The wastewater treatment plant is located on the outskirts of the city, in a small basin in the very center of a hilly area. In the overgrown wilderness, several rivers meet in a staggered manner.

Rivers are the lifeblood of cities, and the water they provide is at the heart of human survival. And the dirtiest and smelliest things that human beings can imagine, such as the domestic wastewater of urban residents and the sewage discharged from factories, flow in the blood of these blood-like rivers on the surface.

All wastewater is treated here and discharged into slums and radiation areas where the population can reuse.

Such filthy sewage is not intolerable for the AR13 immersed in it.

"My saga is not over......"

The gills on both sides rise and fall rapidly, and a large amount of water carries oxygen into the lungs. The muscles of the waist and abdomen contracted, and the man kept repeating to himself with a fishtail in the current.

This is a prison break he has been planning for years.

A few years ago, the newspaper photo of his arrest made a great impression on a very large number of people. Messy black hair, a handsome and gloomy face, a smile as if he was not being arrested but being commended, and his trademark pentagram carved with a knife in the palm of his hand.

Photographs of his dramatic court appearance have been published in major media outlets.

[The most brutal serial killer in recent years], [The devil who plunged the surrounding jurisdictions into fear], [Satan's followers],......

Thanks to the massive publicity in the media to increase exposure, he himself was surprised that he suddenly had a considerable number of admirers overnight after his arrest - many of them were young and beautiful women. These people, either with the idea of "I can save this lost Lamb" or hoping to draw strength from his darkness, rushed to the center of this storm.

Both of these groups of people seemed to him rather stupid: the former took it for granted that love could turn a monster like him into a human, and the latter had no way or courage to express his anger himself, but only knew how to hide behind others and wave his flag.

I still remember that when he was still wearing the mask of an "ordinary person", he used to be the young man who would not be looked at when he walked on the road. Worn-out clothes, hiding in dark corners, doing jobs that most people despise, like rats in the sewers. He uttered a silent cry to the world countless times to make him notice to those who thought of him as air, whether it was out of longing, despair, or fear.

The strong desire to express itself stinks, deteriorates, and distorts in the darkness along with the soul.

Maybe it's his lord's recognition of his loyalty, or maybe it's the fact that this seemingly glamorous world is so dark and twisted when peeled away.

The feeling of being watched by thousands of people, under the spotlight...... Let this soul born of darkness draw from people's fears the power of slaughtering life that is morally taboo.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!

That was the meaning of his existence, and a testament to his innate superiority over mortals, as a superior hunter in the jungle of humans.

The feeling of being in absolute control of life in his hands is too wonderful, more impactful, more exciting, and more addictive than drugs and others.

After undergoing a transformation operation, he is physically stronger, and he is destined to bring more fear to the world than in the past-

Slaughter! Destruction! Want to smell blood and fear again!

I'm going to make my name the face of horror again!

So...... Lord, please give me strength!

After escaping from the laboratory, he carved the symbol of the pentagram in the palm of his hand with the pen left by the researcher on the table, and his Lord had saved him from seemingly lifeless and desperate situations many times before he was arrested, so he was confident that his faith in the Lord would also bless him in his escape.

The wound of the pentagram carved by the knife in the palm of the hand was not completely healed, and it was blistered white.

The wound was numb from the susceptibility of the sewage, and he fled with his life, and no one could stop him.

Above the water, the rocks became a little short of breath from the long-term pursuit of strategic breathing along the river.

He secretly cursed in his heart that this group of social garbage is not worth a second chance to transform. It doesn't matter if you're going to participate in the Chimera Biomodification Experiment or not. This renamed and renamed "mermaid" was a notorious serial killer before the transformation, and once shrouded many jurisdictions in its terror, and what kind of humanitarianism would waste social resources for such people.

The scum is still the scum even if it is changed into a skin bag - this kind of thing, just sleep in the sewer forever.

Since his dream since he was a child was to become a smelting officer, although the information about who the Chimera test subject was before was a top secret, he was familiar with the appearance and information of all the criminals in history and modern times, and the moment he saw this transformed face, he recognized who it was from those eyes and that kind of look.

The chariot was still chasing the target with full power, but he didn't do any significant damage after several shots at the target, but he was a little physically exhausted - if it weren't for the magnetic boots that held him to the metal saddle, it would have been difficult for him to continue the chase on his own muscular strength alone.

The performance of the successful Chimera is far beyond his imagination.

Unlike the mutated creatures in the Radiation Zone and the mutants in the gladiatorial arena, he experienced for the first time the powerful vitality and danger of the artificial Chimera far beyond the limits of humans.

Iwa is accustomed to wielding three weapons.

During his gladiator days, he became famous for his skill in wielding two giant axes.

