Six.

Ryan counted six future victims in the atrium as he opened fire, including sarin gas. Some hid, while others immediately rushed towards him. They are all insane, and soon, they will die.

One of them is a featureless woman made of black ink with a rather sexy silhouette. The bullet penetrated her body with ease, although she was briefly shocked by the brutality of the attack. the other was pale, hairless, and wore only a pair of black trousers; Although he looks frail and sickly, he has the muscles of an Olympic swimmer. Unlike his companions, he did not hide, but used supernatural reactions to dodge bullets. The fourth psychopath in the room is a humanoid robot in a suit with no facial features, not even ears and eyes, and the fifth is a humanoid jaguar hybrid. Unlike its counterpart, this furry animal was shot several times in the chest, but survived.

As for the tentacle behind the bar...

No, not tentacles. Upon closer inspection, what Ryan mistook for a tentacle turned out to be a translucent crimson energy arm. The courier counted dozens and lifted from the ground the head of a disembodied woman with an Asian face and long black hair.

Her name could be "Smelly Face" or something.

"Miss Chernobyl, I told you that I wouldn't take you seriously no matter what," Ryan said, and before Sarin could recover, he fired another shot at her, punching several more holes in her clothes. Due to her strong offensive power, he had to take her out first. "And guess what! I still don't know!"

"Shalin, who the hell is this guy? The ink girl asked, her body turning from black to crimson as she lunged towards Ryan. This reminded the messenger of blood, which upset him. "Your ex?"

"I don't know!" Sarin protested as she crawled on the ground towards the nearest door, toxic gases pouring out of the hole Ryan had punched in her clothes. The gas erodes the metal walls of the bunkers, causing them to rust. "I'm leaking!"

"You can turn into ink and change your color?" Ryan asked the woman who gave the ink. "What's your name, Inki Sparkle?"

"Ink machine," replied the woman with a hint of hurt pride, turning her hand into an axe and trying to chop off the courier's head with the axe.

"I guess you don't deserve to call yourself a killing machine," Ryan taunted her, stopping the clock for three seconds and dodging her. Considering her strength, his bullets wouldn't do any damage to her, so he decided to focus on the others first. The surprises don't last forever.

"A waypoint! Time resumed, and someone screamed.

"Incognito, go down and call Frank!" We're going to put that to sleep in the dirt!" The stupid face opened his mouth and spat at Ryan. The messenger dodged, and the attack hit a wall, causing an isolated bonfire.

"It's an enclosed space, you stupid woman!" Pale Guy roared, grabbed the numbered billiard balls, and threw them at Ryan with lethal precision. Superpowered people may work together, but it's clear that they don't have team spirit and don't respect each other.

To avoid the cannonballs, Ryan stopped the clock for another five seconds, and he took the opportunity to stomp on Sarin and cut off her retreat. Seeing the nameless man in the suit "stealth" running towards the elevator, Shin shoots him from behind using the technique of countless reboots, just as time thaws. Four bullets, two of which came from a coil gun, hit him in the skull and chest from behind, and the body fell to the ground.

Whack!

However, Shin ran out of his gun's projectiles, forcing him to throw the gun aside. Silly Faces snarled in his direction, her telepathic crimson arms lunging towards his neck and Twinkle flanking him.

Ryan opened his trench coat to reveal the blast band on his chest.

And it's not the kind of kid-friendly way that most maniacs use. Something that only adults can see.

"Nagasaki! He shouted, rushing towards the flying head like a bull rushing to a cow in heat.

Bastard Face immediately stopped attacking and stepped back in fear, leaving room for an attack. Ryan gave her a full fist facial experience. The gauntlet slammed her against the wall, and the crimson arm vanished with her consciousness.

"Just kidding!" Ryan laughed at her. "I'll have to say the word safe first."

But he had a great time! It's too early to end with a blast!

"It's not teleportation," said Pale Guy as he threw more billiards at Ryan's head with incredible skill. Even though his time awareness has increased, the Courier needs a short pause to avoid a headshot. Nor did she make his life easy, harassing him with her axe hand. "He's messing with our senses and paralyzing us!" My power can't see him clearly!"

"So, a blue one." Twinkle replied, turning her head to look at the jaguar man. "Rakshasa, don't just stand there and call for reinforcements!"

The orc recovered from the gunshot wound and let out a loud roar. As he did so, a purple light flashed around him. They look like cute elves with long hair, sharp teeth, and cute eyes.

It's time to exterminate the goblins.

Ryan pulls a new gun out of his coat and tries to kill them all, but the pale guy hits him in the hand with a billiard ball, and the gun flies into the corner of the room. Twilight then tries to chop off the chronokineticist's head with her axe, but she doesn't, and she cuts some of his hair. To make matters worse, the leprechauns rush towards Ryan like a pack of rabid rats, and their master keeps summoning more leprechauns.

