Novel & Cerita Bounty Hunter Transformer

PRIORITY ONE: Maya Cross Classification: White Luna (Confirmed) Threat Level: Extreme Abilities: Healing, enhanced reflexes, energy manipulation, potential for catastrophic power surge Recommendation: Immediate termination. Do not attempt capture. Subject is too dangerous to contain. Current Status: Recovering from silver exposure at unknown location. Source reports subject is protected by werewolf (Jaxon Cross) and vampire (Lucien Nightshade). Recommend coordinated strike to eliminate all three targets simultaneously. Bounty: $5,000,000 Five million dollars. They'd put a five-million-dollar bounty on Maya's head. I kept reading, my horror growing with each file. PRIORITY TWO: Jaxon Cross

I kept myself pressed to the door frame, I was confident this would go more smoothly than I though, we had breached in without detection anyway. “Found something..!” She said and I was beside in asap. “What?” “The files of all Emeral Bounties.” I scanned through with her, some of them were in a folder while others were simple fliers. She pulled out a peculiar flier, the picture depicted was a man, he was covered in all black clothing and left nothing but his eyes to show. “A Track for a Tracker…” The man indeed was a tracker, someone had placed a bounty Track on a Tracker, how ironic.

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

He held up a hand—a hand that was still glowing with the orange brand of the Processors. "The Audit... is... incomplete," Xander rasped, his voice sounding like it was being generated by a machine. Behind him, the black tactical trucks were pulling into the tunnel. But they weren't being driven by the Sinclair Remnant. They were being driven by the Processed. Thousands of them, their eyes vacant, their movements synchronized. Xander wasn't their prisoner anymore. He was their General. "The Mercy Vault is open," Xander said, his voice a chilling harmony with the Shadow Heir. "Now, we begin the Harvest of the Soul."

She heard a few more shouts as other teammates were hit. She had no idea how Guardians were being wounded, but she wasn’t surprised at all that the Hunters who were hit were injured. In a few cases, injuries were already life threatening. Cale and Scott, who had mostly healed himself by now, were working their way through, helping the best they could. Since they’d both had an extra dosage of the Transformation serum, they were capable of throwing their blue healing light from a distance, but it was always best when they could lay their hands on the person needing help. There’d been a time when Healers would wear themselves out healing and literally fall asleep. At least she didn’t have to wo

Her eyes were milky white, but her fingers danced over a series of glowing, crystalline memory drives. "Looking for maps, Alpha?" the Hag croaked, her blind eyes snapping directly to Xander. "Or perhaps you're looking for a way to scrub your scent? The High Council just posted a Tier-1 Eradication Bounty on your head two hours ago. Three million gold pieces." Xander didn't flinch. He leaned his massive forearms against her counter, the sheer density of his aura making the protective wards around her booth flicker and hiss in warning. "I need coordinates," Xander rumbled, his voice cold and absolute. "Specifically, the origin point of High Council containment iron. The Genesis Forge."

He grumbled as I brought my hands down to see him rubbing his side. “Isn’t your job to be invisible? Part of that is not talking.” Sarael rolled her eyes. “His question was rude, mostly the tone. But just so we can be prepared for people coming after you, what was the bounty?” “I don’t know how flattered I am, but he set it at a million.” I frowned. “A million USD or EGP?” Azriel questioned, arching an eyebrow and ignoring my Aunt’s previous comment that he should be invisible. “USD. One million American dollars to the person that brings me to him, dead or alive.” I scoffed. Of course, Father would put the price in American money as it would entice more of the American hunters.

We spot a few supernaturals. A group of bounty hunters, gathered near the entrance of a bar. They’re talking in hushed voices, passing around a worn-out bounty poster—my bounty poster. Achilles nudges me. "Oh, this is too easy." I raise a brow. "What are you thinking?" A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Watch and learn, love." "Oi!" He calls out, swaggering over to the group, his Aussie accent thick. The bounty hunters turn, sizing him up.

There were only two people on that island before Bo and Tanawat came, and this man is the person who received the first bullet Zia fired. “What the fuck?” I mumbled under my breath, trapping the cig between my lips as I lifted the picture, scrutinizing it closer. I can’t be mistaken about this man. He’s a bounty hunter who once tried to chop my head off, but I gave him a gift of my own instead. I marked his face with an X about two inches long. They don’t call me X because they like me.

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.