Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 44:



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Footsteps echoed slowly through the quiet corridor.

The group of four soon arrived at the confinement room holding Number One.

Gazing at this room, which was as strictly guarded as his own, if not more so, Number Five's eyes flashed with strong apprehension.

Even he was wary of the person inside.

It wasn't just because the person inside was powerful, but also because he had the title of "Mutant Slayer!"

Thinking of the pulse interference, even Number Five showed a hint of disgust in his eyes. The four of them peered inside.

A middle-aged man, appearing to be about two meters tall with a burly physique and a body seemingly made of bronze metal, lay with his eyes closed on a white iron bed.

Hearing the footsteps, Number One opened his eyes and looked over.

"Number One, there's a mission the base needs you to handle."

Leading the group, the warden Mark opened the cell door and walked over to unlock Number One's chains.

As the chains fell off, Number One stretched his body, a ferocious expression appearing on his face. In a rough, booming voice, he said, "A mission? A mission that requires me?"

"What kind of mission is worth my time?"

Glancing at the wardens, a faint sneer appeared on his face, feeling they were making a big fuss over nothing, needing him for a trivial task.

Moreover...

"We're taking Number Five too?" Number One's metallic face showed a hint of anger, feeling insulted.

Mark glanced at him and said, "The enemy is very troublesome, a powerful mutant, and this is a direct order from Director Alessandro!"

Hearing the enemy was a powerful mutant, Number One became even more indifferent, showing some irritation, ready to scoff.

However, upon hearing the name Alessandro, the sneer on his face faded, replaced by respect.

Not just him, but Number Five showed a similar expression.

Mark smiled and turned, leading the group outside.

They walked through the area where the ordinary prisoners were held.

In an instant, the previously chatting prisoners fell silent, the area becoming so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

"It's Number One and Number Five!"

Seeing the metallic gleam of Number One and the calm, indifferent Number Five, the prisoners were terrified, their eyes filled with fear.

No one understood the terror of these two monsters better than they did!

They still remembered when a burly black man tried to harass Number Five, and Number Five, even under the suppression of the mutant controller, managed to use an energy shock.

A red energy blast covered the man in an instant, and within two seconds, he was charred and dead on the ground, in a gruesome state!

Not to mention, Number Five also had super-speed healing, like an unkillable cockroach. No one could defeat him!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Number One was even more straightforward, punching an offending person into pieces, with blood and limbs flying everywhere, scaring countless people to death!

After that, anyone who provoked them met a dire end!

So, both ordinary prisoners and mutants were terrified of them, not just because of their strength, but also their ruthless, cold-blooded nature, killing without hesitation.

Glancing at the prisoners, a sneer flashed in Number One's eyes. He looked down on them, or rather, anyone ranked below him.

As they walked past, the prisoners started discussing.

"Where are they taking Number One and Number Five?"

"Did you forget about Number Thirty-Seven?"

The previously confused prisoners suddenly understood, feeling schadenfreude and pity.

"Number Thirty-Seven is doomed this time; no one can match those two monsters!"

"Right, even if Number Thirty-Seven is strong, he's finished this time!"

"Let's hope Number Thirty-Seven can survive..."

Even the freckled youth who had spoken with Syd shook his head.

"May God bless you!"

Bets started on whether Number Thirty-Seven would be brought back with broken limbs or dead. No one believed Number One and Number Five could fail.

Outside the experiment base, Number Five frowned slightly and asked, "Where are you taking us to find your target?"

Mark smiled, saying, "Number Thirty-Seven's location is hard to pinpoint; he's constantly moving. We need to wait for a mutant code-named Bloodhound."

"But Bloodhound is currently on a mission and can't come immediately, so we need some time."

As he led the way, he continued speaking.

"Now, I'm taking you to capture another mutant, to help you adapt to each other and possibly learn to cooperate, to avoid any mishaps when dealing with Number Thirty-Seven."

Hearing about cooperation, both Number One and Number Five were dismissive.

They believed there was no need for cooperation; they could handle Number Thirty-Seven

alone.

And Number Thirty-Seven?

Number One felt slightly angry, saying, "Are you saying we should go after this so-called Number Thirty-Seven?"

Hearing the ranking, Number One knew Number Thirty-Seven's strength.

Thinking about it, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

Not just him, but Number Five also looked incredulous, thinking he had misheard.

A Number Thirty-Seven, needing their intervention?

Mark glanced at them, explaining, "After capturing another mutant, I'll explain and show you some data and videos on Number Thirty-Seven."

"Remember, Number Thirty-Seven isn't as easy to deal with as you think."

Despite Mark's words, both Number One and Number Five remained indifferent, feeling he

was overreacting, even suggesting watching videos, which they found laughable!

Did he not understand their power?

The five of them got into a car and drove off into the distance.

Half an hour later...

They stopped outside a house.

After getting out, Mark unlocked the mutant controllers on Number One and Number Five.

Then, they approached the target house.

Bang bang bang!

After a series of knocks, a young voice came from inside.

"Who's there?"

Click, the door was opened.

A blonde teenage boy's head peeked out.

Looking very young, Fabian's face turned pale instantly.

The metallic body of Number One and the warden uniforms immediately filled him with

unease.

Bang!

Mark held the door, his voice stern, "We received a report saying Fabian used superpowers..."