Ah, the mentally ill has recovered from the accident and regained control of the fight. Since they outnumbered Ryan in an enclosed space and reinforcements were on the way, he had to solve the problem quickly.

Critical measures are required in critical moments.

"You want a furry match?" Ryan asked, pulling his secret weapon from his trench coat. "I know I should say it's not personal, but guess what?"

He flicked the doll's open button.

"It is."

Then he threw his fear at his enemies.

The Ink Girl was the closest, so she was the first to see the stuffed animal. The plush toy looked up at her, its small blue eyes, full of innocence. Its body glowed purple, and energy filled its limbs and fur.

The ink machine does not understand.

Then she exploded, two crimson laser beams disintegrating her torso, blasting two holes in the wall behind her. The rest of her inkbled body collapsed into puddles.

"I love you!" The plush said in a cute, pre-recorded voice, its blue eyes now crimson. The toy turned to the leprechaun, and as they rushed towards it, it vaporized them in a single sight. The shadow it casts on the wall is not the shadow of a rabbit, but the shadow of something bigger, and not the shadow of this world.

"I love you so much!"

Then it rushed straight for the jaguar people at incredible speed, pounced on the startled psychopath. With a knife peeking out of its small claws, it jumps onto the psychopath's stomach, tearing a hole in it.

"Let's go to Disneyland!" It said as it burrowed into Roshasha's chest. The jaguar writhed in pain as the stuffed animal passed through Roshasha's chest.

Ryan heard voices coming from the shadows; Not a voice from this world. They spoke silently, making death threats in an alien language he barely understood. If it progresses to this extent, then the effects may begin to spread beyond the bunker.

It's only going to get worse over time.

"What is this, what is this......" Pale Guy stared at the rabbit that was burrowing into his teammate's belly. Not a rabbit...... I can see ...... There's something else in there......"

God, the pale man has some kind of sensual ability. "No, don't look at it with your powers," Ryan warned him, "it's a terrible idea, and you can't handle it because—"

He didn't listen, he saw.

Pale Guy let out a scream of pure fear as his mind was confronted with a truth so terrible that the psychopath's only remaining sanity could only crumble. He immediately grabbed a club and rushed at Ryan, thinking about murder. "Stop!"

"No, you've got to throw the kid over first," Ryan sneered, barely dodging an attack aimed at the carotid artery. But he couldn't find any opening, and the crazed psychopath relentlessly tried to stab him. "The younger the better."

A plush toy will treat the first child it finds as its best friend, but ...... This will solve the problem by raising a new, more interesting problem.

The messenger stopped time, cut the stick in half with his hand, and stabbed Pale Guy in the left eye with a spike. When time returned, the killer let out a scream and then attempted hand-to-hand combat with Ryan. The Messenger stepped back, more worried about his creation than the mentally ill.

Once the elf has been released, it is impossible to put it back in the bottle. Unless he can turn off the switch unexpectedly, Ryan can't control the murderous rabbit.

The stuffed animal emerged from Roshasa's bloodied corpse, turning his intestines into a thick noose. Then before the pale man could react, it jumped onto his back, put the organ around his neck, and began to strangle the madman. The killer tripped and was still panting while desperately trying to throw the rabbit off his back.

"Let's hug! The stuffed animal says its white fur is now dyed red. Strangled pale Guy looked happy and calm. "I'm your friend!"

Worst of all, Ryan didn't set a program for this kind of violence.

It just loves to kill.

Aside from Pale Guy, only Sarin is still alive, but she can't keep the gases that make up her body in her spacesuit. It looks like someone is bleeding to death, but it's just gas and not blood. Instead of waiting for reinforcements to arrive, or for the stuffed animal to turn his fatal attention to him, Ryan walked towards the elevator, shouted, and walked in. Only another floor is available, go down.

Pale Guy held up a hand to Ryan, his eyes begging for mercy while the stuffed animal strangled him to death with a happy expression. "Why? When the messenger pressed the button, he barely spoke in a gruff voice. "Why?"

"You crashed my car," Ryan replied, abandoning Pale Guy as the elevator door closed, leaving him to die a painful death.

The transportation system went down several floors, and Ryan wondered how far and big this bunker was. Does it span the entire Rust Town?

The elevator finally reached its destination and opened the door.

Ryan walked into an underground room with thick black metal walls. In the center of the room, a projector provides a blue light source, next to a holographic bust of a Makrone: an old man in his 70s, with wrinkled skin, unkempt hair, and a white beard. If it weren't for that icy gaze in the hologram, one might mistake him for Gandalf or Dumbledore. There are two blast doors on either side of the room, although only one is open.

