The explosion’s heat wave and smoke masked the trio’s movents, just when everyone thought the issue was resolved.
A car suddenly burst out of the smoke at an exaggerated angle, turning sharply, then nearly completed a 180-degree turn on the spot due to the collision from another car that burst out from behind!
Lille roared, "Get in the car! Keep shooting!"
The massive explosion obscured the path of Lille and his two companions, and if this car was ant for their escape, their hopes of escape were now shattered.
But the escape vehicle Lille had prepared was a car that had not yet entered the clinic—
The Ripper Clinic faced the river, and in reality, there were no roads at all, and the space in front of the clinic resembled a bottle more than anything.
The incoming pathway was just enough for a car to pass through, and while the area beyond it was relatively open, it was now filled with cars summoned by Lille!
Upon seeing the surgical records, Lille had initiated calculations with Marvel World’s AI; now, only one exit remained!
anwhile, other intruding cars had pushed the Six Street Gang to one side, even knocking several unfortunate souls down!
Their bullets were ineffective, and if they used explosive weapons recklessly, the cars would blow up, and they couldn’t escape!
They could only hope that Jas would stop these three guys!
Even though they were possibly less than a ter from the car!
But... in front of Si Anweisitan, in front of Jas Norris, a distance of less than a ter seed so long.
Lille focused solely on pulling the trigger, his left eye now linked to the street caras for targeting, each of Jas’s steps precisely calculated.
Si Anweisitan was fast, but this was predictive shooting—unfortunately, the smart bullets were precise, but not lethal enough.
V, who had the clearest view, saw each of Lille’s smart bullets hit Jas, but they did not stop the monster’s march.
The world had slowed down for V—Jas’s shots had cracked the subdermal armor, lodged between the armor and flesh.
Krensky had reached its maximum power.
But Jas’s movents were still fast, fast enough that V’s mind went blank; she gritted her teeth and instinctively swung out her left Mantis Blade.
The sa confrontation did not occur again, Jas sidestepped in mid-air, his left knee suddenly ejecting a Mantis Blade identical to hers—
Thud!
The Mantis Blade pierced V’s abdon, it was clear he intended to slice V open in one go, but he miscalculated.
V adjusted her left arm Mantis Blade, stopping the slicing motion, and her right hand wasn’t idle either, shooting out and blowing up Jas’s left eye.
This shot disrupted Si Anweisitan’s operation, Jas retracted his knee Mantis Blade, and was about to deal V a final blow with the Mantis Blade in his hand—
The very fast big man—Jack suddenly erged, holding Sadara in his left hand, and pushed V hard with his right hand!
Bang!
Jas, caught off guard by this move, got a direct hit from Sadara, its trendous kinetic energy smashing a large area of his exposed skin armor!
But it only shattered a large piece of armor!
Lille clenched his teeth—they still needed one effective strike to create conditions for escape—
All the while, that guy was taking bullets from Yinglong.
Jas didn’t realize that his skin was accumulating electrical charges!
As a prototype weapon, each hit from Yinglong’s bullets would accumulate static electricity on the conductive surface, and if enough bullets hit in a short ti, there was a chance to trigger a small-scale EMP!
Finally, at that mont, quantitative change triggered qualitative change, Yinglong’s bullets hit Jas’s damaged chest, releasing the accumulated electrical current in dozens of prototype bullets, triggering a small-scale EMP pulse!
Thud!
The electric burst left Jas stunned in place, the surrounding lights dimd down, left only with the dim glow of the sunset.
G240 powered up and burst out of the only passage—
Bang!
As the trio sped away, a Mackinaw Pika truck blocked the road, nearly smashing the pursuing Six Street Gang soldiers into minceat.
For a battle of this level, Nolan had no place to intervene, but at this mont, he knew what had happened—
Those three bastards had escaped!
"Damn it! Patrol! Valentino’s bastards are here! A gray G240, block them!
Fuck, fuck, fuck! And that traitor! Go find him...uh..?"
Nolan’s voice faltered—
Jas stood before him, his modified iron jaw moved faintly—but made no sound.
Instead, he sent a direct ssage to him.
"Prosthetics, implant. Contract, demand, better, implants—"
"Combat."
An old soldier from the Six Street Gang approached, scolding fiercely:
"What the hell do you an, you gave him..."
Thud!
Jas waved his hand, slicing the Six Street Gang old soldier into two halves.
Nolan swallowed.
Because of the days he had spent with Jas, he felt that Jas was on the verge of a cyber-psychotic breakdown.
