately retreated quickly, and simultaneously shouted: "Mark, be careful!"
Mark had already sensed the danger; he reacted quickly, immediately hiding behind a nearby car, avoiding Scott's attack.
However, Lynn felt a powerful pressure bearing down on him, his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, almost unable to move.
He fiercely gritted his teeth, struggling desperately, but the force grew stronger and stronger, almost crushing him.
"You can't stop me!" Scott's voice was low and cold, his figure gradually merging into the surrounding darkness, as if blending with the air, his whole person becoming blurred, leaving only that strong energy fluctuation.
Lynn knew that Scott had activated his teleportation ability again, and this time, it seemed to be more than just simple spatial distortion; the entire air was bending to his ability.
Just as Lynn felt completely trapped, Mark stood up from behind the car, aimed in Scott's direction, and fired decisively.
Several bullets pierced the air, rapidly flying towards Scott's figure.
Although Scott's figure flickered and disappeared again, the bullets' trajectory did not change; they still accurately shot towards where he had vanished.
Mark's shooting slightly slowed the distortion in the air, temporarily forcing Scott's ability to interrupt.
"Lynn, quick! He's moving! He's about to leave!" Markshouted.
Lynn gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly broke free from the sense of restraint, and rushed forward desperately.
His goal was clear: he had to find Scott as quickly as possible and not let him escape.
Mark also quickly followed, and the two cooperated closely, almost instantly rushing to the other side of the helipad.
At this moment, Scott's figure had appeared beside a private plane on the helipad.
He quickly entered the cabin, ordering his bodyguards to act quickly.
Lynn saw this scene, his heart tightened, knowing that if Scott boarded the plane, everything would be over, and the pursuit would become almost impossible.
"Quick!" Lynn shouted, leading Mark quickly towards the plane.
The plane's cabin door slowly closed, and the wings had already started moving, clearly preparing for takeoff.
"You're too late." Scott's voice came from inside the plane's cabin, with a hint of disdain, "I'm already ready to leave here; no one can stop me."
Lynn and Mark were less than ten meters from the plane's cabin door, and almost simultaneously, they saw Scott standing by the boarding ramp, gently waving his arm, and the air once again filled with an inexplicable fluctuation.
"Don't let him escape!" Lynn erupted with his last burst of strength, lunging forward desperately.
Mark followed closely, unhesitatingly drawing his gun and beginning to fire at the plane's engine.
Several bullets flew out rapidly, directly hitting the engine cover of the plane.
However, the plane's protection was extremely tight, and the bullets did not cause any substantial damage.
The plane's engines continued to roar, and the cabin door was almost completely closed, ready for takeoff at any moment.
Seeing the plane about to take off, Lynn did not hesitate, rushing towards the plane with all his might.
He knew that if he didn't catch Scott before the plane took off, all their efforts would be in vain.
Just as the plane's cabin door was about to close completely, Lynn suddenly leaped up, hooked one hand onto the boarding ramp, and tightly grasped the plane's fuselage with the other.
"Lynn!" Mark shouted urgently from behind, "Quick, get out of there! You'll fall!"
Chapter 299 Scott is not dead?
Lynn's heart was racing to its limit at this moment, but he did not give up.
He gripped the plane's fuselage tightly, without letting go.
The plane gradually accelerated, soaring into the sky.
Lynn felt a strong wind pressure hit him, almost knocking him over.
However, his hands, like iron clamps, tightly gripped the plane's boarding ladder, using almost all his strength to maintain his position.
The plane finally left the ground and began to ascend.
Lynn gritted his teeth, enduring the intense wind pressure and physical pain, his gaze fixed on Scott inside the cabin.
Scott stood at the cabin door, looking at him coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Do you think you can stop me?" Scott's tone carried an indescribable contempt, "You will never catch up to me."
Lynn did not respond, only gritted his teeth and maintained his standing posture, an unyielding light flickering in his eyes.
He knew he had no retreat, only to continue forward until he caught Scott.
The plane flew higher and higher, and Lynn's body gradually felt stronger pressure.
The cold wind penetrated his clothes, lashing at his face, the pain almost making him lose consciousness.
However, he held on, his hands still firmly gripping the plane's boarding ladder, his eyes never leaving Scott.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Lynn finally spoke, his voice low but resolute, "You can escape for a while, but not forever."
A complex emotion flashed in Scott's eyes, but he quickly returned to his cold demeanor.
"You don't understand."
He turned and walked into the cabin, completely ignoring Lynn.
Lynn took a deep breath, once again increased his strength, and prepared to climb into the cabin.
At the same time, Mark was also preparing on the runway below.
He had already contacted ground support forces, ready to provide assistance when necessary.
Lynn's heart pounded faster, and the strength in his arms was almost exhausted, but he still did not give up.
He knew that if Scott escaped successfully, it would not only be his failure but also affect the entire city and even broader forces.
He had to stop the spread of this disaster.
Suddenly, the plane violently jolted, and Lynn was almost thrown off, but he endured the pain and continued to hold on to the boarding ladder.
At this moment, he no longer felt tired but was filled with tenacity and determination.
Scott ultimately failed to sit still; he walked to the boarding ladder, looked at Lynn's figure, and smiled coldly.
"If you dare to do this, you are also seeking your own death.
Even if you catch me today, the forces behind me can make you disappear without a Shadow."
Lynn stared at Scott, a furious Fire flickering in his eyes.
"Where can you run to?" Lynn said in a low voice, "You will eventually pay the price for what you have done."
Scott sneered incessantly, "You will never understand the power behind us."
Lynn did not respond, but suddenly leaped up, fiercely grabbing Scott's collar and pulling him out of the cabin.
Scott's face instantly turned pale; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to be so decisive.
The two began a fierce struggle at the cabin door, with intense collisions and fists and feet intertwining, and an atmosphere of tension and anger filled the air.
The plane flew rapidly in the air, but the battle between Lynn and Scott made everything even more dangerous.
With the fierce confrontation, the plane's cabin door began to shake violently, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.
