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Upon witnessing the scene, Leonard Churchill broke into a cold smile and said, “So soone really did make a move in secret…”
He didn’t think what happened to Seven Brown was an accident.
It was the third party behind the scenes that was showing their hands.
If that’s the case…
With the battle over, Leonard no longer had a reason to hide.
He strolled out of the shadows, his appearance and clothes transford to mimic one of the unfortunate souls he dispatched quietly earlier.
The battlefield was in disarray.
The Brotherhood won, but it was a costly victory.
As they looked at the bodies strewn across the ground and the critically injured wailing in pools of blood, the gang mbers cursed profusely.
“Damn it, that Flood Gang took out over thirty of our brothers!”
Where the hell did the Flood Gang get so many heavy weapons?
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Abel also wore a grim expression on his face.
The loss due to underestimating the enemy was huge.
But it wasn’t the ti to discuss this now.
He called out to his subordinates, “Clean up the battlefield, we need to leave here first.”
The war had lasted longer than they expected, and any delay could lead to further complications.
At this point, several armored vehicles had co over.
Mixing in with the crowd, Leonard watched as a struggling Seven Brown was placed in the middle of one of the vehicles. As the door was about to close, he slipped inside.
The door was slamd shut.
The heavily modified armored vehicle rapidly sped away.
At that ti, soone noticed Leonard who had taken the wrong vehicle and asked, “Pheasant, why did you get on our vehicle?”
Leonard tried his best to look as if he was dazed from the battle, apologizing: “Oh, I got on the wrong vehicle.”
The people inside did not seem to care, “Forget it, the vehicle started anyway. It’s okay.”
The seven or eight gang mbers did not care about the extra person, their attention was directed at Seven Brown tied up with steel wire in the vehicle.
The death of many comrades had soured their mood significantly, and they were full of obscene curses.
Seven Brown was completely covered in armor, leaving no gap for them to seize.
“Once we get our hands on this bitch Seven, she will regret falling into my hands!”
I’ve wanted to take this bitch down for a while, the Flood Gang has been too arrogant lately…
But this chanical armor is really tricky. How do we take it off?
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Soone tried to disassemble the almost fully-covered chanical battle armor, but as soon as they did, sharp blades sprang out, instantly slicing off three of that person’s fingers.
The others realized Seven Brown was awake.
There was a painful scream, and blood splattered all over the vehicle.
Just as the others were about to draw their guns, Abel, who was seated at the front, opened the window and glanced back, “Don’t touch her. Seven is still useful. Once we’ve settled the matter, everyone will have their share of fun.”
“Yes, Boss.”
It was then that the others sat down again, still smoldering with rage.
The man who lost his fingers kicked hard twice in anger, but it felt like he was kicking a steel plate, causing him to wince in pain.
Leonard quietly observed from a corner.
Among them, there were two First Tier captains and the remaining five were card master apprentices. They could be easily executed.
The only threat was Abel, who sat in the front. He was also Leonard’s target on this trip.
But given the current situation, it’s nearly impossible to capture Abel alive in a short ti.
Especially with the involvent of the “third party”.
If a fight broke out, it could easily complicate things.
Leonard did not think it was a good idea to make a move now.
But he had to do sothing.
Looking again at Seven Brown, motionless, Leonard’s eyes deepened.
He looked at the road ahead.
He did not imdiately make a move, wanting to get further away.
Thinking that the “third party” might leave after confirming that the Brotherhood managed to take away Seven Brown, then there would be a real chance for a rescue.
The armored vehicle sped toward the outskirts of the city.
In no ti, they had traveled several kiloters.
Leonard recognized this area, the ruined bridge in Eastern District 4. He had been there when he was a Corpse Collector.
Only a few vagrants lived there, but there were nurous ruined buildings and the terrain was very complicated.
They were getting close to the city limits.
“This should be about right.”
Just as Leonard made up his mind…
Suddenly!
He sprung into action!
Before the n in the vehicle had ti to react, Leonard’s weapon flashed coldly in his hand.
He struck swiftly and without hesitation, plunging his blade into the eye of one of the First Tier Squad Captains, blood spurting out imdiately.
At the sa ti, he spun around and delivered a heavy kick to the throat of the other Captain, causing a sharp cracking sound.
As it was a sneak attack, the huge force of the blows left both n with no chance to react and they died on the spot.
The remaining four n were in complete shock. They hadn’t registered that an enemy had infiltrated their ranks and they shouted, “Pheasant, what the hell are you doing?”
Leonard wasted no ti in giving them an opportunity to stop him. He was prepared to use the deadly Wolf Fang Wind Fist, his fists moving like a gust of wind.
The gang mbers’ individual combat power was far behind that of the Fierce Beast Legion. Other than so simple equipnt, they had no protection.
After taking out the two First Tier Squad Captains, the remaining n barely had ti to draw their guns before they were also killed.
From the ti that Leonard sprang into action to the ti it ended, it all happened within the span of two to three seconds.
At this point, Abel who was in the front, sensed the sudden surge of murderous intent and turned back just in ti to see “Pheasant” kill the last two henchn.
His expression changed drastically as he realized an enemy had infiltrated the vehicle.. He cursed, “Damn it!”
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