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Chapter 103 Micah's Mutant Ability: Level 5 Mutant!

Because the high-rise building was heavily guarded, Logan and his group did not venture there rashly.

The group spent the entire night observing the high-rise building, but for a whole day and night, they saw no movement whatsoever. No escort vehicles entered or left, and there were no unusual circumstances.

The entire building was unusually quiet.

The only unusual thing is that the building has no windows at all, and the only entrance seems to be the main door at the bottom.

Aside from the exceptionally tight security, this building showed no signs of being a place to imprison mutants; it looked more like a security company.

"McCarthy, are you sure the intelligence is accurate?"

Logan, who was leaning against the wall and looking in the direction of the tall building with binoculars, couldn't help but ask a question.

The tall building across the street was eerily quiet, and Logan seriously suspected that McCain had been scammed.

Are you questioning me?

McCa sat by the wall, eating the bread and water that Klaus had just bought.

Upon hearing Logan's words, he looked up and stared coldly at Logan.

"no."

Logan shook his head, handed the binoculars to Marcos, who was standing next to him, and gestured for him to come and keep watch. He then found a place to eat something.

Seeing Maika's silent expression, the strange man's advice echoed in his mind.

He didn't know what kind of friction there was between McCain and the mutant, and he couldn't completely trust McCain, but at least McCain's attitude towards working for mutants was impeccable.

In this world, few people would trade intelligence for the sake of saving mutants.

Such character is certainly worthy of being called noble, provided, of course, that he has no ulterior motives.

This explains why the people in the shelter treated McCa with such respect.

If McCain did all this, then the strange man's words become questionable; perhaps he simply wanted to create a rift between himself and McCain.

"A car is coming out."

Just as Logan was eating his bread, Marcus, who was lying in wait, suddenly shouted in a low voice and waved his hands, signaling the others to come and see.

The group quickly dropped what they were holding and climbed up the wall to check.

The gate of the high-rise building was open, and a truck was slowly driving out of it.

"Very good, prepare for action."

McCain's eyes were fixed on the truck, and he decisively ordered, "Stop that truck!"

"Finally, work has started."

Upon hearing the order, Victor's entire demeanor changed. He rubbed his fists, loosened his neck, his joints cracking, and leaped down the steps, appearing eager to do so.

He had been waiting there for a whole day and night, and he was getting really bored.

"Don't be so reckless, be careful!"

Logan gave him instructions and hurried after him.

McCa glanced at the map, roughly deduced the truck's likely route, and chose to ambush it in the least populated section of the old town.

The group took shortcuts and hid on both sides of the road before the truck arrived.

This place is not far from the tall buildings, so even if you make a big commotion, you don't have to worry about being discovered.

After a short while, a rumbling sound approached. The cargo carried by the truck seemed to be very heavy, and the ground even trembled slightly as it approached.

"The car is here."

Logan crouched behind a tree by the roadside, peeking out half his head and cautiously checking the road behind him.

The truck was slowly approaching.

"How do you make the car stop? Should we set up a roadblock?"

Victor glanced at the truck and asked in a low voice.

They couldn't force those large trucks to stop.

Moreover, according to McCain's requirements, the truck and the people inside had to be intact. They also needed to use the truck to enter the high-rise building. If the vehicle was damaged, it would inevitably alert the gate guards.

However, this requirement also significantly increased the difficulty of the task.

In contrast to Logan and Victor's worries, Marcus remained calm and composed, smiling and whispering, "Don't worry, McCa has a plan."

"he?"

Victor glanced at McCain in surprise, wondering how he managed to stop the truck.

However, McCain did not explain. Instead, he suddenly emerged from behind the tree, strolled to the middle of the road, and stood quietly facing the direction from which the truck was coming.

"What is he doing?"

Victor watched Maca's movements with a puzzled expression.

Wasn't it supposed to be an ambush? How can walking out like this, openly and honestly, be considered an ambush?

Logan, standing to the side, was also puzzled. He stared at McCa's figure, guessing that McCa might be about to use his mutant ability to stop the truck.

What intrigued him, however, was what McCa's ability was.

