Chapter-28

The terrified lucky man watched as the boss's body gradually stopped twitching, and thick blood flowed out from the horrible incision cut by the glass around his neck. This caused the entire room to instantly become mixed with dust powder and smell!

Alex, who was being shot at by a close-range shotgun mounted on the wall, took almost all of the storm of steel pellets that were being fired at him.

His upper body was riddled with abrasions caused by the high-velocity rotating steel, and all of his internal organs were smashed and crushed to pieces.

It was supposed to kill me, but instead it hit me with this shotgun. Cooling was able to breathe on his own and was very conscious the entire time, but he was in excruciating pain!

The tentacles of the Doomsday-Virus that are contained within the tadpole are frantically wriggling in an attempt to fill the wound and repair the fatal injury.

These "doctors" inside the body, however, were left feeling somewhat helpless as a result of the dense wounds caused by the hundreds of pieces of steel.

Here, Alex abandoned a fleeing family while he used his remaining strength to try to resolve the situation on the other side.

On the other hand, as soon as I made an effort, my throat tasted sweet for no apparent reason, and the dark blood that was on the beach came out of my mouth!

The body is no longer capable of giving out any strength, and the feeble paralysis leans against the corner...

The wound was too severe for the amount of energy and satiety that was still present in the body to be able to heal it in a timely manner.

Alex has already discovered that when these black tentacles repair his wounds, he will also consume a lot of physical strength and satiety, so his appetite will grow a lot along the way. This is because any living thing will have shares the urge to eat the other person. Alex's appetite will grow a lot because of this.

The "lucky man" who was awakened for a while by Alex's cough was shocked to see that his opponent had not been dead by this degree of shooting?! The "lucky man" who was awakened by Alex's cough for a while was astonished.

"You most certainly are a Mutant! But if you sustain this level of damage, even if you have the kind of superpower that God is concerned about, you won't be able to do anything for a while! Hahaha!"

He crossed the body of the boss while holding up a shotgun that only had one bullet left in it, and he walked with a smirk on his face.

Regarding the passing of the boss who worked under him, there is no connection to him at all. Only the light blue crystals that might be in Alex's head are the treasures that can lead to financial success!

He has grown weary of the name that others call him for a long time now.

Its value is sufficient to reestablish a runaway team and also to experience what it's like to be in charge, thanks to the exclusive spar that this mutant possesses.

The "Lucky man" raised his muzzle, pointed it at Alex's drooping head, and prepared to kill him with a single blow. He did not need to be concerned about the precious crystals in Alex's brain being shattered in the process.

These spar are so much harder than diamonds that they are unaffected by high temperatures or extreme cold, and they can even withstand being compressed by a hydraulic press without losing their shape.

Therefore, there are some "elite people" living in these latter days who enjoy the art of making beautiful jewellery and like to adorn themselves with it.

Exactly when he was about to pull the trigger, Cooling abruptly raised his head and looked at the criminal with an odd sneer on his face.

"Aren't you a mutant yourself, too, by any chance? You haven't been noticing that for a considerable amount of time regarding regular people, have you?"

Uh...

God, who was the last remaining dictator, was left speechless after hearing the words that Alex had to say.

Mutant?

I used to fantasize about being a member of the final generation of human beings, also known as a superior.

It is not clear what level you are in; however, a few pounds or two is still clear; otherwise, it is difficult to understand how you can work for other people.

"Hum, I'm a Mutant? I believe you are afraid of passing away, and if you do, you want to say a few more words to me. If this is the case, you should know that I will let you go very happy."

"When I fired at you, I suddenly became dumb; when I threw the dagger at you, something fell and resisted you; finally, you walked in front of your boss, and the glass fragments I threw hit him. Don't you find yourself lucky? The arc of the fragment caused him to turn the corner and kill the boss who was behind you, but it was supposed to cut through your throat."

The gangster was finally able to recall the event that took place just now as a result of Alex's comments, which he heard again.

At that point in time, the tension in the air prevented him from paying attention to the specifics of the situation.

When viewed from a different perspective, it appears that this was in fact the case...

When they hunted with the leader in the past, situations like this one of a lucky escape would arise, but they did not pay any attention to it because they only looked out for good luck occasionally.

"Are you able to say that I am the type of enigmatic scholar who possesses undiscovered good fortune? Why are you trying to let me kill you by telling me this so that I can kill you?"

When this tyrant found out that he might also be a "noble" Mutant, he experienced an inexcusable surge of excitement, as if his dream had finally come true!

But because he refused to believe what the other individual said, he was unable to pry open his head and check to see if there was any light blue crystal that was reserved only for the Mutant.

"I tell you this because I don't want us, the noble emerging humans, to become the stray dogs of those stupid old humans in exchange for what I'm about to tell you. Believe it or not, let's do it. It is preferable to die at the hands of the same person. I hope those regular refugees are doing okay."