The violent shaking of the plane caused Lynn to almost lose his balance; his feet stepped on the plane's boarding ladder, and his body swayed continuously under the strong wind.
Scott clearly had no intention of letting him go easily; his claws, like sharp blades, cut through the air and lunged towards Lynn's face.
"Do you think you can stop me?" Scott chuckled in a low voice, his voice full of provocation.
His claws tore Lynn's clothes, and the cold wind blew into the torn fabric, bringing waves of sharp pain.
However, Lynn did not flinch; his gaze became even more determined, and every inch of his body told him that today, no matter what, Scott must pay the price for his crimes.
Lynn firmly gripped the plane's boarding ladder, swung his body with force, pulling himself back from the strong wind, and met Scott's attack.
He did not give Scott time to react, directly lunging forward with all his strength.
A trace of surprise flashed in Scott's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by anger.
He extended his strong claws, grabbing directly at Lynn's chest.
Lynn dodged his claws, quickly exerted force, and his fists fiercely struck Scott's face.
That punch directly caused Scott to stumble backward, his head hitting the plane's metal wall with a dull thud.
Scott roared in anger, forcefully breaking free from Lynn's attack, his body disappearing into the air again, like a light Shadow in the air.
Lynn reacted immediately; his gaze quickly locked onto Scott's position, and he lunged forward again.
Scott had clearly used his teleportation ability, but he hadn't anticipated Lynn's rapid reaction.
Lynn's body followed closely, almost instantly closing in on Scott.
"Do you think you can escape?" Lynn roared in a low voice, his voice filled with determination and anger.
Scott smiled coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"You can try."
He finished speaking, then suddenly pushed open the cabin door, attempting to use the angle of the cabin to escape Lynn's pursuit.
However, Lynn did not relax for a moment, quickly leaping up and forcefully grabbing Scott's shoulder, pulling him towards himself.
The two collided again, and the violent impact caused a resounding noise from the plane's outer wall.
Scott's physical strength was undoubtedly strong enough to surprise Lynn, but Lynn did not flinch in the slightest.
He knew that only by subduing Scott could he completely prevent this Mutant from dragging the entire city into the abyss.
"Where can you run to? No matter what method you use to escape, I can catch you!" Lynn said sharply, his eyes filled with challenge and determination.
The plane had reached an extremely high altitude, and the surrounding scenery became increasingly blurred, with thick fog permeating the clouds.
Lynn clenched his fists again, staring directly at Scott, preparing to launch his final attack.
He knew he only had one chance, and Scott's strength was gradually recovering.
"You're wrong."
Scott's face darkened, and he suddenly extended his palm, and a strong force surged in the air again, instantly pushing Lynn away.
Lynn felt his body being suppressed by an invisible force, almost unable to move.
However, Scott did not continue to attack but quickly retreated, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.
"You're right, I can't let you keep chasing me.
You don't have much time left."
Lynn endured the severe pain in his body, quickly regained his standing posture, his eyes fixed on Scott.
"What do you want to do?"
Scott's lips curled into an icy smile.
"You want to stop me?
Then try."
He waved his arm, and instantly the surrounding air fluctuated violently again, as if an invisible force was rushing towards Lynn.
Lynn had almost no time to react before he was pushed by this powerful force, his body jolting, and he instantly lost his balance.
Just as Lynn was about to fall, he saw Scott preparing to launch his final attack.
At that moment, his heart suddenly quickened, and he realized he could no longer remain so passive.
He endured the pain, and with his last bit of strength, he jumped from the ground and fiercely lunged at Scott.
"You won't win."
Scott said, preparing to attack again, but Lynn almost simultaneously grabbed him, forcefully pressing Scott's body against the plane's cabin door.
At that moment, the entire plane seemed to shake violently a few times, the cabin door's latch was shaken open by the strong impact, and the plane's side door opened slightly.
Lynn, almost with all his might, quickly grabbed Scott's neck and fiercely pushed him against the inner wall of the cabin.
Scott's face instantly turned pale, but he did not give in easily, still using all his strength to fight back.
The atmosphere inside the plane's cabin became increasingly tense, and their struggle had no rules, filled with intense collisions and struggles.
However, Lynn did not give Scott more time to react.
He knew that his physical strength was approaching its limit, but if he didn't quickly subdue Scott, the upcoming battle would become even more difficult.
Lynn aimed for Scott's abdomen and punched him hard.
Scott instantly let out a painful growl, and he was knocked back several steps.
"You still dare to resist?" Lynn forcefully grabbed Scott's shoulder and said coldly, "Today, no matter what ability you use, you cannot escape."
Just then, Scott suddenly smiled, a complex light flashing in his eyes.
"Do you think you can bring me to justice?
You're wrong."
He suddenly exerted force, and the airflow in the entire cabin instantly twisted, and Lynn and Scott's bodies were twisted together in an instant, like two images in the air, almost becoming blurred.
Lynn suddenly felt a violent sense of dizziness, and the scene before him began to distort.
Scott's power erupted again, almost tearing him apart.
But at that instant, the plane's alarm suddenly blared, the cabin door shook violently again, and a powerful airflow rushed into the cabin.
"Give me more time, Scott." Lynn roared unwillingly in a low voice, his fingers tightly gripping Scott's collar, using almost all his strength.
A hint of disdain flashed in Scott's eyes, and his body instantly disappeared again, fleeing towards the rear cabin of the plane.
Lynn had almost no time to react; the plane had already begun to dive rapidly, and then the plane's outer wall began to vibrate violently, the cabin door could not be fully closed, and the strong wind pressed their strength almost to the point of being unable to break free.
The rapid descent of the plane almost made Lynn lose all consciousness; he felt as if his entire body was bound by countless steel wires, almost unable to breathe.
The strong airflow caused constant ringing in his ears, and his body felt as if it had entered a state of weightlessness.
Just as the plane was about to hit the ground, Lynnreacted almost instinctively.
He barely maintained his balance, rushed forward, and headed straight for the cockpit.
The pilot had lost control, and the plane's instrument panel flashed emergency warnings.