Although they had known each other for a long time, Logan had never seen McCa use his abilities, nor did he know what McCa's abilities were, which even led Logan to believe that he was just an ordinary person.

However, it seems that's not the case now.

At this moment, the truck driver saw someone in the middle of the road and frantically honked his horn to signal them to leave.

"Beep beep beep".

The long, drawn-out horn blare sounded particularly jarring on the road.

But Mai Ka seemed to ignore him completely, remaining quietly in place without paying any attention.

After the truck moved a little further, it was forced to slow down because of McCain.

The passenger window rolled down, and a soldier-looking man leaned out, waving frantically at McCain while yelling, "Go find somewhere else to die! Get out of here!"

Despite being urged, McCa stood calmly, like a statue, without making the slightest movement.

The people in the truck who witnessed this scene couldn't help but frown. "Is this guy mentally ill?"

"Don't stop the car."

The soldier in the co-pilot's seat saw the driver intending to stop and quickly stopped him, staring at McCain and saying in a deep voice, "This guy might be problematic. Be careful, everyone, and take a detour."

As his voice fell, the soldiers in the back row gripped their rifles tightly, ready to react at any moment.

The truck slowly turned around, seemingly wanting to leave.

At that moment, McCain suddenly bent over and plunged his hands into the ground.

The seemingly delicate hands were as hard as steel at this moment, and the powerful force directly shattered the horizontal cement road surface, sending stones flying everywhere, and the palms were deeply embedded in the ground.

The next second, a burst of intense golden light suddenly shot out from McCa's arms, and his body seemed to contain an endless stream of energy, which surged into the ground like a torrent.

Boom!

The ground trembled continuously, and the level cement road suddenly began to shake like waves. The hard surface broke apart one after another, and stones flew everywhere.

Rumble!!

Around the vehicle, several pillars suddenly rose from the ground, like giant dragons emerging from the earth and soaring into the sky. The rumbling sound of the ground was like the roar of the dragons, and the ground trembled uncontrollably, the solid ground now rippling like lake water.

The towering pillars stretched for dozens of meters before stopping, resembling Stonehenge in England, with trucks tightly surrounding them.

The entire truck shook back and forth as if in an earthquake, and all the soldiers on board were terrified.

The tremors made them unable to even hold their guns steady, and their heads were spinning wildly.

"That move was pretty cool."

Victor raised an eyebrow, looking at the towering pillar, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

This ability, just the sheer scale of it, is enough to frighten people.

"Judging from this ability, it should be able to control the land..."

Logan stroked his chin, pondering as he looked at the shattered ground. He couldn't help but nod repeatedly, agreeing that the fact that such a result could be achieved was enough to demonstrate that McCain was quite capable.

You're wrong.

Marcus stood up and smiled at Logan, saying, "McCarthy's ability isn't to control the land, but rather a special energy. His special energy can charge any object, and once charged, it can be manipulated to change shape at will, becoming any shape he wants."

Upon hearing this, Logan paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Interesting."

When McCain just stuck his hand into the ground, he was probably recharging the earth.

To Logan's surprise, the seemingly gentle and easy-going McCain possessed such strong abilities.

It's important to know that people with these abilities have the potential to become powerful Level 5 mutants, which is the strongest mutant level outside of Omega. Any one of them could stir up a storm.

"Alright, McCain stopped the truck, it's our turn."

Marcos smiled and walked toward the truck surrounded by pillars.

Logan and the others quickly followed.

The truck was now firmly trapped between the stone pillars. The gaps in the pillars were just wide enough for a person to pass through.

Logan and his group entered the pillar and opened the truck door.

Besides the driver, there were four armed soldiers on the vehicle. However, the ground had shaken so violently that the soldiers were dizzy and completely unable to resist.

The passenger in the front seat, who had a stronger will, even tried to stay awake and make a phone call for backup.

But the phone call couldn't get through at all.

Klaus waved a device in his hand. "Don't even think about it. I've blocked all the signals around here. I advise you to cooperate obediently, otherwise, hehe, these guys are all violent maniacs. They'll make you experience all the pain of your life before you die."

Seeing the jammer in Klaus's hand, the soldier completely gave up and angrily threw down his phone.

