Chapter 12 Togar City Part 3 Wrong Judgment

Not wanting to succumb to the rising fear, their next actions were filled with insanity as they both took every tool the table had on it in quick succession, one after the other.

Alas, the shock of the unbelievable happening before them was piling up with every tool they tried on the prisoner, in a desperate attempt to finally succeed in producing damage to him, any sort of damage.

When they tried all the tools in their possession, nothing seemed to work, with some of them even bent out of shape when they came in contact with the prisoner. The prisoner's skin was harder than any material they had on hand or knew about, be it sharpened or reinforced. Nothing could damage it. The only thing they managed to accomplish was to make themselves more afraid.

No matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't figure out why this was happening.

They were already unable to comprehend the reality before them, which could only exist in the myths of their race or simply in their dreams, where anything was possible. But they weren't sleeping, this was real, and it was occurring when they were awake.

In their stupor, they blankly looked, as their prisoner stood up from the seat and with no effort showing on his face, took out his restraints like he was taking out loose bracelets, throwing what was left of them on the ground like trash.

That lackadaisical display of strength was finally too much to handle. Their already trembling legs lost all power, and they fell on their knees, looking at the freed prisoner.

That kind of strength was inhuman and nobody of their race had such power.

'If he isn't one of us Redrickons, then what is he?!' The fact of the prisoner not being one of them struck them like lightning while his unknown origins cast a shadow over them.

Then almost immediately came the realization that they imprisoned and attacked an unknown lifeform who had the raw strength to crush them with a touch. They were terrified to their bones with their bodies trembling, as they were afraid of what consequences their actions might have brought upon them.

They couldn't move. Both out of fear and because they instinctively knew that trying to run away wouldn't help them in front of the "prisoner's" power. They watched as he began moving towards them with the terror spiking when he was almost upon them.

But the dreaded and expected retaliation never occurred. The "prisoner" simply passed them and moved in front of the metal door. He then moved his hand to open it, but it was locked.

'It's locked!' Remembering his orders for his subordinates to lock the door from the outside so they could focus on the interrogation, almost made him smack his head on the ground.

When he saw the "prisoner" turn his head back to them, he lamented of being so stupid. If it was unlocked, this unknown lifeform in front of him would have already left. Instead, now, he might change his mind and crush them into dust.

He was cursing at himself when he heard the "prisoner" produce some kind of words, but in an obscure language he couldn't understand. Not knowing what to say and if the "prisoner" could even understand his language, he stayed speechless with his mouth open.

The "prisoner" waited for him a few moments to speak, which felt forever to the director and then turned back around, diverting his attention back to the metal door.

The director felt a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders when he escaped from the "prisoner's" eerie gaze.

This turn of events was a roller coaster of shock and fear for them, with the director thinking that if he survived this surreal ordeal, he would need an extended leave to dispel all the stress he accumulated.

But the shock generated from the "prisoner's" actions was far from over. The "prisoner" went on to incredibly dig his fingers into the wall and grab the frames of the door. By exerting minimum effort, if none at all, he ripped the reinforced door out from its base and wall, lifting it up like it weighted nothing and placed it on the side like it was just a simple action of him.

They were stupefied, no longer capable of registering anything with their short-circuited brains. Their eyes blankly reflected the back of the "prisoner" as he walked out of the room.

Only much later could the director form thoughts again; his first ones be curses against the south gate's commander who thought the "prisoner" was a simple skilled spy.

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The "prisoner" was out of the interrogation room, walking in the underground complex as if he was taking a stroll. His actions were recorded in the surveillance systems, at once activating the silent alarm for every personnel in the vicinity.

Unaware of the "prisoner's" inhuman strength, the intelligence department's soldiers were coordinated to form blockages in every intersection along the path towards the exit. They were fully equipped with standard armor and laser rifles, ready to intercept the escapee and if necessary, stop him from escaping at all costs.

The first group of soldiers, who encountered the "prisoner", threatened him to shoot if he did not surrender willingly. With the tension of the scene already as high as it could get, the escapee moved forward.

At once, fingers pressed on the triggers and the laser rifles fired. Hard light laser beams filled the corridor, hitting the target and everything else near him. The surrounding created sparks were blinding, and smoke was produced later obscuring their view. They didn't stop firing until moments later, when they were sure nothing could have survived the light beams' onslaught.

Alas, when the smoke finally cleared seconds later, they were shocked to witness the escapee continue walking towards them, unharmed and unflinching. They clearly saw the laser beams hitting his body, but his skin was fine with not even a burned spot to be seen.

With their trusting weapons failing to produce damage at this moment, the soldiers couldn't react on time as the escapee walked through their gaps and left them behind.

The people at the surveillance center saw the exchange too and they were also shocked. But being far away from the scene, they couldn't see the details which transpired, such as when the laser beams made contact with the escapee's body. They continued relaying information and coordinating the other groups to open fire the moment they laid eyes upon the escapee.

What followed was a surreal sequence of repeated events which had the escapee encounter a group of soldiers, the soldiers firing at him, and later him walking unharmed past them.

So many laser beams hit the escapee, but he was without any injuries to slow him down.

The people at the surveillance center, both the simple officers and their superiors could only acknowledge the unbelievable fact that they couldn't harm the escapee, no matter what they threw at him.

The only thing they could do, as they watched the escapee nearing the exit, was to pass their video feeds with the related information to the army above for them to take the appropriate actions.

Although as far-fetched as it sounded, the attached video feeds in the relayed message proofed of its validity. It was clear to see that nothing could stop this escapee, no matter how unthinkable the fact was. They could only take the necessary measures to reduce the possibility of material damage and prevent unnecessary loss of lives.

The army high-ranked officers immediately gave their orders and every soldier stationed in the escapee's way was ordered to retreat. They could only watch helplessly as the escapee reached the empty south gate and after a brief respite, reaching his hands out to effortlessly pry the sturdy gate open as he was opening a tavern's doors.

They stared, full of dread and relief, as the humanoid catastrophe was leaving their city.

Later, well after the repair of the various damages, when the whole sequence of the events - starting with the capture of the mysterious lifeform at the gate - came into everyone's knowledge, they could only be grateful he left without annihilating their city, while at the same time cursing nonstop at the south gate's commander for almost causing their end.