Chapter 17: Brain-to-Brain Contact
A continuous barrage of bullets tore through the sea of garbage, sending scrap flying.
The Mutant was instantly enraged. The gunfire couldn't bring it down; it merely splattered some of the monstrosity's flesh and shattered the trash clinging to it. An instant later, both the broken debris and the embedded bullets were absorbed as new parts of its body.
It let out a strange, muffled roar, sounding like every wire and appliance inside its body was short-circuiting all at once.
The colossal beast lunged, leaping up onto the highway and charging straight for the convoy.
Garbage flew in its wake beneath a downpour of black rain and billowing distant smoke.
Seeing the fight break out, the muscle men of the Game Gang pulled their triggers, their guns spitting bursts of sparks.
But with a casual swat of the Mutant's hand, an entire pickup truck was flipped into the air. Several muscle men collapsed screaming, unable to get back up.
"Fuck..." Brother Zhuang panicked slightly, electricity arcing across his half-metal head. "Take it down!"
He vaulted fiercely from the truck bed. Muscle Fanatic Profession System J-Grade Program: Tenfold Muscle.