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behind the bar, grabbed the man’s shoulders, and stopped him. I wish he hadn’t done that.
    “Hey, we’re closed, ass—”
    The man glared at Sammy in a very intimidating manner and released an animalistic growl. Sammy froze in fear and shock. “What the—”
    The stranger picked up Sammy and hurled him over the bar top and he crashed into the bar mirror and landed hard on the tile floor. The fractured glass dropped onto the unconscious Sammy. The man turned and realized I’m gone, but I saw him.
    He turned the other way and I was already jumping off the bar top. I executed a martial arts kick and sliced open his neck with my spurs. He fell backward and bounced off the bar while holding his partially opened neck. Blood squirted between his fingers and he coughed up more blood. I stepped in front of him with my sword, my friend, pointed at him. I shook my head with disappointment, and I must admit, a bit of cockiness.
    “This is the best the Underworld has? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Very disappointing.”
    The Underworld Bounty Hunter began to laugh and released his throat. I’m astonished to see his throat began to heal.
    “Are you serious?”
    The Underworld Bounty Hunter drew two guns and fired at me. I tried to avoid the onslaught of fire power, but I got hit once in my left leg as I dove for cover behind one of the pool tables. He looked at me with a smirk. “Your time has come, Harvester Agent number 2748.”
    I knew what mutation he was due to him healing so quickly. “What’s the Underworld paying you, Hybrid?”
    “Normally, it’s ten thousand per Harvester I end, but when they told me you were my bounty, well, I told them I’d do it for free,” he casually commented.
    I cleared my throat. “Hmm, should I take that as a compliment, Hybrid?”
    “I would. I knew I’d have my work cut out for me.”
    I tried to buy some more time, so I kept the Hybrid talking. “Likewise. That healing technique is rather impressive. I’ll have to make sure to cut deeper next time.”
    The Bounty Hunter stepped closer. I knew he was feeling superior and that’s a sign of weakness that I can take advantage of, hopefully.
    “There won’t be a next time, old timer.” He motioned to kill me off. I must keep him talking. This was a technique I learned from Miyamoto Musashi.
    “I must know, Hybrid. You’re a new Hybrid Class 4, right?”
    The hybrid sarcastically scoffed. “Try a Class 6.”
    I didn’t show it, but I was shocked to hear this due to the Agency’s inside info telling all of us Harvesters that the Underworld hasn’t even achieved the level five yet. I guess they have progressed further than we thought.
    “Class 6? The Underworld hasn’t achieved that level yet,” I retorted with a confident tone.
    The Hybrid smirked at me. “They have now, and I’m proof of it, Harvester.”
    “Shit.”
    You must understand that the higher Class number a Hybrid is, the worse it is for us Harvesters. I have no clue what it’s capable of doing. Out of nowhere, Sammy, not knowing what he’s getting into, sneaked up on the Hybrid Bounty Hunter and swung a baseball bat across the back of his head and bended its head inhumanly to the side quite a bit. The hit didn’t bother him at all. He casually straightened out his neck and cracked it back and forth a few times. Sammy was completely blown away when he saw this.
    But he swung away again. The Hybrid Bounty Hunter snatched the bat in midstrike and slammed it through Sammy’s stomach. He violently bounced off the bar and toppled over, dead.
    His blood spilled onto the floor. The loving couple freaked out and bolted outside with the woman screaming the whole time. The Hybrid Bounty Hunter shrugged his shoulders at me.
    “Humans? So weak.”
    I look at Sammy, lifeless.
    “Thanks. You took care of my tabs for me.”
    I quickly drew two impressive, large handguns, Desert Eagle .50 calibers. This act shocked him, as well it should.
    “What are you doing with guns? You