Chapter 62: Genocide Trio 2.0

The city was alive with the hum of everyday life. People strolled down sidewalks, chatting casually, some heading to cafes, others rushing to appointments or meeting friends. It was a peaceful day, the kind where nothing extraordinary seemed to stir beneath the surface. Yet, the calm was fragile, like the quiet before the storm. And the storm was coming.

On the outskirts of the city, hidden in the shadows of abandoned buildings and dark alleys, Anna, Jason, and Goji waited. They stood as statues, their eyes cold and focused, waiting for the moment to strike. They were no longer the same people who had once walked these streets with naïve hopes, with a sense of innocence and fear. The transformation had stripped them of those emotions, replacing them with something darker. They were now the Genocide Trio 2.0, engineered into perfect weapons of destruction by Dr. Machinist.

Their bodies were no longer human—they were something far worse. Cold, precise, and deadly.

Anna’s arms, once delicate and human, now housed retractable blades that could extend at lightning speed. Her agility and combat skills had been enhanced to the point where she could slice through anything in her path without breaking a sweat. Her mind, too, had been reshaped. Loyalty to Dr. Machinist ran deep, carved into the very core of her being, made stronger with each life she extinguished. Her heart no longer beat with empathy; it was powered by cold, unfeeling precision.

Jason—Doku, as he was now known—was the poison master. His cybernetic enhancements gave him the ability to produce and launch toxins at will. His forearms, capable of extending sharp blades, allowed him to cleave through steel with ease. He had become a monster, one who reveled in his power and the terror he brought. His laugh, a cruel, mirthless sound, echoed in the silence before the chaos, as if he knew what was coming.

Goji stood between them, silent as always. The transformation had taken him to new extremes, his body reinforced with powerful cybernetic enhancements. Superhuman strength flowed through him. He could break walls with his bare fists, crush enemies beneath the weight of his body, and tear apart entire structures with ease. His eyes, once filled with hope and dreams, were now cold and calculating—a machine’s eyes. He was the unstoppable force that broke everything in its path.

"Ready?" Anna’s voice broke the silence. It was mechanical now, devoid of the warmth it once had, but the remnants of her old self still echoed in the tone. She didn’t need to say more. They all knew what came next.

Jason smirked, the poison glands within him thrumming with anticipation. "Always."

Goji, as ever, gave a single, emotionless nod. He had no need for words. His actions would speak for him.

Without another word, the signal was given, and the chaos began.

The streets of the city became a slaughterhouse. Anna moved first—silent, swift. Her blades whipped through the air with precision, severing limbs, cutting through bodies with ease. She didn’t care about the people, didn’t care who they were or where they had been. They were just targets. Her targets. Her footsteps left pools of blood behind her, the city’s once peaceful atmosphere replaced by the horrific screams of her victims.

Jason followed suit, his poison leaking into the air in toxic clouds. His body, a terrifying weapon, released noxious fumes that swirled through the streets like an invisible plague. People collapsed in agony, their lungs burning as they breathed in the deadly toxins. Jason’s eyes danced with madness as he watched them choke on the very air they once took for granted. His poison was a quick death for some, a slow suffocation for others—both equally terrifying.

Goji was the embodiment of destruction. His strength was unmatched. He punched through concrete, threw cars like toys, and demolished buildings with ease. His movements were calculated but relentless, each strike leaving a wake of destruction. The sounds of crushing metal and breaking bones filled the air as Goji laid waste to everything around him. Those who had tried to run were either caught in his path or cornered by Anna’s blade, their fates sealed.

Within minutes, the streets were a battlefield. Buildings burned, people ran, and the ground was slick with blood. The trio moved through the city like a storm, unstoppable and relentless. The sound of their violence was deafening, and it echoed far beyond the city limits.

When the dust finally began to settle, the body count was horrifying. Over 1,500 lives had been snuffed out in a matter of hours. Their blood stained the streets, their screams still haunting the air. And yet, the trio wasn’t finished. They had been given a task, and they would carry it out without question. Dr. Machinist had given them orders: take captives.

As the city burned, Anna, Jason, and Goji hunted down survivors. People who had tried to escape, people who had hidden in fear—they were dragged from their hiding places and forced into the backs of blackened vehicles. Over 200 civilians were taken, their fates now in the hands of Dr. Machinist. Some would be used for experiments, others might be reprogrammed to join the ranks of his cyborg army, but the one certainty was that their lives as they had known them were over. They were now pawns in a game much bigger than they could imagine.

The trio left the city in ruins, their work complete. The streets, once bustling with life, were silent now, save for the crackling fires and the distant wails of those who had witnessed the carnage. The ground was littered with bodies, each one a testament to their cold, efficient destruction.

