Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Monster Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Monster The mont Black Snake was attacked, the news had already been channeled to the hands of today’s concerned party.
In a café that seed inconspicuous at first glance, by the window, a young man and woman were sitting together, appearing utterly ordinary as though there only to kill the dullness of the afternoon.
If there was anything worth noting, it was that among them the male was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, while the young woman opposite him exuded an enchanting air.
“Miss dusa, I’m afraid we’ll have to part ways for now.”
The blonde foreigner flashed a suave smile before placing a small box on the table and gently pushing it forward—as if close friends were exchanging keepsakes upon parting.
“This is just a small part of that object. I believe this should prove our sincerity. As for the remaining part, I think it’s more appropriate to reveal it when you’ve presented sothing of equal value in exchange.”
“I didn’t expect their reaction to be so swift this ti… Not to ntion swiftly taking out three people, even though they were just peripheral mbers, they were also powerful Superpower Users… Looks like we’ll need to review our intelligence channels,” dusa pursed her lips, then accepted the small box, “Moreover, Mr. Vincent, don’t you think it’s careless to keep such an important thing in this tiny box? This could be considered disrespectful to God.”
“God doesn’t care about such details,” the blonde man said with a smirk, then stood up, “I’m afraid they’ve already started closing in on us. I hope for a more pleasant atmosphere in our next collaboration.”
“Of course… Oh, and one more thing I must remind you of—the best way to get away is to escape in a straight line as quickly as possible because there’s an eye that can easily see through your illusions…”
After Vincent had left the café, dusa stood up and carefully opened the delicate little box in her hands.
A seemingly inconspicuous triangular tal piece with two small grooves, which indicated it could be combined with sothing else, was brought closer to a ring on dusa’s left hand. Instantly, it began to emit a faint blue glow.
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In an unmanned parking garage near the comrcial street exit, a European man with blonde hair frantically tried to start his car, murmuring under his breath, “Is this the ‘eye’ that woman ntioned? This doesn’t feel good…”
It was Vincent, after separating from dusa.
Ever since he left the café, a sensation of being watched had suddenly appeared, and no matter how he altered his route, perford misleading actions, or even changed clothes and his appearance, the sensation persisted, just as if implanted into his soul, exactly like “the eye that can easily see through one’s illusion.”
“That woman must have a way to block this surveillance,” Vincent managed to start the car after so struggle and slamd his hand on the steering wheel, “Damn, she must’ve foreseen this.”
Without doubt, when he was with dusa, he hadn’t felt this sensation, but as soon as he left the café, that eye was imdiately upon him. Vincent couldn’t think of any other explanation except “dusa has a way to block the eye’s surveillance.”
What he didn’t know was that dusa didn’t intentionally set him up; the Interferer’s effect was simply limited. In fact, only minutes after they separated, dusa herself had also been exposed…
However, even under exposure, Vincent was in a worse situation. After all, this was dusa’s turf, and even if she were targeted, she still had ample opportunity to escape, while he…
“Damn! Will you just start!”
Vincent slapped the steering wheel again, and after a few minutes of the engine whirring, it finally stopped…
You see, not only post-90s are known to be rebellious, right?
Vincent was stunned when the car suddenly died and eventually erupted, brutally battering the already battered steering wheel—until with a snap, the whole steering wheel ca off in his hands.
Then, the engine finally started…
The well-mannered European hunk from just a while ago was now close to tears…
“This isn’t fair…” Vincent, eyes brimming with tears, tossed the steering wheel aside and flipped off the sky, “God, I damn your lungs!”
As this international friend with a fine grasp of Chinese swearing was about to lose his mind, a strange and rhythmic noise began to echo through the empty underground garage.
Click-clack… Click-clack… Click-clack…
It was the thodical sound of tal scraping, like footsteps, getting closer and closer.
A sudden, deadly threat gripped Vincent’s nearly stalled heart tightly as the voice abruptly ceased, and in his illusion, it was as if a cold long knife had already sliced through his body.
