Chapter 66: Mad Scientist
The group scrambled to their feet, nodding eagerly. As Zack's armor propelled him into the air and towards the biological lab, the six exchanged uneasy glances.
"Should we run?" one of them whispered nervously.
"Run? Where to? That guy said a plane is coming soon. Do you want to test how far you can get before he hunts you down?"
"He's strong, sure," another said hesitantly, "but all he has is that armor. Without it, he's nothing."
"Exactly," a middle-aged man with a sharp look said, his tone low and calculating. "Let's follow him for now. The moment we get a chance, we'll take the armor. Then we'll be unstoppable."
The others nodded, their fear giving way to greed. But they were unaware that Zack, now hovering hundreds of meters above, had heard every word through his suit's advanced audio sensors. His cold eyes tracked them as they ran back to the lab. "Six will do," Zack muttered, his voice calm but chilling.
He adjusted his flight path and shot back to the biological lab, entering through the gaping hole he'd blasted earlier. The thrusters roared as he landed, the force stirring up dust and sending frightened survivors scrambling for cover. "Ah!" someone screamed, their voice filled with terror. Ignoring them entirely, Zack strode toward the staircase.
The dancer from earlier hesitated, then worked up the courage to speak. "W-what happened?"
Zack didn't stop. "He's dead. I crushed his skull and burned him alive with the propeller," he said without looking back, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather. The dancer froze, her emotions conflicting. Relief mixed with the urge to cry as she bent down, whispering, "Thank you... thank you..."