The Genocide Trio 2.0 had sent a message to the world—a warning. Dr. Machinist’s grip on the world was tightening, and those who resisted would face this same fate. They were no longer human, and the world was beginning to see what they had become.

As they disappeared into the shadows, their task completed, the city would never be the same. The memories of what they had done would live on, etched into the minds of the survivors and whispered in the darkest corners of the world. The Genocide Trio 2.0 had come, and they were only just getting started.

The quiet streets, once full of life, were now haunted by the remnants of the Genocide Trio 2.0’s path. The echoes of their destruction still lingered in the air like a ghost, a reminder that no one, not even the safest city, was beyond reach. Yet the world had only begun to see the true scale of the terror that Dr. Machinist had unleashed.

As Anna, Jason, and Goji made their way through the city’s outskirts, their mission was far from over. Despite the carnage they had caused, their presence was not just to devastate; it was to strike fear into the hearts of those who would dare resist Dr. Machinist. Every life taken, every building razed, was a calculated message—a declaration of power. And their loyalty to Dr. Machinist was unyielding, as unshakeable as the enhancements that now made them unstoppable.

Anna’s eyes scanned the streets, her enhanced vision cutting through the chaos as though she were in a dream. Her mechanical arms twitched with anticipation as she remembered her training: to be swift, efficient, and merciless. As her blades retracted, ready to strike again, she allowed herself a brief moment of satisfaction. The blood that stained her hands, now a permanent part of her being, felt no different from the blood that had once flowed through her veins. She was, in every sense, a weapon of war.

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Jason’s laugh broke the silence again, unsettling in its madness. He had enjoyed the slaughter far too much. His body, with its poison glands now a permanent part of him, thrummed with energy. He could feel the toxins pulsing beneath his skin, ready to be released at any moment. As they moved deeper into the city, he released another cloud of poison into the air. His victims fell one by one, their bodies twisting in agony as they choked and suffocated on the very air they breathed. Each victim was just another game to him, a challenge he relished.

Goji, ever the silent force, was a hulking presence. His cybernetic enhancements were the ultimate expression of brute power. Every step he took seemed to shake the very foundations of the city. He tore through concrete walls, crushed vehicles, and flattened buildings with a single punch. As he ripped apart structures with his bare hands, he felt no emotion, no joy or sadness—just a relentless drive to destroy. His actions were mechanical, a product of the same system that had reprogrammed Anna and Jason. In the end, Goji didn’t need words. His destruction was all the message the world needed to hear.

By the time they had ravaged the city’s heart, the destruction was complete. It wasn’t just about the bodies—they were a means to an end. Over 1,500 lives had been extinguished, each one leaving behind the echoes of their final moments. The city’s skyline, once proud and shining, was now a smoldering ruin. There were no longer any innocent bystanders—only witnesses to their nightmare.

But for the Genocide Trio 2.0, it wasn’t enough. Dr. Machinist’s orders were clear: they needed to take captives, to send a message that was far darker than mere death. As the streets emptied, their targets shifted to the survivors—those who had hidden, those who had tried to escape. The Genocide Trio moved with ruthless precision, capturing anyone who could be of use to Dr. Machinist. Families were ripped apart, screams echoing as the trio’s terrifying presence consumed them.

Over 200 people were taken—women, children, the elderly—each one forced into the backs of blackened vehicles, their fates uncertain. Some would be used for experiments, twisted into cyborgs like Anna, Jason, and Goji. Others would become unwilling soldiers in Dr. Machinist’s growing army. The survivors of the massacre would serve as a reminder that there was no escape, no mercy in the world that Dr. Machinist was creating.

As they departed, their task complete, the streets were left eerily quiet. The once-bustling city was now a graveyard, its residents silenced by the terrifying efficiency of the Genocide Trio 2.0. The trio disappeared into the shadows, leaving the destruction in their wake. They didn’t look back, didn’t care for the ruined city they had left behind. Their mission had been executed flawlessly, and Dr. Machinist’s grip on the world was tightening.

But as the city mourned, as the survivors tried to rebuild from the ashes of what had once been a thriving place, the truth settled in: the Genocide Trio 2.0 was just the beginning. This was no random act of violence. This was a statement. And the statement was clear. Those who thought they were safe would soon learn that Dr. Machinist’s vision was only beginning to unfold.

The world would tremble as the Genocide Trio 2.0 continued their march forward, leaving devastation in their wake. There was no place safe anymore. There was no escape from the terror that Dr. Machinist had unleashed. The reign of the Genocide Trio had begun—and it would only grow darker.

