​"Get up and keep running if you do not want to end up as ashes at the bottom of this crater."​Zac firmly gripped the collar of Rex's leather jacket with his left hand. He forcefully shoved the scrawny mechanic away from the actively crumbling edge of the asphalt. The earth directly beneath them caved in completely, violently dragging the debris of the ruined highway down into the massive sinkhole. Plumes of bright orange heat erupted high into the air, fiercely roasting the skin on their faces.​Vance scrambled frantically on his hands and knees, desperately dodging chunks of falling concrete. The man in the gas mask coughed violently, heavily inhaling the thick black smoke that aggressively burned his lungs.​"We almost died, Boss." Vance wailed, staring down into the fiery crater before them with absolute, unadulterated horror. "That Level Five bunker has officially become a mass grave. Your entire monster army was completely pulverized to dust down there."​"That grave belongs en

​"Wipe the remaining rotting intestines off that steel table right this instant, Rex," Zac issued the absolute command, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his right hand.​The morning sunlight was just beginning to peek through the ventilation gaps in the roof of the port warehouse. Three hours had passed since they successfully subjugated the giant monster guarding the building. The roar of the diesel generator in the basement buzzed continuously, providing a stable and constant supply of electricity. The neon lights flickered to life, fully illuminating the massive stacks of shipping containers and the heavily rusted surgical equipment left behind from Bryan's father's insane experiments.​Rex swallowed a hard lump in his throat, hastily picking up the foul-smelling chunks of blackened flesh from the metal operating table. The scrawny mechanic tossed the putrid waste directly into a rusted iron basket resting in the corner of the room. His hands trembled violently,

The silver flash violently sliced through the air with absolute, unerring precision. The mafia soldier actively sprinting toward the trunk of the armored jeep never even had a single fraction of a second to turn his head. The razor-sharp blade of the silver scalpel struck true, piercing perfectly straight through the base of his neck from behind.​Blood spurted forcefully outward, instantly staining the trunk door of the vehicle. The soldier dropped the grenade from his hand, choking violently on his own blood before his body slumped rigidly onto the asphalt.​"Shoot that shadow hiding behind the dust right now!" The squad captain shrieked in utter panic, wildly spewing bullets from his automatic assault rifle. "He is absolutely not a normal human! Protect the armored vehicle perimeter!"​Live, armor-piercing rounds whizzed wildly through the air, aggressively pulverizing whatever remained of the concrete walls. The gunpowder smoke billowed incredibly thick, heavily mixing with the ce

​"You are completely wasting your time, you insane doctor. I would much rather bite my own tongue completely off than surrender a single name to you."​The squad captain's hoarse voice shattered the freezing silence of the medical warehouse. The man bearing the scorpion tattoo lay flat on his back, securely strapped to the heavy steel operating table. Both of his legs and his left arm were bound incredibly tightly by thick leather restraints. His shattered right arm was left entirely unbound, dangling helplessly off the edge of the table, steadily dripping fresh blood onto the concrete floor. His breathing was rapid and ragged, yet his eyes continuously glared up at Zac, overflowing with pure, unyielding defiance.​Zac utterly ignored the cheap threat. He strolled calmly toward a metal instrument table situated in the corner of the room.​A glass bottle containing high-proof medical-grade alcohol was popped open with a soft clink. Zac poured the clear liquid generously over his palms.

​The silver scalpel blade violently sliced through the air, generating a lethal flash beneath the harsh glare of the neon lights. Zac did not afford the commander a single fraction of a second to utter a final prayer. The razor-sharp metal tip pierced cleanly through the skin of his neck, completely severing the carotid artery and the jugular vein simultaneously in one smooth, absolutely precise pull.​Bright red blood spurted aggressively, closely resembling a pressurized fountain. The warm, thick liquid heavily soaked Zac's medical coat, stained the steel operating table, and pooled massively on the concrete floor.​"That is the initial payment for the home you burned to the ground," Zac whispered with freezing coldness, staring dead straight into his captive's fading eyes.​The Scorpion clan squad captain widened his eyes to impossible proportions. His jaw unhinged, desperately attempting to gasp for oxygen, but only thick, clotted blood flooded down his throat. His burly body conv