Lynn used all his strength to force open the cockpit door and lunged in.
The pilot was clearly terrified and slumped weakly in his seat.
Lynn had no time to deal with him, quickly grabbed the control stick, and began to make a forced landing.
"Stabilize the plane!" Lynn almost shouted in a commanding tone, his hands tightly gripping the control stick, his body tensed, and sweat pouring down like a spring.
He adjusted the plane's direction to the lowest angle, trying his best to control the plane's descent speed.
The plane's engine emitted a piercing roar, and the violent vibrations blurred Lynn's vision, but he dared not relax for a moment.
Just as the plane was almost touching the ground, Lynnforcefully pulled up the control stick, and the plane barely escaped the most dangerous altitude.
The violent vibrations almost made him lose control, but in the end, the plane still landed hard in a deserted area.
The tail of the plane violently hit the ground, and the huge impact instantly threw Lynn to the rear of the cabin, where he fell heavily onto a seat.
The entire fuselage shook violently, and the alarm continued to blare piercingly.
However, Lynn felt as if all his strength was instantly drained; he could no longer remain conscious, and the World before his eyes became blurred, gradually falling into darkness.
...
Lynn's consciousness slowly returned; the first thing he felt was a dazzling White light, followed by waves of pain that spread from head to toe.
Despite feeling pain in every inch of his body, he tried his best to open his eyes, trying to clearly see his surroundings.
He found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by clean and unfamiliar White walls.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there was no sound in the ward except for himself.
Lynn took a deep breath, trying to clear his head; the severe pain in his body made him frown, and his head felt as heavy as if it had been hammered.
"Lynn, you're awake."
A familiar voice suddenly entered his ears, and Lynnturned his head to see Mark sitting beside the bed, a relaxed smile on his face, but the fatigue in his eyes was impossible to ignore.
Lynn's throat was dry, and he spoke with difficulty: "Scott... where is he?"
Mark's expression instantly became serious; he lowered his head and remained silent for a moment before slowly saying: "We found the plane's wreckage and rescued you from the crash site.
You're injured, but it's nothing serious.
As for Scott... we didn't find him."
He paused, seemingly choosing whether to continue, "We searched the entire area, and there was no trace of him in the plane's wreckage."
Lynn's heart sank, realizing the complexity of the situation.
"You mean Scott isn't dead?" He almost gritted his teeth as he spoke, the anxiety and anger in his eyes almost erupting.
Mark nodded, his voice filled with helplessness and disappointment: "Yes, although the plane's crash and forced landing were extremely violent, there's no indication that Scott was among them.
We believe he might have used his abilities to escape at the last moment."
Chapter 300: Mutants Created Using Drugs
Lynn's face instantly turned pale, and his hand fell limply onto the bed.
He struggled to close his eyes, trying to calm himself down and recall the situation just before the plane crashed.
At that moment, Scott certainly had a chance to escape through his teleportation, but he hadn't expected that Scott would choose to escape just as the plane was about to crash, leaving them to bear the disaster themselves.
"Damn it," Lynn gritted his teeth, his voice low, "He escaped again."
Mark stood up and sighed.
"We've done our best, Lynn.
You know, Scott's abilities are too strong; we can't control all situations.
But he will definitely come back; he'll never give up now."
Lynn didn't answer; his heart was silent.
Yes, Scott escaped, but he knew very well that Scott's next target might be even more dangerous and difficult to deal with.
The Obsidian Group behind him, that organization involved in Mutant genetic experiments, still loomed over his head like an insurmountable shadow.
"What do we do next?" Lynn finally looked up at Mark, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Mark's expression remained heavy; he clearly understood that this question was not so easy to answer.
"We can only continue to investigate, searching for more information about the Obsidian Group and Scott.
Now, we have only one goal: find Scott's hiding place and completely resolve this threat."
Lynn took a deep breath; his body still ached, but he forced himself to stand up.
"I can't just lie here; I have to keep investigating."
His voice was firm, and there was no wavering in his eyes.
Mark grabbed him, a hint of anxiety in his tone: "Lynn, you haven't fully recovered yet.
Now is not the time to take risks; Scott has escaped, and you need to rest."
"Rest?" Lynn sneered, "Rest?
If I don't continue the pursuit now, Scott could threaten this city again at any time.
You know the power behind him, and you know the situation we're facing now.
We can't waste any more time."
Mark seemed to realize Lynn's determination; he sighed and shook his head.
"Alright, if you insist, I'll go with you.
However, from now on, we must be more careful; Scottwill definitely not expose himself easily."
Lynn nodded, looking up at the window.
Night had fallen, and the city lights twinkled in the distance.
At that moment, Lynn seemed to feel the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
He couldn't relax his guard; the threat of Scott and the Obsidian Group was far from over.
Soon after, Lynn and Mark left the hospital and returned to FBI Headquarters.
Lynn sat in his office, the computer screen in front of him flickering with various data and files.
In the empty office, there was only the sound of typing on the keyboard and the occasional footsteps of the Police.
Lynn's fingers flew across the keyboard, sifting through all the data on Scott and the Obsidian Group.
He wouldn't let go of a single clue.
He knew that Scott was planning his next move, and they might be just one step away from uncovering the truth of this dark experiment.
"We have to find him," Lynn murmured to himself, his eyes becoming incredibly firm.
On the other side.
Scott stood in the dim Underground Room, surrounded by a heavy atmosphere, the air filled with a strange chemical smell.
His gaze was calm and sharp, as if he was weighing something.
The four walls of the Underground Room were covered with strange symbols and formulas, and the dim yellow light shone on a simple workbench, which was covered with various instruments and bottles.
In the corner was a large glass container filled with an unknown liquid, showing strange bubbles and colors.
Standing in front of Scott was a middle-aged man, his face haggard and his clothes tattered, clearly in a near-comatose state.
His eyes were slightly open, but there was no expression on his face, looking both pained and confused.
The man's arms were fixed to the workbench, clearly unable to break free.
Scott slowly walked towards him, holding a silver vial.