Logan didn't waste any words with him. He grabbed the man's collar and pulled him out of the car, where he knelt down in a row with the other three soldiers.

Several people surrounded them.

"What's in the car?"

Logan questioned several soldiers, and while speaking, he went to the back of the vehicle and opened the compartment to check.

The truck's cargo compartment was crammed with waste materials, almost all of them various kinds of waste from the laboratory.

At this moment, a soldier, out of fear, said in terror, "It's all useless scrap. We're taking it to the landfill. It's just a pile of garbage, worthless. You won't have any use for it if you take it."

They mistakenly thought Logan and his companions were highway robbers.

McCain was very satisfied with his cooperation. He nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't go. If you want to live, take us back to the building."

The soldiers were taken aback when they heard that they wanted to go into the building. They quickly said, "What are you going into the building for? There are monsters in there. You don't want to go in."

Hu Chi.

Victor extended his claws, the sharp nails as sharp as knife tips, slicing past the soldier with a chilling light. The soldier dared not breathe, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the claws that could take his life at any moment.

"What, are those monsters even scarier than us?"

Victor squinted at him, and his fierce expression almost scared the soldier to death.

"No, don't kill us, I'll take you there."

The soldier swallowed hard, trembling, and nodded in terror.

Upon hearing this, Logan returned the weapons he had previously confiscated from them, but before that, he had already unloaded all the bullets, and now their guns were just a few iron bars.

After doing all that, Logan and his men forced the soldiers into the vehicle.

McCain restored the ground to its original state, and then he and Logan and the others pressed down on the soldiers, hiding in the back seat of the car.

Thanks to Klaus's invisibility skill, the group vanished from the soldiers' sight in an instant.

However, each of them had their hands gripping a soldier's neck. If the soldiers dared to make any sudden movements, Logan and his men could easily snap their necks. The soldiers were so frightened that they trembled and dared not do anything rash.

"drive."

Logan gave the driver an order, while warning, "If you dare to mess around, you'll be beheaded."

All the soldiers fell silent, too afraid to speak, and shakily started the truck and turned it back.

Upon arriving at the building's entrance, the guard standing watch glanced at the group in the car and asked in surprise, "So fast today?"

In the past, it would take them about two hours to transport waste, but now they are back in an hour and a half.

The soldier in the co-pilot felt the chill on his neck and quickly said in a strong and calm voice, "We couldn't dump it. The junkyard is under maintenance and closed for three days."

The guard at the gate, unsuspecting, nodded and said, "Alright."

After saying that, he swiped the card to unlock the door and opened the gate.

The driver drove the car into the garage, by which time he was already covered in cold sweat.

"Alright, let's stop here."

McCain had the soldiers park the vehicle, then forced four soldiers out, made them squat on the ground, retrieved their passes, and put them away. He then asked, "Where is the detention area?"

"Are you going to detain them?"

A soldier stared at McCain with a horrified look, as if listening to a ghost story, then quickly added, "I think it's best not to go. Those guys have already gone out of control..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Without hesitation, Maika kicked him, sending him sprawling face-first into the mud, too terrified to utter a word.

Looking at the soldier's appearance, McCa showed no kindness. He took out a book and a pen from his pocket and snapped, "Draw me a basic map of this building. If there's even the slightest mistake, I guarantee you'll suffer a terrible death!"

The soldier turned pale with fright, nodded hurriedly, and picked up the pen shakily, "I'll draw it now."

After speaking, he used a pen to draw a general outline of the building in his notebook and marked the location of each place.

"very good."

McCa looked at the sketch in his hand and smiled with great satisfaction.

Just as the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that cooperating would save their lives...

Suddenly, with a snap, McCa snapped the soldier's neck.

Before the other three soldiers could react, McCa reached out again, and in the blink of an eye, all four soldiers' necks were twisted 180 degrees, making them dead beyond any doubt.

Seeing McCa's decisive demeanor, Victor seemed to admire him, nodding repeatedly and saying, "It seems this leader is quite ruthless."

He greatly appreciated McCain's approach; after all, keeping these soldiers alive would be a disaster, and letting them go out of kindness would not be the behavior of a good commander.