Vincent quickly opened the car door beside him and, with astonishing agility, leapt out.
“Buzz—”
A sharp tallic tremor sliced through his eardrums, causing all his body hair to stand on end in an instant, and then Vincent saw half a car body streaking past him, while a sharp wind whooshed behind his head.
…So neat…
This was the first phrase that popped into his sowhat crashed brain.
“The mission begins!”
A chanical, icy female voice sounded from behind, followed by a second attack, but Vincent, already prepared, successfully dodged once more. He leapt, covering nearly twenty ters in a single bound, and upon landing, a half-ter-long short knife had already appeared in his hand.
Having to carry such a thing was really a hassle for him… Didn’t it chafe like crazy?
“…Oh… My God… What is that…”
When Vincent finally had a chance to see who or what was attacking him, he couldn’t help but let out such an exclamation.
A… monster?
A combination of a woman and a scorpion into a chanical beast—that was the phrase that flashed through Vincent’s mind instantly.
As a mber of the “Tower of Babel” organization, Vincent thought he had faced every kind of bizarre battlefield and the vast majority of strange enemies, but at this mont, the chanical Scorpion Woman appearing in front of him—well, that’s a complicated description—made him montarily lose his focus.
And the chanical Scorpion took advantage of this brief lapse in concentration. In less than a microsecond, the chanical Scorpion, which was dozens of ters away monts before, was already in front of him. Shrouded by a towering figure over two ters tall, two excessively long machetes ca slashing down with ferocious force.
“Boom!”
A huge explosion instantly triggered the car alarms throughout the entire parking lot, and those long knives, always wrapped in a strange glow, were actually charged with shocking electric energy. Vincent, who dodged extrely narrowly, was thankful that he hadn’t attempted to block; otherwise, even if he had managed to fend off those deadly weapons, whether he could have survived the impact of the electromagnetic explosion would still be an unknown.
The huge Scorpion Woman missed her strike and slowly retracted her long knives, then turned her head toward him.
If it were another context or situation, perhaps an always self-proclaid gentlemanly old charr might be interested in praising the savage beauty’s exquisite face, but at this mont, Vincent felt nothing but a bone-chilling coldness.
Those definitely weren’t the eyes of a living creature—there was absolutely no emotion in those eyes that could possibly be found in human eyes; no compassion, no hesitation, not even murderous intent or hostility. They were rely a tool to accomplish the “seeing” function, and from those eyes alone, Vincent concluded that communication with this being was not possible.
There was no way to communicate… That wasn’t a human, not even any kind of living creature. She was devoid of emotions, lacked logic and reason, and was simply a weapon built for slaughter and destruction, a steel plate executing orders, a mass of tal ready to kill him and nothing more.
Many thoughts flashed through Vincent’s mind, but his body’s movent didn’t cease for a second. The enemy’s speed was far beyond common sense, and even with his superpower active, he could barely manage a desperate escape. Against such an enemy, running away might not be effective, but staying put was definitely a death sentence.
Seizing an opportunity, Vincent burst forth with power and ran to the side. Without any process of acceleration, he beca a blur, dashing nearly a hundred ters, and with movents that defied physics, he sharply turned several right angles while sprinting through a large parking area—this was sufficient proof that he was no ordinary human.
But none of that speed or the obstacles he had hoped would slow her down mattered; the gigantic chanical Scorpion appeared before him in an instant.
“Ah!”
To suddenly co face-to-face with such a bizarre and terrifying foe, even a battle-hardened “Tower of Babel” Special Envoy couldn’t suppress his own exclamation. He stopped in a completely impossible manner and then jumped back a distance of more than ten ters.
“Sound Speed” Vincent, with his ultimate agility and speed, could now only use them to flee for his life.
“Squeak… screech… squeak… screech…”
The chaotic sound of objects breaking followed in succession; behind Vincent, the path where the scorpion had charged through saw dozens of cars and two pillars, over a ter thick, beginning to fall apart as if they had just been released from a “pause” button.
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