Chapter 120: Questioning
Adyr felt the fat mutant go limp beneath him. He gave the wire a final pull, then detached it and clipped it back onto his belt for later use.
This one had pushed him a little harder than the others, but he was much stronger now. If only he had sharper, more durable blades that could actually get through mutant hide, the job would’ve been easier.
Even though these mutants were only under the influence of a Rank 2 Spark, they were far stronger and more durable than the wolves he had fought before.
The difference was clear. The wolves had mutated from normal animals, but these men were already powerful mutants before the Spark enhanced them further.
"You keep the gun," Adyr said as he lifted the corpse from the ground.
The STF operative gave a nod and crawled back to his corner. He tucked the weapon behind his back and resumed his silent wait.
Adyr lifted the massive body with ease and placed it on the table. His blades weren’t sharp or durable enough for this mutant’s thick hide, but he still managed to force the skull open and extract the crystal inside. Just like before, he hung the corpse from a meat chain and secured it with wire, positioning it beside the previous one, making it look as if the two had been working together.
He was confident the trick would work again.
He faded back into the darkness, disappearing into the shadows, waiting for his next target.
In the corner, the STF operative was struggling not to laugh despite the situation. The others watched in stunned silence, some lowering their heads in disbelief. No one made a sound.
It felt like they were trapped inside a theater performance, and the one behind this scene—the one hiding in the dark—was the devil who wrote it.