The Industrialist

Precinct 13, borders of Steelpoint District Sector

Nathan

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Mathew was the oldest Human Abominant in the nest and had served the Queen with all successful missions. Nathan did not question that the Queen sent Mathew to his aid. But, because of Mathew's different methods, he probably would spark something unnecessary. It could be numerous deaths of people.

Nathan only wanted the death of his targets, not other people who tried to intervene with him. Well, he could not argue about how Mathew conducted his methods, he could not defy him. Mathew was stronger than him and a bloodthirsty monster.

Hence, just going with the flow was probably the best move forward.

Nathan had one Abominant level 3 on his ranks, a rhino. While Mathew had two level 3 Abominants. Having two of them portrayed strength among his ranks. With two Abominants, they could wipe out half of the city.

However, Mathew did not bring the two during the skirmish or it would defeat their purpose of hunting.

"Tell me. Where are we going? You are not going to waste my time, aren't you?" Mathew asked as he wiped the blood from his hands.

"I don't know but due North. We are going further deeper into the city. With our clothes, they should be sufficient to mask our true identities. What I would ask from you is to restrain yourself from killing people. We need this hunt to be clean and fast."

"There you are again, questioning my methods. Have I not told you before that if you question me, there will be consequences."

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Nathan just walked silently from that. He let Mathew mumble in his utter annoyance about their contradicting methods, without further revisiting the thought. They followed the road to where the scent was strong. The scent was suspended above them, seemingly carried by a floating vehicle. Even at that altitude, Nathan could smell it.

After a few blocks of constant sniffing and following scent, they arrived at a destination.

"What is it?" Mathew asked.

"A police station," Nathan said, hesitant to have brought Mathew to a crowded place. He knew it was crowded because of the cars parked outside the lot. He was not hesitant because of the fear of facing police officers. No. He was afraid that Mathew would trigger again in a killing spree.

"What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you are afraid of some police officers."

"No. I am not. I am afraid for them. This time, we don't have a choice but to fight them if necessary."

"Now, you're talking," Mathew said and a smile creased on his murderous expression.

Nathan could sense the delight of his comrade. His eyes bulged at the thought of another bloodthirst quenching opportunity that lay in front of them. Nathan could not determine how many would be the casualties. However, with the two of them, they could be unstoppable.

Nathan even decommissioned fifteen SHF officers with his bare hands during the attack in the tunnels. It was not easy for him as the newly formed group had a different rigorous training. They were assassins. The police officers on the other hand had light basic training and facing them posed no challenge.

They continued their path and went inside the police station. They were greeted with random guffaws of wounded citizens, police officers, and their perpetrators in handcuffs lined up in the right-side wall. The police desks were filled with people. Apparently, the aftermath of the attack had reached the police precincts.

The dead bodies had not yet been accounted yet, and people were enraged for information about their lost loved ones.

"Can you follow the scent?" Mathew asked him as they stood among a stream of unkempt population inside the station.

One police officer, skinny and young, squinted at two mysterious-looking men in yellow trench coats and wearing no boots, and both had masks hung on their sides. Clearly, they were out of fashion.

"What can I do for you, misters?" The police officer asked politely. The police officers were on a magnifying glass right now with the media and the people.

"We are looking for a boy," Nathan responded. "Is he here?"

"What boy? There are a lot of boys here, lads. If you can't be specific, I can't help you." The officer said.

"Are you trying to protect him?" Mathew asked. His coarse voice startled the young officer.

There was a moment of silence between them and the police officer. The eyebrows of the officer furrowed in slight derision.

"Let me see your identifications first." The officer's voice became stern.

This is what irked Nathan whenever Mathew would taunt a police officer, they would feel threatened and would ask for their identifications.

"That won't be necessary. I can smell him at the back." Nathan pointed to where the scent would take him. He tried to ease the tensions that were about to build up.

The officer squinted back to where Nathan had pointed. "The interrogation room?"

"Yes. Let us check. If he's not here then we will go our merry way." Nathan suggested.

"No bloodshed for you, officer," Mathew interjected. Nathan cursed inwardly.

"Bloodshed? You are threatening a police officer, Mister. I said, show me your identification!" The officer's voice raised and caught the attention of the others. This was what he avoided however, Mathew was a magnet of violence which was immensely uncontrollable.

Nathan sighed. He counted the officers as around twenty to thirty personnel inside the station and another twenty as non-combatants.

The young police officer started to unholster his handgun from his side while the officers near him were engaged, stood up from their desks, and transferred their focus to the rising commotion.

"If you don't show me anything, we have a right to question you. It is a GLD mandate that all citizens should carry their identifications at all times. You violate that directive. Show me your hands and let me restrain you." The officer started to take out his handcuff. "Both of you!"

"That won't be necessary, officer. Every one of you here will answer to me." Mathew said with a mischievous grin to the agitated officer.

Mathew quickly jumped over the desk and kicked the officer in the face, sending the poor, young officer scrambling to the neighboring desks, slamming his body hard against strong metallic fixtures.

"Hey! Freeze!" The officers commanded.

Guns were drawn and the innocent citizens ran from the station for safety. Mathew jumped at the knocked-down officer and bit his neck off. He slurped from the flesh that he had just devoured. The screams came.

They fired at Mathew but the latter was quick with his feet and crawled below the desks like a crocodile jumping onto the officers with his fingers grabbing their intestines and taking them out from their bodies with sheer strength.

Mathew was a hybrid human and crocodile, with strength like ten persons, he could easily tear the officer's necks by only using his human jaw. Bullets penetrated Mathew's back, ripping his yellow coat as bullets grazed him. Despite that, Mathew was unceasing.

Nathan helped too, with his signature neck choking. Sometimes, he would rip their throats out. Blood sprayed from their necks as Nathan severed their tracheas. There was something about their necks that when suddenly opened, there would be a shower of blood that came from those veins connecting arteries.

Ten dead, instantly.

The screams continued to echo inside the station. The cuffed suspects chaotically ran for safety. Bullets whizzed overhead them as Nathan and Mathew covered against the desks.

Then, Mathew crawled again despite the firepower. Shotguns and rifles were used now. The police officers were disoriented by how fast Mathew could crawl in between the array of desks, killing them instantly as he captured their shins and pulled people to the ground.

Pools of blood streamed on the floor like a river toward Nathan's soles. An advantage for Abominants was knowing the human weak spots, killing them with one blow and by the use of sheer force by bare hands.

'For a few seconds, all officers will die. And the boy can't escape.' Nathan thought while he fixed upon the interrogation room located at the opposite end of the entrance door.