It seed this battle had pushed him one step closer to the outbreak.
"Uh, definitely, we ca for prosthetic implants, didn’t you forget? Doctor, doctor?!"
Put the damn anesthesia on this cyber maniac!!!
"Doctor??"
Nolan’s voice had broken.
...
"My hand... V... I..."
"Jack, hold on! We’re almost at the clinic! Rember your boxing gorilla arm? We’re going to attach it to you now!
Lille, can’t you drive the damn car any faster!"
Jack’s entire arm had been chopped off—considering the other guy was a cyber monster, this result was already pretty good.
But the cut surface was causing major arterial bleeding, and Jack was going to die in just three minutes!
While driving, Lille pulled out the ready blood coagulant from his bag and threw it to V.
"Blood coagulant, hang his arm up, bandage it first!"
"I don’t know how!"
"Crap... Then you shoot backwards, and I’ll do the bandaging!"
Lille glanced at the box on the passenger seat. Luckily, it had a wrench inside, which could be used to keep the throttle down.
Remotely controlled vehicles had speed limitations, but flooring the gas pedal was definitely the car’s fastest speed.
V yelled in horror, "Are you out of your mind?!"
"No cars in front—just behind us, hurry up and get rid of them!"
That’s how Lille, twisting his body back from the driver’s seat, took out a roll of bandage from his tactical backpack and did a quick fix.
The waterfall-like bleeding quickly turned into a trickle.
The blood coagulant worked well, and in 5 seconds, this flow of blood would stop and turn into a seeping type of bleeding—a dical miracle.
But the blood that flowed out was not coming back—this was still a major bleed, but it just bought them so ti.
"Father? There’s a big tip-off, but you need to help us deal with the Six Street Gang first! Preaching Seaside Bridge, the Six Street Gang has gone crazy, are your people over here?!"
"Lille..." Jack looked at Lille weakly, "I... feel so cold..."
"Cold is good, the rich are always like that, ever heard of ’It’s lonely at the top’?"
"You really know how to joke..."
"You’re not going to die, Jack, stay awake, stay awake, think about Mrs. Wales, you’re the last man of the Wales Family.
Think about Misty, think about your boxing gorilla arm, think about us about to press down the Six Street Gang’s heads and make them admit defeat—"
The light in Jack’s eyes was fading fast.
Lille gritted his teeth and pulled out another pneumatic injector from his bag.
He made sure Jack definitely wouldn’t bleed out in the next few minutes, provided he stayed conscious.
During major bleeding, staying ntally alert helped the brain regulate organs to provide energy to the brain, but falling asleep or falling unconscious would quickly worsen the situation.
If the brain got damaged, that ant death; but if the brain was okay, even amputating both arms could be survivable.
The injector contained a neuroactive agent to increase nerve sensitivity, used by hackers to enhance brain activity.
This stuff would definitely keep Jack awake—although it would also double his pain.
"Damn it, Jack, don’t bla , I don’t want to be slapping you—"
Hisss!
The agent was injected in an instant, Jack’s eyes regained clarity as he hoarsely shouted, "Fuck XX Lille!"
"That’s more like it!" Lille laughed loudly, slapping Jack’s shoulder, "You asked for this! Stay awake—look, your Valentino brothers are here!"
As they were about to enter Preaching Seaside Bridge, Lille saw on the opposite side of the bridge that Valentino’s n were fully ard and ready for combat.
"This is Gustavo Orta, are you... dumbasses from Burger King?"
Lille was taken aback by the communication, yelling, "We’re the daddy of the Six Street Gang! Move aside! We’ve got a critically injured man here!"
V was fully focused on shooting when suddenly a dense barrage of gunfire erupted from behind her, bullets directly blasted the leading gang car of the Six Street Gang!
The shitty G240 car streaked like lightning through Valentino’s defensive line, heading at high speed toward old V’s clinic.
...
Super Skyscraper H4, located next to Preaching Seaside Bridge, the Martinez mother and son who had just returned ho were witnesses to the whole process—
If they had left the clinic two minutes later, they would probably have died in this large-scale brawl.
Seventeen-year-old David rembered vividly those three speeding figures—
Behind a battered G240, followed by dozens of Six Street Gang mbers, they passed through the hail of bullets, unscathed.
It was only after the battlefield moved that they poked their heads out of the car.
"Damn... that was aweso."
Smack.
Gloria knocked David on the head.
"Mom..."
"Stop learning all these things."
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