The bottle contained a thick, dark blue liquid that glowed faintly.
Scott looked at the opening of the bottle, a cold smile curling on his lips, and then gently shook the bottle, observing the liquid's reaction.
"This dose of medicine will give you strength and make you powerful, but the price is that your body will no longer belong to yourself," Scott said in a low voice, his tone full of coldness and mockery.
The man's eyes widened a little, seemingly reacting slightly to the surroundings, but he still couldn't speak.
Scott didn't care about his reaction, skillfully opened the bottle, and took out a syringe.
"Don't worry, the pain is temporary; once you get through this, you will become more powerful than you can imagine," Scott murmured, as if talking to himself, or whispering to the lifeless man.
He unhesitatingly aimed the needle at the man's neck and gently injected the liquid.
The drug quickly entered his body, and the man's body trembled slightly a few times, but soon calmed down.
Scott stood there, calmly observing the liquid's reaction within the man's body.
As the drug entered his body, the man's skin began to change rapidly.
First, it became pale, then gradually became red and swollen, as if stimulated by some powerful chemical substance.
The man's face began to twist, and his body also changed drastically with the effect of the drug.
"Relax, the process won't be long," Scott said, then turned around and began to adjust some instruments on the experimental table.
He knew that the effect of the drug was about to appear, and this would be his key to dealing with Lynn.
As time passed, the man's body became more distorted and mutated.
His limbs began to become abnormally strong, his skin gradually developed textures like lizard scales, the muscles on his back began to swell, and the confused expression in his eyes gradually became clear, replaced by a Beast-like ferocity and violence.
The man opened his mouth and let out a low roar, the sound like a Beast's howl from the depths.
Scott smiled slightly, seeming satisfied with the changes before him.
"A Mutant," Scott murmured to himself, a hint of triumph flashing in his eyes.
"You will become my weapon against Lynn."
Suddenly, the man violently broke free from the restraints on his hands and feet fixed to the workbench and jumped up.
His body twisted violently in the air, like a roused Beast, as if he had finally found an outlet for release.
The man's eyes became bloodshot, his facial muscles twisted, and he let out a series of terrifying roars.
"Very good," Scott's lips curved into a smile, looking with satisfaction at the violent Mutant before him.
"You have fully adapted to the drug; now, you will be my most powerful weapon."
The Mutant growled, seemingly not yet fully understanding what had just happened to him.
His movements were chaotic, his body shaking violently, like an out-of-control Beast, pacing around the laboratory, knocking over some instruments on the table, and the entire room began to be filled with a tense and dangerous atmosphere.
Scott walked to the side, opened an iron door, and gently patted the Mutant's shoulder.
"You will follow me and help me complete the next task.
I know you have enough strength to deal with Lynn; as for the rest, I will arrange it."
The Mutant looked up, with no human emotion in his eyes, only brutality and a thirst for blood.
He waved his abnormally powerful limbs, seemingly no longer understanding human language, only able to perceive the commands issued by Scott.
"Let's go, we're going somewhere," Scott smiled coldly, turned, and walked towards the iron door, "Lynn is closing in; we can't let him get close to everything we've done."
The Mutant roared and followed closely behind, walking out of the Underground Room with Scott.
The air was filled with a chilling atmosphere, and all of this had just begun.
...
At the same time, Lynn was still recovering in the hospital.
Although the pain in his body had eased, the unease in his heart lingered.
The plane crash made him feel the breath of death; as he got closer to the truth, he also felt more clearly the danger of this pursuit.
"Lynn, take a break," Mark said softly, sitting by the bed.
"You need to rest now; your body's recovery is the most important thing."
Lynn nodded slightly, but there was still undisguised anxiety in his eyes.
"Scott escaped, and the Obsidian Group is still planning everything behind the scenes.
I can't let him keep escaping."
Seeing this, Mark sighed.
"We've done our best, Lynn.
Although Scott escaped, we also exposed some clues about him.
Next, we will continue to track his movements; we haven't fully grasped the forces behind the Obsidian Group yet."
Lynn shook his head, his gaze becoming firm.
"We can't delay any longer.
Scott will definitely make his next move; only by catching him first can we stop this disaster."
Mark hesitated for a moment but ultimately said nothing more.
He knew that Lynn had made up his mind; this unmissable opportunity concerned not only his personal safety but also the fate of the entire city and even more people.
"Alright, we'll continue the chase," Mark said in a low voice.
Just then, urgent footsteps came from outside the hospital door.
A young Agent in an FBI uniform rushed in, holding a document, with an anxious expression on his face.
"Agent, we just received intelligence," the Agent quickly walked to Lynn's bed, "We found that Scott might be planning a larger operation.
Just now, he transformed a middle-aged man into a Mutant in the underground laboratory, seemingly preparing to deal with you and Mark."
Lynn suddenly sat up from the bed, his face instantly turning pale.
"What is he doing?"
The Agent handed the document to Lynn.
"According to our intelligence, Scott is already prepared to send this new Mutant to deal with you, and the action may unfold within the next few hours.
We cannot determine his location, but he seems to have sent out a signal to the outside world, preparing for his next plan."
Lynn gripped the document tightly, a hint of calmness and determination flashing in his eyes.
"Alright, continue to track his movements and stay in contact at all times."
He got out of bed and began to prepare his equipment.
"Mark, we can't wait any longer; we must act immediately."
Mark stood up, nodding with a solemn gaze.
"Alright, let's go solve this together."
The two quickly left the hospital and drove towards the Obsidian Group's potential activity area.
Lynn and Mark's car sped through the city streets, the wheels screeching on the wet pavement, and a strong sense of tension filled the air.
As they approached Scott's possible hiding place, Lynn's heart pounded, and his mind kept replaying Scott's every move and the various conspiracies of the Obsidian Groupbehind him.
"Mark, stay alert; we're almost there," Lynn's voice was filled with determination, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
His heart was no longer calm; although their target was clear, he knew that Scott would not be easily captured.
Mark didn't respond, just gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
The entire city street was empty and silent, and the surrounding buildings gradually became desolate.