The two giant axes are made of refined alloy and are made of refined alloys, and the half-human-tall huge axe body is dark gold and bronze as a whole, and the golden carvings on them can play a role similar to a blood trough. The sturdy handle of the axe was the heart of the giant wood he had cut from the radiation zone when he was a teenager, and it had turned black after years of use, and the original wood color could not be seen.

He was just the age of his younger brother at the time of the first battle, but he was a handsome young man. When he had fought dozens of opponents in a row and put down his axe to rest, several "seniors" who claimed to be older came over and jokingly asked the silent teenager if he could pick up his axe and borrow the good luck of the newcomer.

Iwa wiped his sweat and just nodded his head.

"Seeing that he is so flexible, it shouldn't be heavy." The man who stepped forward first smiled at the people around him.

The man spat into his palms, rolled up his sleeves and grasped the two axes in both hands, ready to lift the bloodstained axes on the ground. With the low roar from the dantian, the man's sturdy arms burst into green tendons, and the muscles contracted visibly in the shape of a spinning cone.

The man had always been quite confident in his brute strength, so when he realized that he couldn't lift the axe, he smiled slightly awkwardly at the people around him.

After several more attempts, my skin turned red, and I still didn't see the axe move in the slightest. The sneer on the man's face vanished.

He used his hands to hold the handle of an axe again, but this time he still didn't lift it.

Realizing that he really didn't seem to be able to pick up the giant axe, the companion behind him also changed from the initial ridicule to a slightly solemn expression.

The whole rock is only quietly watched from the side.

After the gladiatorial fight, he was covered in sweat, and his chest was still splashed with the blood of his previous opponent. He allowed his wounds to stick to the fabric, blood crusting over the fibers of the garment. The setting sun shone on the boy's tall, well-defined body, his weapon-dark gold light on his bronzed skin, his sweat-soaked black hair tied up behind his head, and the eyes in his deep sockets were bright and surprisingly clear.

He was not surprised that the man who came could not even lift his axe in both hands.

Until the two men barely lifted one of his axes, and then the group put it down and left with respect, he sat there and didn't move much.

After this battle, his name as the god of war with two axes gradually began to spread in the gladiatorial arena.

However, although he himself was quite fond of progressing and using the most accustomed double axe, after all, it was more suitable for the boyhood period, at most it lasted until the gladiator period when he could not use guns and cannons.

After entering the Ye'an Institute, in addition to the double axe, his second favorite is the bazooka that is currently the most commonly used.

Yan knows very well that his muscle strength is far beyond ordinary people, especially the terrifying arm strength, and the weapons he uses are all types that only he can control, and it is difficult for others to control. However, there are pros and cons to everything, and his weaponry focuses on maximizing lethality, and with his manual operation, his lack of accuracy and agility is magnified by the fact that he is at a slight distance.

Many attacks aimed at the "merfolk" did not hit the target because of the 0.8 seconds and launch time of his own vision as a human being.

He raised his head slightly, and noticed that there seemed to be a squatting officer with some creature in the distance, and he couldn't help but become a little impatient, giving up the way of preparing to quickly capture the other party after hitting it hard. Removing the heavy mazurka from his shoulders, Iwa lifted a more precise alloy hinge with what he called a "meat hook" and threw it at the center of the splash.

The merfolk obviously didn't expect Iwa to suddenly change weapons, and the muscles in his back suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the extremely sharp metal hook claws were like a bamboo under the strong throw of Iw, directly penetrating his flesh and hooking the spine made of alloy. The speed at which he slapped the water slowed down due to the pain, and subconsciously, the merfolk turned his head to look in the direction of his pursuer, only to see that the tall man with the hook claw tightened the weapon that hooked him, trying to pull him out of the water with his bare hands.

Carrying the pain and resistance of the current, the merfolk could reach for his hook and claw out with his backhand, and his sensitive senses made him notice the barking of the dog on the other side of the riverbank.

"Damn ......" Iwa looked at the lizardmen, the men in military uniforms, and the two iconic Dobermans on the other side, and realized that he probably couldn't take the credit and reward for catching merfolk alone this time.

Ulysses said hello to his juniors with his hands behind his back and a kind smile.

Seeing the tall man with a sturdy figure on the opposite side standing on the chariot, the empty hand raised in a standard military salute, and the other green and knotted arm could still control the mermaid's struggle to get rid of the power of the hook and claw, he couldn't help but sigh in horror.

The kid seems to be named Iwa. If his assistance is good this time, he can see if there is a vacancy there to recommend him as an adjutant when he returns.

When it was time for battle, the Doberman Pinscher was very obedient to prepare for the battle by its owner's side, and did not have extra energy to pay attention to the movements of the lizardman.

