An old dump.

Four or five figures dressed in wide black robes were surrounding a body as huge as a mountain of meat.

Beside them is a tortured and dying Hank.

"Michelin boss, will that Mawson really come?" One of the black-robed men asked.

Roshan, known as Michelin, dug his nostrils, "Don't worry, he will definitely come, this Mo Sen has not been in office for a month, and his wild runners have been kidnapped, if he doesn't come to the rescue, it won't be long before the whole team will collapse." ”

As they were talking, at the entrance of the garbage dump, two figures slowly appeared.

It was Tom and Mawson.

"Oh, it's really here!" A black-robed man looked left and right.

"It can't be him alone, right?"

"Is this kid an idiot?"

"He doesn't really think that he can get people back with just one mouth, right?"

"What's impossible?" A black-robed man shook his crotch obscenely, "Michelin boss, let me inspect the goods for you in a while, if he is alive, we will return this runner to him!" ”

"Haha......!" The crowd watched as Mawson laughed wildly.

"You kid, I heard you just got a new gadget last month, and you're going to try it later?" Michelin stretched out his thick finger and pointed at the black-robed man who had just spoken.

As they spoke, Mawson had already come to the front of everyone, and Tom wanted to escape, but seeing Mawson's calm face, he even felt that if he dared to open his mouth, he would be instantly beaten into pulp.

Looking at the miserable Hank, who was tortured, Mawson frowned.

"Who sent you?"

Michelin was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Mawson with a little surprise, "Boy, aren't you stupid?"

"Then you dare to come alone?" As he spoke, his eyes, which were squeezed by the fat on his face, looked around, as if looking for a possible ambush.

"Let him go, and then tell me who sent you, and I can promise you one condition, let you live!" Surrounded by everyone, Mo Sen said indifferently with a calm face.

There was silence in the room, followed by bursts of laughter.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death!"

"Boy, I heard that you just became the little leader of the Runners near Chiba Street, don't you know the details of our Source Blood Society at all?!" A black-robed man laughed wildly and jerked off his hood over his head.

His pupils are eerily orange-yellow, a large mouth takes up half of the entire face, his mouth full of sharp teeth is split when he speaks, his jaw is open like a snake, and he can easily swallow the head of an adult in one bite!

Tom on the side was frightened, and his face changed wildly.

The group of guys in the Source Blood Society are a group of crazy genetic modifiers, in their minds, they believe that human nature is inherently evil, and strive to discover their own evil thoughts and animal nature. Combined with genetic modification potions, he transformed himself into a hybrid monster.

It is said that behind the Source Blood Society, there is a large biomanufacturing company behind it, of course, high-end biotransformation technology is not only the pursuit of power, but also aesthetics, like them, completely went to the other extreme.

Under the influence of the first black-robed man, several other people also untied their robes one after another, revealing the hideous bodies underneath.

Chris, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this, "There are actually five transformers, and the Michelin among them is still a deep transformer, just to compete for territory, there is no need to send this kind of lineup, right?"

"It's not good, they want to kill Mawson, Mawson is in danger!" He seemed to think of something, his face changed, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Boss Chris, what are we going to do?" The runner next to Chris touched the gun in his hand and asked nervously.

"Don't be impulsive, listen to my command, we are too far away from them now, find an opportunity to get closer to the past in a while, surround everyone in a fan shape, you deal with the other few people in black robes, and the fat man in the middle will be handed over to me......"

"Everyone, be careful not to hurt Mawson and his little henchman." Before Chris could finish speaking, he noticed a sudden change in the situation in the field.

"If you don't say it, forget it, I'll check it myself slowly!" Mo Sen snorted coldly, his hands shook, and the metal ring on his wrist shook downward, and there was a fine metal impact, and when he raised his hand, his hands were already covered with a layer of metal gloves.

His ten fingers flexed slightly, and he flicked upward, and with a soft sound, ten cold blades poked out from his fingertips.

Then he stabbed it through the black-robed man's cracked mouth!

"Poof!"

The blade pierced through his head, and the black-robed man didn't even hum, and was killed by Mo Sen with one blow!

All this happened too quickly, and the people around him did not react, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth was still on his face, and the next moment, Mo Sen pounced like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

He twisted and smashed his fist into the chest of a nearby black-robed man, and with a crisp bone cracking sound, the black-robed man's chest collapsed, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and he screamed and crashed into the garbage heap behind him.

"Give me death!"

A black-robed man with thick arms covered with pale and heavy skin swung his arms as thick as an adult's thighs and smashed them into Mawson's head.

Mawson took a step, and after accumulating his strength slightly, he did not hesitate to blast over.

A hint of cruelty flashed on the black-robed man's ugly face full of potholes, his arms were infused with a hybrid gene, and his bones were deformed and thick and strong, and he could even smash a cow to death with all his might!

In his eyes, the opposite Mawson is just a monkey with strange fists and quick movements, and if he dares to fight him, there is only a dead end.

"Bang!"

The moment the two fists collided, the hideousness on the black-robed man's face disappeared, replaced by pain and horror in his heart. A deep pit was smashed into the place where his fist collided with Mawson, bones shattered and flesh burst out, and before he could scream, Mawson burst forward and crashed into his arms, the blade in his hand slashing between his throats and bringing up a spring of blood.

"This guy is a monster!"

The remaining two black-robed men no longer had the arrogance they had just now, and they roared and dodged back, and Mo Son's body flashed, easily tearing through their defenses and stabbing the sharp blade in his hand into the opponent's heart!

From the time Mo Sen started to the end, in just five seconds, the five black-robed people were killed one by one, blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground, and for a while, the entire garbage dump was full of blood.

"Old ...... Boss, what's going on? The runker beside Chris asked, his eyes widened and he stammered.

Chris swallowed his saliva, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed several times, "It seems that we don't need to help......"

Mawson looked at Michelin, who was standing in place and had not had time to act, and asked casually as if he had nothing to do with the blood in his hand.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"