Lynn glanced out the car window, trying to observe any possible anomalies.
He already had a premonition that today's operation would definitely not go smoothly.
"Scott won't give up so easily; he'll set up obstacles," Mark suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, "We have to be careful."
No sooner had he finished speaking than an unknown low sound came from outside the car window, and then the car suddenly shook violently.
Lynn reacted very quickly; he immediately grabbed the handle inside the car, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes.
"Mark, brake!"
Mark stepped on the brake without hesitation, and the car instantly stopped.
A piercing metallic scraping sound came from behind the car, as if something had violently crashed into the rear.
Lynn quickly got out of the car and rushed to the back.
Just as he opened the car door, suddenly, a huge impact came from behind him.
He barely had time to react before he was violently knocked aside, his body slamming into the wall by the roadside.
"Lynn!" Mark quickly jumped out of the car and rushed towards him, but Lynn had already stood up, gripping his gun tightly.
He looked back and saw a massive figure walking towards them, its body enormous, muscles bulging, as if it had crawled out of hell.
The person's skin was a deep green, shimmering with scales like a reptile's, and the bones on its back were like protruding bone spurs, chilling to the bone.
Lynn's heart sank instantly.
This was the Mutant Scott had created using the drug.
This monster was clearly far more powerful than any enemy Lynn had encountered.
"Stay calm, Mark," Lynn said in a low voice; although his tone was calm, a hint of unmistakable tension was revealed in his eyes.
The Mutant let out a low roar and suddenly lunged at them.
Mark quickly fired, but the bullets were almost ineffectively blocked by the Mutant's hard skin.
The Mutant unhesitatingly pounced on Mark, quickly grabbed his shoulder, and violently threw him to the ground.
Chapter 301 The Winner is About to Be Decided
"Mark!" Lynn shouted, a flash of anger in his eyes.
He quickly turned and charged forward, trying to pull the Mutant off Mark, but the Mutant was too strong and moved too swiftly; Lynn had almost no way to get close.
Mark struggled fiercely, trying to break free from the Mutant's grasp, but his powerful hands were almost completely immobilized.
The Mutant snarled, preparing to completely subdue Mark.
In an instant, Lynn made a decision; he quickly pulled out his spare taser from his waist and pressed the switch, aiming it at the Mutant's back.
"Die!" Lynn roared in a low voice, and a powerful Currentinstantly passed through the Mutant's body, shocking it back a few steps, groaning in pain.
The Current did not completely knock it down, but it clearly had some effect on its body.
The Mutant swayed and stabilized itself, glaring at Lynn, its eyes filled with ferocity and violence.
Its eyes turned blood-red, emitting a chilling growl, then it lunged violently, charging at Lynn.
Lynn barely had time to react; the Mutant had already pounced.
Lynn dodged with all his might, but he was still scratched by one of its claws, instantly splattering blood, and the pain almost made Lynn lose consciousness.
"Quick! Lynn!" Mark shouted, struggling to get up from the ground, his heart filled with anxiety when he saw Lynn injured.
"Let him go!"
Lynn gritted his teeth, enduring the sharp pain, and leaped suddenly, avoiding the Mutant's next attack.
He already felt that what he and Mark were facing now was not just an individual battle, but a struggle deeply connected to the Obsidian Group.
This war was no longer just a simple chase; it was more like a life-and-death struggle between humans and non-humans.
"You won't win, Scott!" Lynn said in a low voice, although he felt pain and exhaustion in his heart, he knew that only by persisting until the last moment could he win this struggle.
The Mutant let out another low growl and lunged at Lynnagain, but just as it approached Lynn, Mark suddenly pounced from behind, pushing the Mutant with all his strength and throwing it to the ground.
Lynn took the opportunity to quickly stand up, ready to continue the attack.
Although Mark was injured, he still did not give up.
He picked up a fallen steel pipe from the ground and quickly attacked the Mutant.
The steel pipe struck the Mutant's back heavily, making a dull sound.
The Mutant struggled violently, but the hit clearly made it hesitate slightly; although its skin was hard, it could still feel some pain.
Lynn no longer hesitated.
He quickly took out a small explosive device from his backpack, pressed the switch, and threw it at the Mutant.
The explosive device activated quickly, and the flames and smoke of the explosion instantly spread, blasting the Mutant back a few steps.
Although it was not completely destroyed, it also caused it a considerable Impact.
The Mutant roared angrily, seemingly having fallen into a state of extreme rage.
It lunged again, preparing for a final blow.
However, this time, Lynn did not give it a chance.
He calmly pulled out his last grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it.
"Die for me!" Lynn shouted, and with the explosion of the grenade, fire light shot out, and the air was instantly filled with thick smoke and debris.
The Mutant was struck by a violent Impact, slamming heavily into a nearby wall and instantly falling to the ground, unable to get up.
Lynn gasped for breath, his body almost devoid of strength, but he did not stop.
He walked towards the fallen Mutant, his gaze heavy.
Although it was temporarily defeated, he knew that Scottwould definitely have backup Mutants.
The Obsidian Group's conspiracy was far more complex than he imagined, and today's battle might just be the beginning.
"We can't stop," Lynn said in a low voice, turning to walk towards Mark, "Scott is still on the run, we can't give him any chances."
Mark took a deep breath, wiped the blood from his face, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.
"That's right, we continue the chase.
Scott won't let us off easily."
The two wasted no more time, picked up their weapons again, and quickly left the scene, continuing to track Scott's whereabouts.
On the other side.
Scott sat in the dim office, the phone receiver tightly clutched in his hand, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
Although he had sent out the Mutant he created, attempting to completely resolve Lynn and Mark through this attack, the result was beyond his expectation—the Mutant was easily defeated!
The "weapon" born from his hands actually failed to play its due role; instead, it was suppressed by Lynn's reaction speed and adaptability, and instantly destroyed.
"Damn it... how can they be so strong!" Scott gritted his teeth, glaring at the mountainous pile of documents on his desk.