Camerion and Ulysses looked at each other.

"You go and help him secure his target," Ulysses patted the holster on his belt, "pulling into my range." ”

All the officials, including Camerion, trusted Ulysses quite a lot, and it can even be said that they trusted him absolutely.

The hind legs are curled up and the arms are spread upwards. Lizardfolk develop diaphragm-like structures that resemble bat's wings and assist gliding from the ribs to the arms.

Taking advantage of the short time when the mermaid was hooked by the rock and it was difficult to break free, he didn't have time to change color and become invisible, so he jumped directly and flew directly above the mermaid.

There was a look of surprise on the mermaid's indistinguishable beautiful face.

When he got closer, he saw the artificially designed and manufactured "perfect face" he had seen on the wanted warrant, with demonic eyes from hell.

Gazing at the eyes of this cold-blooded animal, even Camerion, who had seen countless outlaws, couldn't help but stand on end.

Seeing that he was about to fall on him, the mermaid slammed into the water despite the wound on his back, which was dripping with blood. The "corners of the mouth" that were originally smiling were cracked, and the cracks extended to the sides of the cheeks close to the ears, as if revealing an extremely strange smile - when I looked into his mouth, I saw two layers of extremely sharp teeth peeking out of the bloody mouth.

Although it was mentioned in the documents about the danger of mermaids, Camerion still had some ominous premonitions at this time, and his heart fell into a bad voice.

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and suddenly burst out of the mermaid's throat, and the high-frequency sound wave of extreme impact shook closest to him, and the unsuspecting Camerion buzzed in his skull!

The institute actually called this ugly guy a mermaid......

Camerion's movements stalled slightly with the opponent's surprise attack.

Two rows of piranha-like teeth were in front of him, and when life and death were at stake, he thought uncontrollably in his head that maybe it might be more appropriate for this Chimera to be called a Siren.

Raid, the merfolk counterattack, sending out sonic weapons...... It all happened in the light of light.

By the time Camerion, who had slowed down with the merfolk's sonic assault, he had already fallen into the merfolk's giant mouth. The sharp pain in the heart came, and he saw with his own eyes that his left leg and ankle were directly crushed and bitten by the huge bite force of the mermaid and the belt bone!

On the other side of the riverbank, a sudden sonic attack made Iwa's hand holding the metal chain loosen slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the kung fu chain was taken out of his hand. Iwa's eyes cracked, and he crouched down with his hands over his ears that had been hit hard, and watched as the wounded mermaid on the meat hook began to speed up as he dragged the chains.

His car originally stopped on the river bank after dragging the mermaid, and the metal chain of the meat hook was dragged by the mermaid, and smashed into the car lid with a "clang", smashing the reinforced alloy car cover into a hole of several inches.

Obviously, these developments were not expected by Ulysses.

Originally, he was going to hunt alone, and according to his usual habit, he was going to fire underwater weapons to force the merfolk directly to the attack distance of his shore - well-trained dogs would besiege the target so that he could shoot the tranquilizer gun, and then it was a very simple, low-risk netting fishing.

That doesn't require the merfolk to provoke him to attack, and it's fairly quick and easy.

Not to mention the lizardmen's forcible addition, the sudden appearance of the rock caused the merfolk's position and trajectory to be incorrect, as well as his predictions. It's not so much the lack of experience of these two uninvited guests, and the mentality of trying to grab the credit, that led to today's events, but from the moment they decided to get involved, the dominoes he had built began to collapse in the direction of the tilt.

It is clearly written in the code that in critical situations, the protection of the lives of metallurgical officers and civilians is more important than the completion of tasks.

Although Ulysses was a little angry about this, because he himself was quite self-contained, and the two novice smelting officers in front of him seemed to have been hurt to some extent, he only frowned and did not show it.

Quickly adjusting his condition, and looking at the splash a few meters away from where Camerion had fallen, Ulysses immediately judged that the mermaid's purpose was to escape, not to kill the officer.

His reaction is quite fast, so instead of intervening in the fight, it is better to have rescue as the main purpose. Ulysses backhanded a pistol from his waist and fired a few shots in the direction of the mermaid - his bullets could be tracked, and since he couldn't do it quickly today, at least he injected the tracking chip into the mermaid to prevent the target from being lost.

Just as he rescued the seriously injured Camerion and was about to check on the rock, the communicator suddenly prompted "You have a video communication".

Damn, who made a video call to me at this time hasn't been automatically filtered, Ulysses hung up without looking at it - just hung up, and the tone rang again. Ulysses looked at the communicator with a full stomach, and immediately lost his anger, and picked up the phone while holding the seriously injured Camerion in his hand.

"Wife, what's the matter?"