Chapter 65: Samson End
The corpse at his feet belonged to the man with pale, zombie-like skin—the one who had spotted Zack earlier and reported to Samson from the tall building. Dr. Samson's voice trembled with a mixture of rage and desperation. "I'm going to kill you!" he bellowed, his werewolf form towering as he turned his bloodshot eyes toward Zack, who hovered calmly in the air. The fury in his gaze made it seem as though he wanted to tear Zack apart with his teeth.
Zack, however, remained unfazed, his tone dripping with condescension. "Wait... You're saying that thing—" he gestured casually toward the corpse—"was supposed to save humanity? That's your great hope?"
His words struck a nerve. Dr. Samson roared again, this time with unrestrained savagery.
On all fours like a beast, he lunged forward with astonishing speed. His claws—sharp enough to gouge through concrete—sank into a nearby wall as he scaled the building, intent on using it as a springboard to reach Zack. Each movement was a blur of raw power, his strength amplified by his transformation. But no matter how fast he was, flight was beyond him.
As Dr. Samson reached the rooftop and leaped toward Zack, claws extended, Zack let out a small, almost bored sigh. "You really gave it your best, huh?"
The Vulcan machine gun on Zack's suit locked onto the airborne target. The barrel spun with a mechanical whir before unleashing a torrent of bullets. "No!" Dr. Samson roared in defiance, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening gunfire. The rounds tore into his body, sending him plummeting back to the street. Blood sprayed into the air as his massive frame crashed onto the asphalt, leaving a shallow crater in the road.
Even then, he wasn't dead. His thick fur had absorbed some of the impact, leaving the bullets lodged in his muscles. Zack frowned slightly behind his visor. "Guess I'll need armor-piercing rounds next time," he muttered.
The Vulcan gun swiveled again, targeting Dr. Samson as he struggled to rise. Zack had no intention of giving him another chance. The weapon roared for three more seconds, each bullet a hammer of judgment as flames and smoke consumed the fallen werewolf. The relentless barrage left Dr. Samson lying motionless in a pool of his own blood.
Zack's thrusters powered down as he descended, landing with a metallic thud next to Samson's body. "Sir," the voice of his AI assistant, Ego, crackled in his ear. "He's still clinging to life."