Chapter 105: Watching the Tigers Fight
Trainee Courier Mason.
Physical Fitness: 3.51.
Mental Endurance: 3.12.
Enhancement Level: First Tier Enhanced.
Assets: 1,220 Time-Space Coins.
Total assets exceed one thousand, unlocking new upgrade options.
"Holy shit! My physical fitness jumped by half a point!"
However, it seemed the first injection of the enhancement compound only affected physical fitness, with only a slight increase in mental endurance. Mason attributed this minor improvement to the mental conditioning he endured during the injection—suffering through inhuman agony.
Time was critical, so Mason didn't bother studying the newly appeared upgrade options. He secured his weapon, kicked open the barricaded door, and in a few powerful bounds, burst onto the street outside. Then, moving at breakneck speed, he rushed toward the Blackwater Street compound.
In neighborhoods like Blackwater Street—rotted to the core—no police patrols ever ventured. In fact, for law enforcement, such places were effectively excluded from the jurisdiction of the Lower Districts.
Mason silently scaled the outer wall. Amidst the flames and explosions, the two factions were locked in brutal combat.
Donnie, wielding dual Desert Eagles and wearing reinforced body armor with silver exo-frame bracers on his arms and ankles, moved with incredible speed, sweeping across the battlefield. With each shot, a member of the Blood Source Society was sent flying.
Charging after him was Lionheart, standing over seven feet tall, his body covered in thick mutated tissue. He wielded a massive ballistic shield in each hand, charging at Donnie like a freight train.
However, his speed clearly couldn't match Donnie's, and he could only follow behind, eating dust, occasionally letting out a furious roar.
Although Donnie's crew was small in number, they were all operators—fully kitted out, several with cybernetic eye implants, and possessing exceptional marksmanship. Facing the relentless assault of Blood Source Society members, they advanced and retreated with tactical precision.
However, Blackwater Street was originally Blood Source territory, and their reinforcements seemed endless. Even though Donnie's men were vicious, they quickly began taking casualties against the Society's overwhelming numbers.
The Blood Source Society's casualties were even more severe—a thick carpet of corpses covered the first-floor lobby, indicating the battle had started there and spilled outside.
Seeing his brother's corpse, Lionheart went berserk, wanting nothing more than to kill Donnie immediately. But after fighting for a while, he gradually regained control, ceasing his pursuit of Donnie and instead coordinating with other Blood Source members to overwhelm Donnie's crew.
With Lionheart's two massive shields blocking the advance, Donnie's men immediately got pinned down, and several died in quick succession.
"Haha, Donnie! You never thought this day would come when you framed me, did you?" Lionheart laughed maniacally from behind his shields.
"You came this close to blowing my head off, but God had other plans. You know how many mutants and irradiated freaks I've had to butcher in the Wasteland outside the city all these years?"
"During multiple augmentation procedures, I nearly died on the table, but I survived—all so that one day I could stand before you and rip you apart!"
"You tried to kill me, and now you've murdered my brother!"
"Come here and DIE!"
Lionheart roared, slamming his two shields together, apparently activating a special function that unleashed a fan-shaped sonic shockwave spreading outward.
Donnie's crew, hunkered behind cover, never expected Lionheart to have such an attack capability. Caught off guard, they were blasted out from their positions by the concussive wave.
"Attack! Kill them all!"
Several figures suddenly erupted from the dirt in the courtyard. Their arms had mutated into thick, armored appendages—some like mantis-blade prosthetics, others swollen like sledgehammer fists.
BLAM BLAM BLAM!
Chaos erupted as Donnie's men fought back desperately, dropping several attackers, but they were still swarmed by Blood Source members and hacked to pieces!
The tide turned, and in the blink of an eye, Donnie stood alone, surrounded by scattered Blood Source operatives.
Lionheart strapped his two massive shields to his forearms, and with a metallic clang, the shields compacted, encasing his arms with over a meter of bladed edges protruding from their tips, forming a pair of enormous, exaggerated arm blades!
"Donnie, I won't kill you quickly. I'll cut off your limbs, turn you into a living torso, and torture you for years!" Lionheart sneered.
"What if I grafted your head onto a bitch in heat, then had a pack of dogs violate you every single day? What do you think?"
"HAHAHAHA!"
A chorus of shrill howls echoed from the surrounding mob.
Killing Donnie meant the Blood Source Society would have no rivals in the surrounding blocks—they could finally emerge from the shadows and control some economically prosperous, relatively affluent neighborhoods.
"Haha, Boss Lionheart, no need to wait! Chop him into a stump—I'll make him suffer tonight!"
Hatred had tormented Lionheart for countless years, completely warping his psyche and turning him into a pure monster inside and out.
"You're insane."
Donnie, pistols in hand, scanned his surroundings with his glowing red cybernetic eye, apparently searching for an escape route.
But he was surrounded by a dense swarm of Blood Source members—there was no chance of breaking through in any direction.
"Go! Tear him apart!"
"Whoever rips off his arm first gets their own city block!" Lionheart roared. Hearing his words, the Blood Source members around him surged forward like they'd been injected with PCP, their bloodshot eyes blazing as they charged.
But at that moment, Donnie suddenly ripped out his cybernetic eye, crushed the outer casing, revealing a gleaming golden metallic sphere.
"It's a pulse grenade! Everyone scatter!"
Lionheart's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He roared, trying to retreat, but the dense crowd blocked his path.
Seeing the metallic sphere in Donnie's hand about to hit the ground, Lionheart, with nowhere to run, dropped to one knee, brought his arms together in front of his chest, transforming them back into massive shields!
Donnie's face hardened as he hurled the metallic sphere to the ground, then slammed his other hand against his chest plate!
Donnie's armor glowed, and the protective bracers on his arms and ankles activated, enveloping him in an energy barrier.
"VMMMMM~"
After a piercing sonic wave, a violent shockwave swept across the area. Blood Source Society members caught in the initial blast exploded and died instantly. Even the wall where Mason was positioned collapsed under the violent impact.
Donnie's energy shield depleted at a visible rate, then shattered with a crack. His armor erupted in bursts of sparks as he was launched into the hall behind him like a missile!
"What the hell was that thing? How could it be so powerful!" Mason, covered in dust and debris, scrambled to his feet and looked toward ground zero.
The entire courtyard was leveled—not a single intact body remained.
Lionheart knelt on the ground, his massive frame thrown back five or six meters, his shields scraping deep gouges in the concrete.
The explosion's impact had blown gaps in both heavy shields, with fragments embedded in Lionheart's chest and protruding along his spine.
"Looks like I win after all."
Donnie dragged his mangled body forward, staggering as he emerged from the rubble.
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