Guyver Armor: KAP-2

At six o'clock in the evening, as darkness fell, the light rain that had been falling all day finally stopped.

Tsubasa Kamino rode his motorcycle, avoiding the police cordon, and entered the mountain road from the abandoned quarry on the north side of the back mountain.

He hid his motorcycle next to the abandoned cabin he had marked earlier, put on a black windbreaker, and headed towards the predetermined location along the wet path.

The ambush point was chosen on a high slope on the west side of the swamp, where the dense bushes were half a person tall, and raindrops were still hanging on the leaves. When the wind blew, they fell down and hit the brim of Kamino Tsubasa's hat.

A huge granite rock behind him formed a natural barrier, which could both conceal his figure and protect him from possible blast shockwaves.

He lay prone in the grass, his chest pressed against the cool ground, his gaze sweeping over the reeds below. The winding path on the east side of the pond, shrouded in mist, was the only way the Fukamachi duo could take home.

Time passed second by second, the fog in the mountains grew thicker and thicker, and visibility gradually decreased.

Tsubasa Kanno put on his night vision goggles, and a green field of vision instantly enveloped his surroundings, making the outlines of vegetation and the textures of rocks clearly visible. He waited patiently, replaying every detail of the plan in his mind.

Suddenly, the faint roar of an engine could be heard from the distant mountain road, and a brand-new van suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

Kamino Tsubasa's pupils suddenly contracted, and his left hand instinctively gripped a pebble in the grass—it's finally here!

Through the night vision goggles, he saw ten dark figures get out of the car in sequence and quickly approach from the east side of the mountain road, forming a fan shape to surround the woods on the side.

They were tall and moved in perfect unison, their movements displaying an almost superhuman coordination. Leading them was a man nearly 2 meters tall, with bulging muscles faintly visible beneath his black combat uniform.

Kronos's beastmen force has arrived.

"They've caught up, huh? They're here so fast... Damn it, how could we let you take the 'unit' back like this?"

Heavy breathing came from deep within the woods, and the little white mouse hiding there had already spotted the pursuers.

He leaned against the tree trunk, barely managing to stand upright. His breaths were heavy with the metallic smell of metal, clearly indicating his body was already at its breaking point. "Even if it means mutual destruction, I'll make you pay!"

Without further hesitation, he pulled a small high-explosive bomb from his pocket; a red timer indicator light flashed on the palm-sized metal casing.

His fingertips trembled as he turned the dial to set a two-minute countdown, then he shoved the bomb under the travel bag and used gravel to weigh down the opening to secure it.

"We've been looking for you for ages, you damned white rat! Surrender now!" The soldiers of the Kronos Force shouted in a deep voice, their footsteps approaching the edge of the woods, forming a tight encirclement.

"What a joke!" The white mouse suddenly sat up straight. "You've ruined my body, turned my life upside down, and you still want me to submit? Dream on!"

The white mouse raised its head and let out a roar, beginning its beast transformation on the spot. "Crack—crack—", the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing rang out shrilly.

His body then twisted and swelled wildly in the rain, his bones growing taller and taller until he finally transformed into a two-meter-tall, ferocious beast with bulging veins under his dark brown skin and sharp claws gleaming coldly.

"Oh? It can even transform? That's interesting. I'll play with it." In the Kronos forces, the tall soldier at the head stepped forward and raised his hand to stop his eager comrades behind him.

He was a head taller than the soldiers around him, and his physique was already robust. At this moment, as he twisted his neck slightly, the "crackling" sound of his joints shifting could be heard, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

The next second, he suddenly threw his head back and let out a deafening roar. His muscles bulged wildly at a visible speed. His combat suit could not withstand the force. With a loud "rip," the fabric tore into pieces and flew everywhere.

His forehead stretched out abruptly, forming a protruding bony horn. The muscles on his shoulders and back bulged out strangely, as ferocious as the spine of a dinosaur. Two huge curved horns extended from his head all the way to his shoulders and back, gleaming with a dark yellow bony luster. Underneath the lizard-like green scales was an excessively strong body.

It was none other than Kronos' elite melee-type beastmen, Kreig!

"Roar!" Craig cracked his knuckles, the joints making a dull thud. He glanced contemptuously at the white mouse's beast form. "An experimental subject is an experimental subject. Even if it transforms, it's just a slightly larger mouse."

"Enough with the nonsense!" The white mouse launched the first attack, its hind legs slamming into the ground, its body leaping towards Kureg like an arrow released from a bow. Its sharp claws whistled through the air as it aimed straight for Kureg's throat.

However, his attacks seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of real beastmen.

Without dodging or evading, Kureg raised his hand and delivered a precise block. With a crisp "clang," the white mouse's claws seemed to have willingly entered the enemy's claws.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Craig tightly grasped the hands of the white mouse that had been offered to him, and the two began to stand face to face and wrestle.

But everyone could clearly see the difference between the two—although the white mouse's beast form was two meters tall, standing in front of Kureg, who was a whole head taller and whose arms were thicker than his thighs, it looked like a child standing in front of an adult.

"Is that all you've got?" Craig pressed closer, his contempt growing. "I thought I could play a little longer."

He grabbed the white mouse's arm and pulled hard, his sharp claws easily piercing the mouse's skin and embedding themselves in its muscle.

"Ah—!" The white mouse let out a painful scream, struggling desperately, but it was no match for Kureg's grip.

A cruel smile crept across Craig's lips as he suddenly exerted force with his arm—"Rip—" A chilling tearing sound rang out as one of the white mouse's arms was ripped off!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over Kurreg and wetting the ground beneath his feet.

The intense pain made the mouse's vision go black, but his gaze inadvertently fell on the travel bag not far away—during the struggle, they had just moved to the location of the bomb.

A resolute glint flashed in his crimson beastly eyes. He endured the excruciating pain and gripped Kureg's arm tightly with his remaining arm, preventing him from retreating.

Craig frowned, about to tear off the white mouse's other arm, when he heard the mouse let out a roar filled with boundless hatred: "Chronos...you'll never get it! I'll drag you all down to hell with me!"

The next second—"BOOM—!!!" A violent explosion instantly resounded throughout the valley, and a dazzling flame shot into the sky like a small sun, illuminating the entire dark forest as if it were daytime.

The powerful shockwave spread outwards from the point of explosion, snapping trees in half and sending branches, pebbles, and mud flying everywhere.

At the same time, the shockwave from the explosion also completely tore apart the travel bag above the bomb, and the "Unit G" hidden inside was scattered and flew out with the blast wave.

One of the Unit G units, trailing thick smoke, crashed into a nearby rock and bounced off, landing right at the feet of a Kronos soldier.

Meanwhile, the other unit, G, flew down the slope and crashed straight into the open space next to the pool.