He could not tolerate such a failure; all his efforts seemed to have been mercilessly erased in that fierce battle.
He understood that this was not just a simple battle, but a crucial moment related to his future destiny.
"If I want to win this battle, I need more power." Scott's gaze became resolute.
He turned and picked up the phone on the desk, dialing that number again.
The voice on the other end of the phone rang, it was that consistently calm, cold-toned superior.
"Scott, what happened?
I heard your Mutant didn't complete the mission?"
Scott took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and maintain rationality as much as possible.
"Yes, the mission failed.
But it wasn't my fault.
The Mutant didn't fully adapt to the serum, and Lynn and Mark's response capabilities exceeded my expectations.
I need a new serum, a newer, more powerful formula, to ensure this mission's success."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then a cold response came: "You've already got enough resources, don't waste any more time.
If you can't do it, then give up."
Scott's face instantly darkened.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart.
"You're right, I've already got enough resources, but that's not all.
I want more, a new serum that can give my Mutantextraordinary power and completely defeat Lynn!"
"Enough, Scott, who do you think you are?
You got so many resources and still failed, now you want more serum, it's ridiculous!"
The superior's voice became even colder, "If you keep causing trouble, I can't guarantee what your outcome will be."
The anger in Scott's heart almost erupted.
He slammed the phone down, angrily throwing his cell phone onto the desk.
At that moment, his heart was filled with humiliation and unwillingness; he could no longer tolerate his superior's threats and coldness.
"No matter what you say, I cannot give up!" Scott roared in a low voice, his gaze becoming even more ferocious.
"I want my own victory, no matter how heavy the cost."
He urgently considered his next actions.
Clearly, his superior would no longer give him more support; everything would have to be handled by himself.
Scott knew that he had to solve this problem through his own means, and the best way was to personally enter the laboratory and obtain the serum he had been dreaming of.
Scott quickly made a decision and took steps towards the underground laboratory.
This laboratory was the most confidential place within the Obsidian Group, storing a series of research materials and serums related to Mutants.
Scott had high clearance within the laboratory, but due to his superior's monitoring and restrictions, he had not personally entered it for a long time.
"Tonight," he muttered to himself, quickly preparing everything, then quietly left the office and walked towards the laboratory.
The night was deep.
Scott walked through the long corridor, tiptoeing past the guards on the way, and bypassed the surveillance areas of the security system.
Although these security measures once troubled him, he was now accustomed to this operation, every step extremely cautious.
In front of the underground laboratory door, he stopped, took a deep breath, aimed at a blind spot in the nearby surveillance, quickly pulled out a small tool, and began to crack the laboratory's electronic door lock.
The door lock's password system was complex and strict, but Scott did not have much time to waste; the tool in his hand constantly adjusted, gradually bypassing the system's defenses.
"Click."
The lock cylinder turned, and the laboratory door finally opened for him.
Scott quietly walked into the laboratory; it was silent all around, the equipment and instruments nearby flickered with faint red light, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of chemicals.
His gaze scanned the laboratory, aiming to find the serums he urgently needed—the new formula that could enhance the Mutant's power.
He walked along the laboratory corridor, bypassed several storage rooms, and finally arrived at the cold storage area for serums.
Scott stopped, his eyes fixed on the cold storage door.
Above the door was a row of password input devices, directly linked to the serum storage system.
Scott lightly touched the control panel next to it, quickly entered a familiar password, and a few seconds later, the door lock opened.
"Finally." Scott felt a wave of relief.
He pushed open the door and walked in.
In front of him, neatly arranged on the refrigerated shelves, were several bottles of the new formula serum.
Each bottle of serum emitted a faint blue glow, and the labels on the bottles displayed some complex chemical components.
Scott's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
He walked to a bottle of serum, gently picked it up, and observed the liquid inside.
This formula was specially tailored for Mutants, capable of stimulating genetic mutation and physical strengthening faster.
Scott knew that this bottle of serum would be key to his upcoming battle.
However, just as Scott was about to take the serum, suddenly, he heard a rapid sound of footsteps.
Scott's expression changed slightly; he immediately looked down at his watch.
It was past the usual shift change time, and clearly, the laboratory patrol team had not changed shifts as usual.
"Damn it!" Scott cursed in a low voice.
He quickly stuffed the serum bottle into his backpack and turned to prepare to leave.
However, the footsteps grew closer and closer, and as several figures appeared in his line of sight, Scott realized he had been discovered.
"Stop! Who's there?" A middle-aged man suddenly shouted, raising the gun in his hand, pointing directly at Scott's location.
Scott's heart skipped a beat.
He barely had time to think, immediately turned around, and ran towards the exit at the back of the laboratory.
He knew that if he were caught by these people, all his plans would come to naught, and that bottle of serum was his only hope.
"You can't escape!" The pursuers followed closely, their footsteps gradually closing in.
Scott gritted his teeth, glanced back, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
He knew he didn't have much time; once caught, all his efforts would be in vain.
The footsteps continued to close in, Scott's heart pounded faster, and he rushed towards the exit with all his might.
Just then, he suddenly discovered a door leading to the back alley.
Scott rushed over without hesitation, almost using all his strength to push open the door, bursting into the back alley, and disappearing into the darkness of the night.
The pursuers had not yet reached the door when Scotthad already disappeared into the dim night.
Not long after.
Scott walked into the underground boxing ring, where dim yellow lights illuminated the entire space, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.
The surrounding walls were covered with cracks from years and countless battles, and the paint on the ground had peeled off, revealing the gray concrete.
The seats around were enclosed by circles of rough railings, looking very simple and primitive.
On the other side of the venue, a few spectators were shouting, cheering for the upcoming match, while the boxing match in the ring was in full swing.
Scott stood quietly at the entrance, observing this underground boxing ring.
In the center of the venue, a bearded, muscular boxer was fiercely fighting his opponent.
Both were sweating profusely, and the sound of punches landing echoed throughout the arena.
Scott's eyes were fixed on them, his face expressionless, but his mind was performing complex calculations.