The remains of the robot are all over the ground. Some look like black metal humanoid robots armed with laser rifles, while others are bulky, spider-like assault drones. Ryan recognized the designs as Mekron's, many of these machines that slaughtered entire communities during the Genome Wars. In some places, the courier found traces of dried blood and moss. The body bleed and decomposed in some corners before being removed.

It's clear that the superpowers fought an uphill battle for this floor, and they just didn't bother to remove their own bodies. They may have been harvested for the elixir in their blood.

"Is anyone there?" Ryan shouted, but no one answered. Once convinced that no one was going to ambush him, he checked the room and found a map of the complex in front of the projector.

As Ryan feared, this unit was large enough to cover much of Rusttown, even though it was located deep underground and inaccessible unless accessed through the main entrance. The upstairs he had just left was actually the living quarters, the smallest part of the entire complex. The rest of the place, much more heavily guarded, is a labyrinth of corridors and rooms with worrying names written in Bosnian.

Lab A and Lab B. Nanobot factory. Robot production facilities. Army Depots A, B, and C Robot Repair Centers. Armory. Magazine. Weapons test site. Replication factor. Orbital Communication Center. Command center. Reactor core. Prohibited Areas......

This is not a survival bunker.

It was a weapons production and research facility.

A facility in McClain.

Even at six feet underwater, that megalomaniac left behind a mess. If there were so many robots defending less important areas, there must have been a whole army under New Rome. An army without a master.

Ryan finally understood the plan of the Superpowers, and a chill ran down his spine.

These bastards sent people to their deaths in an attempt to break through the defenses, all in order to gain access to the command center. If they take control of whatever weapons Maykron's robots and geniuses have left, they can take over New Rome, or at least compete with other factions. Hell, the armory alone can give the Spirit Clan a huge firepower boost.

In order to wreak as much damage as possible for the rest of the day, Ryan walked through the only open door.

He walked through a high hallway and noticed a large window on his right. He glanced inside, and saw what appeared to be an infirmary, albeit a mental hospital. The room had apparently been rusted for years, and the white walls had lost their color, though Ryan noticed boxes of medical supplies piled up in the corners. Two people, a man and a woman, were tied to different operating tables. Judging by the spots on their skin, they are Bliss addicts.

"Psychoshock" was busy brainkidnapping the man, and his wire tentacles slipped through the drug user's mouth. At the same time, the woman seemed calm and stared vacantly.

When Ryan walked into the infirmary, the madman looked up. "Little Caesar". If he is scared or surprised, he will not show it. "It's weird—"

“Omae wa mou shi

dei

u，”Rya

Interrupted him in Japanese.

"What?"

The last words were poorly chosen.

The courier froze time, narrowed the gap between them in ten seconds, and then gave him a punch the moment the effect ended. Psyshock's head exploded in a rain of brain matter and other fluids, and his wires scurried around. The captured one slipped away, its tentacles lying on the ground like a squid's corpse.

"Are you okay?" Ryan asked the captive, but he didn't untie it, because it was over in a few hours.

The man's reaction was to tremble in place, something squirming under his skin. The skull was deformed, and the eyes turned white.

"Is this a problem with drug rehabilitation?" The messenger asked.

Ryan's reaction saved his life, and a wire tentacle protruded from the man's chest, nearly shattering his skull. The messenger retreated as more cables emerged from its body, except for the skull, which underwent biomechanical deformation.

Soon, a giant wire hybrid stood on the addict's shell, cold eyes staring at Ryan.

"I have to thank your father."

Ryan's eyes widened in shock as he faced the shock of a reborn spirit.

"When we last saw each other, he gave me those wounds and showed me his true strength, I was thinking...... What if I misunderstand the limits of my abilities?" Can it take me beyond death itself?"

His tentacles pounced on Ryan's head, and the courier used a brief pause to leap toward a corner of the room.

"I can do more than just read minds," Psyshock snarled as he continued his attack, throwing the operating table at the courier. When the cannonball hits the wall behind him, Ryan ducks down to dodge, trying to find meaning in the situation. "I can reshape them, rewire their brains, make them greater blood vessels. Direct control. ”

Every time he died, Psyshock would possess the brain of a slave he had fiddled with. The messenger remembered the battle in the orphanage; How the psychopath forcibly made contact with his hostages, and how the doctors noticed the madman's abnormal brain waves after her death.

"You're trying to do this to a kid," Ryan realized, frightened.

"Which one?"

This chilling reaction enraged the Messenger.

Rya

Frozen in time, he smashed the soulless monster's face into a ball with his fists, without giving him any chance to defend himself. Regardless of the consequences.