"We need to hide the body, and we also need to disguise it."

Logan didn't dislike McCain's behavior and murmured as he looked at the corpse on the ground.

After saying that, he called Marcos and the others to come up and strip the soldiers of their clothes, put them all on, and then threw the soldiers' naked corpses into the truck, where they lay down with the scrap metal.

However, there were only four soldiers, but there were five of them. One of them couldn't wear it, and that was Klaus.

His stealth ability requires absolutely no disguise.

After getting dressed, McCa had the soldiers pass around the map they had just drawn, memorizing the locations of each place, before leading them to the first-floor lobby by elevator.

All of them had passes, and with their clothes, they aroused no suspicion whatsoever, and proceeded without any obstacles.

However, everyone paused briefly upon arriving at the first floor.

Many guards stood silently in the lobby on the first floor, staring straight ahead, creating an unusually oppressive atmosphere.

After Logan and his group came out of the elevator, all the guards turned to look at them, but because of their clothes, they only glanced at them before looking away and ignoring them.

Logan and his men walked past them with strong composure, checked their cards, took the elevator, and arrived at the floor of the detention area.

The detention area was clearly a high-security zone; they changed elevators three times and walked through several long corridors before finally arriving.

Each time you exit the elevator, you'll encounter dozens of guards patrolling. These guards are dedicated to their duties, never uttering a word, their cold and icy gazes fixed on everyone who passes by, creating a suffocatingly heavy atmosphere.

After some twists and turns, they finally arrived at the detention area. However, when the elevator doors opened, the blinding red light in the corridor made them squint.

On both sides of the corridor, a whole row of heavily armored soldiers were armed to the teeth. Each of them wore special iron armor uniforms and looked exceptionally tall and imposing.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, all the soldiers turned to look. Their gazes behind their goggles were cold and piercing. Everyone instinctively gripped their weapons, as if they would attack without hesitation if Logan and his men made any unusual moves.

"Sorry, wrong place."

Seeing this, Marcos panicked and quickly shut the elevator door.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said uneasily, "Something's not right. Have we ever encountered guards like this before? They all seem a bit too serious."

Upon entering the building, the group felt only one thing: an extremely oppressive and heavy atmosphere.

"Something's not right."

Logan nodded in agreement. This place felt like The Division, as if some ferocious monster was lurking inside.

"We've come this far, we can't give up now, otherwise we won't have the chance to come back next time."

McCa spoke in a deep voice, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Let's go to the main control room in the detention area first."

"OK."

Logan nodded, glanced at the empty seat next to him, and said, "Let Klaus take us there."

After saying that, he carefully took out the tape and blocked the surveillance camera.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a touch on his hand, and his body became invisible.

With Claes' help, the group "disappeared" in the elevator.

Logan pressed the button for the lower floor and then came back up, making the soldiers think they had left.

Once back in the corridor of the detention area, everyone held their breath and walked forward cautiously.

The corridor is very long, nearly 100 meters long, but also very wide, about five meters wide.

Two rows of hundreds of heavily armored soldiers stood silently and solemnly, like statues.

At the end of the corridor was an elevator, which Logan opened with his pass.

The sound of the elevator doors opening instantly attracted the soldiers' attention. Hundreds of eyes turned to look at them, and the cold gazes made Logan and his men feel like they were being pricked by thorns.

When the soldiers saw that no one was there, but the elevator doors opened by themselves, they tensed up instantly. They gripped their guns and slowly approached, surrounding the elevator doors, but none of them dared to go in.

Logan and the others in the elevator held their breath.

However, Logan suddenly noticed that the soldiers' eyes showed not only tension, but also fear, as if they were afraid of something.

Snapped.

The elevator doors slowly closed, ascending into the detention area.

When the elevator doors opened again, Logan and his friends were stunned.

The cell door to the detention area was now open, and the ground was covered in blood and debris. The ground was covered in thick blood, and half a person's head lay round and swollen at the elevator entrance. Half of the face had been pried open, and the other half of the face was filled with fear.

Intestines, entrails, and short limbs were almost everywhere in the detention area, and a strong stench of blood permeated the air...

(End of this chapter)