"These people, though strong, are nothing more than ordinary people." Scott muttered to himself.
His gaze swept over every participant in the venue; everyone was quite strong, their skin covered with rough scars and wounds, and their eyes gleamed with a wolf-like coldness.
He knew that this place was full of potential subjects who could become Mutant test subjects.
What Scott needed was an extremely strong person who could withstand the serum's modification.
He not only needed physical strength but also that strong will to survive and extreme self-healing ability.
Only such a person could maximize the effect of the serum and withstand the drastic changes it brought.
"This match should be able to pick out the right person." Scott nodded slightly.
He had already decided to choose a suitable test subject today.
Just then, the battle in the venue suddenly became more intense.
The muscular boxer threw a powerful right hook, hitting his opponent's jaw hard.
The opponent instantly lost his balance, stumbled back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.
A commotion erupted in the stands, as if everyone knew that the match was about to be decided.
Scott's eyes gleamed with a cold light.
He walked towards the edge of the venue, slowly pushing through some of the crowd.
Just as he approached, the boxer who had been hit suddenly struggled to steady himself, his eyes filled with anger, like an enraged beast, quickly counterattacking with a fierce onslaught.
Chapter 302: In every subsequent game, he will prove himself
"This is what I need," Scott smiled slightly, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He had already locked onto his target—that strong, exceptionally resilient boxer. This man seemed unafraid of pain; instead, he grew stronger with each fight, exhibiting an innate toughness. His strength and reaction speed were also astonishing, far beyond what an ordinary trainer could achieve.
The match finally ended, and the powerful boxer won with an overwhelming advantage, standing on the boxing ring, panting heavily. His gaze swept across the surrounding audience, seemingly enjoying the glory of victory. However, his eyes landed on Scott, and his expression became alert, as if he had noticed the presence of this stranger.
Scott ignored him, instead walking quietly towards the staff at the ringside. He knew very well that this underground boxing ring was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. The people here possessed extraordinary endurance and strength, and these were precisely what he needed.
Soon after, Scott was introduced by a staff member and led to a dimly lit small room. The room contained only a simple table and a few chairs, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol. The boxer who had just won the match was sitting nearby, his body covered in sweat, but his face still carried the arrogance of victory. His large muscles appeared exceptionally prominent under the light, seemingly formidable.
"What do you want with me?" the boxer asked coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Scott smiled slightly, sat down, and scrutinized the man before him. "I noticed your performance; it is indeed extraordinary." His voice was low and magnetic, seemingly carrying an irresistible power. "You displayed astonishing strength and tenacious will in this match. I believe you are an ideal candidate."
The boxer's eyes became somewhat alert. He reached up and touched his chin, letting out a light chuckle. "What are you talking about? Do you want to buy me?"
Scott did not answer, merely continuing to observe him. "I am not planning to buy you. I am here to offer you an opportunity, an opportunity to become stronger, far beyond your current limits." Scott's words were full of temptation. "I can give you power that others could never imagine."
The boxer frowned slightly, clearly not believing Scott's words. "Tell me, what kind of opportunity?"
"A potion," Scott's voice deepened. "I can provide a special potion that can alter your body structure, enhance your physical strength, recovery ability, and even grant you strength far beyond that of ordinary people."
"A potion?" The boxer laughed. "Are you kidding me? What kind of potion can make a person stronger? I've been boxing for so many years, and I've never seen any medicine that could make me stronger." He clearly wasn't buying it, thinking that Scott was just bragging.
Scott did not rush to retort. Instead, he took out a glass bottle from his bag. It contained a deep blue liquid, and the label on the bottle listed complex chemical components and a serial number. "This is my latest developed potion. It can directly act on human genes, rapidly enhancing your strength, endurance, and recovery ability. This is not an ordinary drug, but a precise formula that has undergone multiple trials and adjustments. As long as you take it, you will gain unprecedented power."
The boxer stared at the potion, his expression becoming complex. "If you give me this, how strong will I become? Will that power allow me to defeat anyone?"
"Of course," Scott nodded, a sharp smile in his eyes. "Not only that, the effect of the potion far exceeds your imagination. It can allow you to recover your physical strength and enhance your combat effectiveness in a short period, even reaching a level unattainable by ordinary people. You will become an invincible existence."
The boxer seemed to fall into deep thought, clearly showing a strong interest in the potion. He touched his chin, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"However," Scott continued, "the potion is not without a price. After taking it, your body will undergo drastic changes, and you may experience extreme pain. But if you can persevere, you will gain that unimaginable power."
The boxer gritted his teeth, looked at the potion, and took a deep breath. He knew that his physical strength and ability had reached a bottleneck, and the potion before him might be the only opportunity for him to break through his limits. A strong desire flickered in his eyes, and he finally nodded.
"Okay, give me the potion," he said coldly, his eyes filled with determination.
Scott smiled slightly, took out a syringe from his bag, injected some liquid into the potion bottle, then picked up the syringe, preparing to inject the boxer. Throughout the process, his movements were skilled and calm, as if this was just a routine task.
"You will find that once you take this potion, your body will possess superhuman strength," Scott whispered, as the syringe slowly entered the boxer's skin.
A strong stinging sensation immediately spread throughout the boxer's body. His face instantly turned pale, and he sharply recoiled a step, as if about to fall to the ground. After the potion entered his body, the boxer's muscles began to swell violently, and red spots appeared on his skin, seemingly undergoing some extreme transformation.
"Pain... pain..." the boxer groaned softly, his entire body seemingly enduring immense suffering, twitching continuously.
Scott calmly observed all of this, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He knew that while the transformation process of a Mutant was painful, it was also a sign of the potion's effectiveness. As time passed, the boxer's body began to calm down, his muscles gradually returned to their original state, and the pain in his eyes was slowly replaced by an unprecedented power.
"Good, accept it," Scott said calmly.
The boxer stood firm, took a deep breath, and felt the changes within his body. Every subtle airflow in the air seemed to be within his perception; his strength, speed, and even his senses became extraordinarily acute. All sensations became intense and real, as if his body had suddenly become an omnipotent machine.