Immediately after time was restored, the second captive began to undergo an equally terrible transformation. Ryan gave her another fatal punch to save her from pain.

"Now every time I restart, I'm going to kill you." The genome assures the corpse. Once he found a way to eliminate this terrible ability. That's the blood circulation, but thankfully, Psyshock needs to die first to activate this ability. The resemblance to his salvation point also makes Ryan a little uneasy, and he is even more determined to get rid of the madman permanently.

The courier walks over to the medicine box and pries open the box to peek at its contents. His suspicions were immediately confirmed.

Dy

Amis counterfeits the elixir of life.

There are dozens. If all the crates were filled with more, then the number increased to hundreds.

Well, that's the solution. It is impossible for a theft of this magnitude not to go to the news, and it is impossible not to cause Dy

AMIS's retaliatory strike. AtomCat guessed correctly, someone within the company provided Meta with their repair tools, weapons, and information.

Why? Let them weaken Augustus while maintaining plausible denial? Create villains for their heroes to arrest them? Or are the superpowers exploring bunkers on behalf of their clients, rather than pursuing their own interests?

Who are the suppliers? Enrique? His father, Hector? Or someone who has been brainwashed by Psycho Shock?

Ryan heard heavy footsteps in the hallway and hurried out of the infirmary. Psyshock and a new Meta walk at the end of the hallway, directly opposite the entrance. The other psychopath is a three-and-a-half-meter-tall giant, a towering monster made entirely of rusty steel. The upper body is larger than the lower body, and the arms are slightly longer than the legs. He has an American flag painted on his chest. The creature looks more like a humanoid tank than a human, and even its face has been replaced with a mask device, which reminds Ryan of a famous Star Wars character.

God, Ryan loves Star Wars, even the prequels. Still, he's glad that the old world ended before someone could make a money-grabbing sequel. They will be terrible. He knows this from the bottom of his bones.

"It's useless, Cesare. I have hundreds of ships. "Psychoshock glanced at the huge psycho patient." Frank, please kill him. ”

"Yes, Mr. Vice President." He replied in a deep voice and had to bow his head into the passage.

"Mr. Vice President?" Ryan asked.

"Fuck the Vice President of the United States of America, the greatest nation on earth!" The giant pounced on Ryan - oh my god, he was running so fast!

If time hadn't stopped, Ryan would have died long ago, and Frank's fist was only an inch away from his face. The courier quickly turned away while throwing a knife at the giant's eye.

Time returned, and Frank's fist slammed into the ground enough to shake the floor, and the hand struck through the alloy ground to his forearm. As for the knife, pierced him in the eye. Literally. The body of the psychopath absorbs the metal knife.

"After the initial push, the humans let me in. They wanted, Caesar. "Psyshock took advantage of the narrowness of the corridor and hung it from F with his tentacles

a

On the ceiling above K, move like a bio-mechanical spider. "People want to be my slaves. The weight of thought and personality oppresses them. But I get into their brains, and when I clear the confusion and replace it with my will, they become truly happy. Deep down, you want it too. ”

"You're a living birth control ad, lunatic." Somehow, every word he said was worse than the last. It took us a lot of effort to get Rya

Really hated anyone, but Psyshock won the jackpot.

"I'm going to save you, Cesare," replied the madman, and Frank struggled to pull his hand out of the hole he had dug. "I'm going to free you from yourself."

"You know, killing me was just a stopgap measure!" Ryan shouted, grabbing a grenade from under his coat and throwing it at the two men. "Only psychotherapy can help you solve your problems!"

The grenade exploded right in front of Frank, and the explosion was huge.

And it did......

Absolutely nothing. The giant didn't even flinch, and Psyshock retreated behind his bodyguards for safety. To make matters worse, a crimson aura envelops Frank's body, and the psychopath seems to have grown a few inches taller.

"Uh-oh."

"Pearl Harbor ......," Frank shuddered, as if he had post-traumatic stress disorder. Pearl Harbor repeats itself ......"

"Excuse me?" Ryan asked.

"I will never forgive the Japanese!" He roared, raised his fist in rage, and slammed it against the ceiling, causing the hallways to tremble. "I'll never forgive them!" Never!"

Ryan began to understand why they called him Frank the Maniac.

However, if he can get rid of grenades and absorb metal, then the Courier has nothing to take him down. Except maybe for the bullet, but it's clear that it can end the run now. Ryan had to come up with a solution, and fast.

The lights began to fail, and tiny footsteps echoed through the hallway. Ryan peeked worriedly from behind.

The stuffed animal walked into the hallway with a white-faced scalp in its arms, its eyes gleaming maliciously.