Chapter 6: 06 - Escape (3)

Chapter 6: 06 - Escape (3)

"It's you!!" Francis shouted. Hearing the familiar sentence pattern, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Seeing him, Derrick raised the rifle in his hand to aim at Francis' head and without saying a word, he pulled the trigger.

Although Derrick has never used a gun, he knew the premise of shooting, so he did not make any low-level mistakes such as forgetting to open the safety.

As early as the moment he saw Francis, he was already planning to shoot him in his head.

At such a short distance, no matter how bad his aim was, Francis couldn't dodge bullets.

However, Derrick far underestimated Francis' reflexes.

Facing Derrick's sneak attack, Francis, who was originally frightened and angry, suddenly stretched out his right hand and pushed down the muzzle of the gun that was about to kill him and all the bullets fired were received by the ground.

"Damn fast..." Derrick was about to take back the rifle when he saw a fist very close to his face.

Derrick, who couldn't dodge in time, could only raise his arms to block in haste.

The moment the fist touched the arm, Derrick could even hear the brittle sound of his own arm's bones being broken again. This force was beyond his ability to resist.

The power that Francis shows now reminds Derrick of some movie clips.

That is, as the manager of this Mutant slave processing factory, Francis was also a Mutant with power. His physical quality had far surpassed ordinary people and all his pain receptors had been surgically removed.

But even so, Derrick still didn't let go of his grip on the rifle.

Francis was a little surprised by this. He snorted coldly and punched Derrick again.

The sound of the air due to the speed of Francis' fist rang in Derrick's ears.

Derrick did not retreat but rather advanced, before the fist hit, he grabbed Francis's arms, trying to knock him to the ground with the weight of his body.

However, Francis seemed to know what Derrick was thinking.

He suddenly exerted strength from his waist to stabilize the balance of his body, and unexpectedly, he still stood after Derrick's moves.

Next, Francis raised his leg and kicked Derrick hard in the abdomen.

It would've been fine if Derrick had still denied from having recognized him but this...

"It's all the concrete's fault!" Wade was furious and fired a volley of bullets towards Francis' cover

"Get out. See what you did to my face. You ruined the dream boy of thousands of girls and maybe men."

Seeing that all the guards were dead, Francis was calm and walked out from behind the bunker with his hands raised up in the air.

Francis raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, "You won't kill me. Only I can restore your face back to its original appearance."

Wade then continued to say, "You're right, I won't kill you. Rather, I will cut your ass and stick it to your mouth so that you can taste the taste of your shit." Wade said while pointing his rifle at Francis.

Derrick looked at Wade in disgust.

"That'sdisgusting, Mr handsome," Derrick said while looking at Wade.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps started approaching them from some distance.

The two turned around quickly, only to see a woman rushing towards them.

Without any hesitation, Derrick and Wade raised their guns and fired at her at the same time.

Derrick noticed that the woman didn't even dodge. She let the bullets hit her body and the bullets made a ringing sound when they hit her.

The woman then proceeded to punch Derrick, who was the closest to her.

'Isn't she-' A thought flashed in Derrick's mind.

While thinking, he accidentally missed the chance to avoid her punch. It was too late for him to dodge so, he tried to defend himself with the rifle. Although he knew it won't be of any help, there was no harm in trying.

The rifle in Derrick's hand broke into two pieces and the woman's fist hit Derrick's chest with an undiminished force.

The surrounding area suddenly changed.

It was as if Derrick had been hit head-on by a heavy truck and his whole body had been squashed on the wall.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with blood from his internal organs. His chest was injured severely and his body limply fell on the ground.