"A bunch of clueless humans think they can handle me with cheap toys?"
The raccoon snarled, ripping every tranquilizer dart out of his fur. His eyes glowed with a razor-sharp gleam.
"Let me show you what a real bomb looks like."
He vanished into the pile of lab equipment in a blur.
"What is he—"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Before anyone could react, improvised explosives shot out like deadly confetti. They detonated across the room, hurling bodies and shrapnel in screaming arcs.
"Hahaha! I'm a weapons genius! My gadgets could blow up the damn moon!"
Within minutes, the raccoon had crafted an arsenal of advanced tech that no human in the room could even comprehend. The scientists froze, horrified—like they were watching a demon invent their funeral.
"Now then…"
His grin sharpened.
"Time to thin out the ants."
Hatred flickered in his eyes.
They had locked him in a chemical tank, poked him with needles, treated him like trash.
Time to repay those debts in blood.
The institute became a warzone. Alarms screeched. Walls collapsed. Fire raged in every corner.
"Don't let the subject escape!" the lab director shouted, voice cracking. "Kill it if you have to!"
He barely finished before—
PCHOOOM!
A laser beam tore through the heads of the armed guards. Bodies dropped like puppets with cut strings.
"You—"
The director stood trembling, realizing he was the last survivor. Everyone else—guards, scientists, researchers—were dead or dying.
But he was a man used to command, so he mustered the last scraps of authority he had.
"You can't escape, creature! Humans will wipe you out! Surrender or be exterminated!"
"Oh?"
The raccoon tilted his head.
"You threatening me, old man?"
He plucked a grenade from his newly built gear, spun it on one finger, then casually shoved it into the director's mouth.
"Let's play a game."
The director thrashed violently, blood leaking between his lips, eyes bulging with terror.
"Hold that for ten seconds," the raccoon purred, "and maybe—maybe—I'll take it out. Behave well, okay?"
The director nodded frantically.
"Good. Ten… nine… eight—one!"
The final second hit.
And the raccoon's smile twisted into a wicked curve.
He didn't remove the grenade.
He pulled the pin.
Then leapt back to enjoy the show.
"BOOM!"
The director's head vaporized into red mist. The last body fell.
"Haha! Beautiful! You mess with me, you burn with me."
The raccoon tossed incendiary bombs onto the corpses and equipment. Flames devoured everything.
"Today marks the debut of Rocket!"
He proudly held up a stolen official document.
"New York! Shake in fear! Hahaha!"
He skimmed the paper.
"Oh? Groot's in prison? Don't worry, buddy… Rocket's coming."
He vaporized the document with a laser shot, triggered the booster strapped to his back, and blasted out of the collapsing facility.
Across the city—
Ryuuto was mid-workout when Bobby's frantic call came in.
"Captain! Emergency report! A major research institute in New York has been destroyed! All personnel are dead!"
Ryuuto set his dumbbells down, eyes narrowing.
"A massacre? Any suspects?"
"Based on the evidence… Experiment 89P13. Its combat capability is off the charts, and its personality is vicious. If we don't stop it immediately, casualties will skyrocket!"
Ryuuto cracked his neck slowly.
"Yeah. That thing needs to be contained. Bobby, lock onto its location. I want it alive."
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