The air, thick with smoke and the pungent scent of burning flesh, hung heavy over the city like a shroud. The once-bustling streets, teeming with life, were now silent, save for the occasional crackle of distant flames or the haunting wail of sirens that could not reach those who had already fallen. The Genocide Trio 2.0 had left their mark, not just on the city, but on the very fabric of reality. No one would forget what had happened here. The destruction wasn’t just physical—it was psychological, a wound that would take years to heal, if it ever could.

As they moved deeper into the city, Anna, Jason, and Goji were untouched by the scenes unfolding around them. They walked through the carnage like specters—unfeeling, unmoved. The devastation was their handiwork, but there was no pride in it. There was no joy, either. The trio had been stripped of such human emotions long ago, replaced by a singular purpose: to serve Dr. Machinist and his cold, mechanical vision. They were no longer individuals—they were extensions of his will, programmed to destroy, to subjugate, and to strike terror into the hearts of those who might dare defy him.

Anna’s enhanced eyes took in the smoldering ruins before her, calculating, observing. The blood that now stained her hands was a permanent part of her—like a brand that could never be washed away. She didn’t flinch as she passed a body, nor did she spare a second thought for the lives she had taken. There was only the mission. That was all that mattered now.

Her mechanical arms flexed as though eager to strike again, but she knew better. There was no more need for violence here—not for the moment. The survivors would have to be gathered first, corralled like cattle for slaughter, and taken to wherever Dr. Machinist deemed them useful. It was the next step in the plan—the next phase of the larger machine that was slowly but surely taking over the world. And they were the ones who would see it through, no matter the cost.

Jason’s laughter came again, though now it was quieter, more sinister. It bubbled up from the deepest parts of him, the parts where the poison had seeped in and taken root. His body felt alive, alive with the toxic venom that ran through his veins, the poison that had become his essence. He could taste it on his tongue, could feel it crawling under his skin like an insidious presence. Each breath he took, each movement he made, carried the promise of death. He relished it, and the thought of the terror he had sown thrilled him to no end.

His eyes glinted as he turned to Anna. "How many more, do you think?" His voice was a low murmur, almost as though he were speaking to himself, lost in the madness that consumed him. "It never ends, does it? There’s always more."

Anna didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. She understood his thoughts, his hunger for destruction. Goji, towering over them both, remained silent as ever, his expression as blank as the walls of the buildings he had reduced to rubble. His strength was his only answer, and his answer had been clear: nothing would stand in their way.

The streets continued to echo with the cries of the survivors, their voices a dissonant symphony that could never be silenced. But for the Genocide Trio 2.0, there was no redemption. There was no end to the cycle of violence they had been caught in. Dr. Machinist’s vision was their reality now, and they would carry it out until the world was nothing more than a reflection of the nightmare they had created.

As they moved through the city, the remnants of life scattered before them like dust in the wind, Anna caught sight of a child hiding in an alley. The sight of the small, trembling figure was a stark reminder of what they had become—of the innocence they had once known, now lost forever. The child’s wide eyes met hers for a split second before they turned and ran, terrified.

For a moment, something stirred within Anna—a flicker of humanity buried deep within her. It was fleeting, a whisper against the roaring tide of her mission, but it was there. She almost reached out to the child, almost hesitated.

But then Jason’s laugh broke the silence again, sharper this time, as though he could sense her moment of weakness. His voice was filled with dark amusement. "Don’t think, Anna. We don’t have the luxury of doubt anymore."

Anna’s hand curled into a fist, and the moment passed. Without a word, she turned and continued on her path. There was no turning back now.

Goji’s presence was a wall of power as he moved beside them. His physical strength was unmatched, but it was his unwavering focus that made him a true terror. He never questioned orders, never hesitated. He simply acted. There was no room for mercy in his world—only destruction. He was the hammer that fell hardest and fast, and nothing would stop him from carrying out his task.

The trio gathered the last of their captives, herding them into the blackened vehicles with the same efficiency they had used to kill. The survivors were herded like cattle, their fates sealed. Their cries fell on deaf ears. There was no hope left for them. They would never see their homes again. The world they had known was gone, and a new, terrifying reality awaited them—one crafted by Dr. Machinist.

As the last vehicle disappeared into the darkness, the trio melted into the shadows themselves, leaving behind a city that would never be the same. The once vibrant streets, now filled with the ghosts of the fallen, would be a permanent testament to their power. But even as they disappeared, they knew that their mission was far from complete.

Dr. Machinist’s vision was just beginning to take shape. The Genocide Trio 2.0 was only the first wave. The world would be forced to bend under the weight of his control. And those who thought themselves safe, those who believed they could resist—would soon learn that there was no place left to hide. No one was beyond reach.

The reign of the Genocide Trio 2.0 had begun. And there would be no stopping it.