"I... I really became stronger," the boxer whispered, his eyes filled with surprise and satisfaction. "I feel... endless power."
Scott nodded with satisfaction. "This is the power you deserve. Next, you will become key to my plan."
Soon after.
The boxer Alan stood on the gleaming edge of the boxing ring, the air filled with tension. The lights shone on his sweaty muscles, making him appear like an unbreakable rock. His opponent was a well-built, experienced boxer, seemingly not simple. However, Alan's current state was completely different from his past self.
The changes brought by that potion were not merely a surge in strength; they made every muscle in his body feel as if it had turned into steel. He could feel an unprecedented power within his body, and with each deep breath, his body trembled slightly. Those steel-like limbs filled him with confidence in his own strength; he knew he was no longer the Alan of the past.
"Tonight, I'm going to give them a surprise," Alan whispered, a cold smirk appearing on his lips.
Before the match began, the atmosphere in the venue was exceptionally tense. The crowd in the stands continuously cheered and shouted, while the boxers warmed up under the referee's instructions. Alan's opponent stood on the other side, his face serious, clearly confident in this match. His height and weight were similar to Alan's, and he seemed to have nothing particularly special about him, but Alan felt no pressure because of this. At this moment, his eyes held only the desire for victory.
The referee waved his hand to signal the start of the match, and the atmosphere immediately became even more tense. Alan quickly entered his state, rapidly closing in on his opponent from the very beginning. His footwork was light and fast, his figure as agile as a leopard. His opponent was clearly bewildered by Alan's speed, attempting to throw punches to counter, but found that Alan's movements always easily evaded them, as if he could foresee every attack.
The opponent clearly began to grow uneasy, his punches becoming more and more frantic, and the accuracy of his attacks gradually declined. Alan, however, was like a machine completely unconstrained; his reaction speed, strength, and even the precision of every punch reached an unimaginable level for an ordinary person. The opponent's few attacks merely struck Alan's steel-like body, emitting dull "thudding" sounds, causing almost no damage.
"What on earth did you do?" the opponent shouted, his face filled with surprise and anger. His fists were already beginning to feel heavy, clearly a sign of depleted strength. Alan's every counterattack was extremely precise and powerful; his every punch seemed to tear through the air, striking the opponent's defense directly with infinite power.
At the end of the first round, Alan had sustained almost no damage, while his opponent was panting from exhaustion, and visible injuries had already begun to appear on his body. As the second round began, Alan clearly had control of the match's rhythm. He did not rush to attack, but instead used his steel-like body to steadily absorb all of his opponent's attacks. Each of the opponent's attacks only made Alan retreat a few steps, but whenever he retaliated, his power directly forced the other boxer to retreat, even stumbling.
The pace of this match gradually spiraled out of control, and the audience's gaze was entirely focused on Alan, marveling at his extraordinary performance. Every punch carried absolute power; one could even see the opponent gasping for breath from the impact, beaten into a pathetic state. Alan, however, remained calm, as if he wasn't in a match, but enjoying the thrill brought by ultimate power.
Finally, in the last round, Alan decided to give himself a complete breakthrough. He suddenly accelerated, closing in rapidly on his opponent almost before he could react, and threw a heavy punch. That punch was held nothing back, striking the opponent's chest with immense force. The opponent was completely unable to dodge; after being hit in the chest, he flew directly out of the boxing ring, falling heavily to the ground. The scene was silent, and the referee quickly walked towards the fallen boxerand began counting.
Alan stood in the center of the boxing ring, calmly looking at his fallen opponent, his steel-like muscles trembling slightly. The audience instantly erupted in thunderous applause and cheers; clearly, no one had anticipated this scene. His opponent finally stood up after a few seconds, staggering towards the referee, clearly unable to continue the match.
"This is impossible!" the opponent murmured, his eyes filled with shock and anger. "What on earth did you do?!"
Alan did not answer, merely giving him a cold glance before turning and leaving the boxing ring. As he walked off the ring, the surrounding crowd surged forward, reaching out to pat his shoulders, praising his exceptional performance that night. However, Alan's mood at this moment was unusually calm; he felt little joy, simply walking silently towards the locker room, preparing to leave.
As he walked into the locker room, the feeling of that punch just now, and the power it brought, still echoed clearly in Alan's mind. He raised his hand, looked at his strong fist, and felt the immense power coming from beneath his muscles. That feeling was as if the entire World was within his grasp. And the effect of the potion was far more powerful than he had imagined. Alan's eyes gradually became cold, and a new impulse began to emerge within him: to constantly break through himself, to surpass all his former limits.
He stood in front of the mirror for a while, his gaze deep, no smile on his face, only an exceptionally firm determination. Tonight's match was just the beginning; in every match to come, he would prove himself, prove that the power he possessed was so strong, so strong that it was unrivaled.
"This is my true beginning," Alan murmured to himself, a cold smirk curling slightly at the corners of his lips.
At the same time, outside the boxing ring, Scott was also observing all of this in the dark. He had already seen the immense potential Alan displayed through observing the match. Although Alan had not yet fully mastered all the changes brought by the potion, he had already shown astonishing power, and this was precisely what Scott had been expecting.
"The result of this match exceeded my expectations," Scott murmured softly, a calm light flickering in his eyes. "Alan, no matter what, you are my experimental subject. The next steps will determine your future."
Alan's body still retained the fatigue from the match; although the potion had allowed him to recover all his physical strength within a few short hours, the soreness throughout his body still felt like a memory etched into his bones. The locker room was empty, with only the faint movement of air and the clamor from the audience outside. Alan looked down at his fists, his knuckles slightly white, took a deep breath, and felt his mind gradually calm down. However, Scott's threat lingered like a Shadow, constantly bothering him.
Just as he finished tidying his gear and was about to leave, Scott's figure appeared at the locker room door. He was wearing a dark suit, his expression cold, his eyes sharp, as if they could pierce through anything. He stood there like an undeniable Shadow, instantly dropping the temperature of the entire room by several degrees.
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