Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Battle
Editor: Noodletown Translations
The fat guy in the back seat was constantly fidgeting, having thrown his Sky Communication to the side, showing no interest in watching it.
After Mu Fan got into the floating car, he became like a vigilant leopard, sitting yet fully alert. Especially after leaving the city gates, as he watched the military personnel fade from view, Mu Fan spoke calmly, âItâs coming.â
The fat guy straightened up with a jolt, confirming that his equipment was securely worn. Uncle Wu controlled the floating car along the original route, maintaining the usual speed, flawlessly!
After passing the fork in the road, the only vehicle on the road was the one Mu Fan was riding in.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis emerged in his heart, and Mu Fan shouted lowly, âBe careful!â
In the jungle, a short person focused his optical binoculars on the black floating car, mentally counting down, as if in sync with Mu Fan, 3, 2, 1, 0! Mu Fan simultaneously shouted âBe careful!â inside the car.
âBoomâ came the sensation for Uncle Wu, driving, as a massive wave violently interrupted the floating carâs motion, causing a huge recoil and making him cough up a mouthful of blood.
In the back seat, neither Harry nor Mu Fan expected the enemy would use a bomb for the assault, just 7 kilometers from the city center! The enemy was insane to use a bomb!
The front of the advancing floating car was instantly dented by the shock wave, the entire vehicle spun across the road, and the engine was already destroyed.
âThank goodness itâs bulletproof! Fat Brotherâs little heart almost stopped!â The fat guyâs face turned pale; it was the first time he experienced an explosion at such close range.
In the first moment of the explosion, Mu Fan protected his head. After the car stopped spinning, he kicked the door open forcefully and rolled out.
But as Mu Fanâs body flew out of the car, still in mid-air, he felt a tremendous sense of crisisâa direct threat to life. Mu Fanâs eyes turned red instantly. A peculiar sense of perception, like an invisible net under immense pressure from death, spread out. Mu Fan didnât have time to think, only feeling that as his vision turned red, time seemed to slow down. In his perception, he noticed a tiny anomaly, emanating a deadly aura all over!
He caught it, it was a bullet! In his perception, it was tunneling towards him at an unparalleled speed, target: his heart.
The other party made no unnecessary moves; when someone breached the door, they wanted to shoot immediately! Because it was impossible for the first one to break through to be their target, the fat guy!
Between life and death, ah! His eye sockets nearly tore apart, his heart rapidly contracting at over three times the normal rate, blood vessels bulged like centipedes, and Mu Fanâs legs suddenly swelled a circle larger, smashing the ground and propelling him to the right to avoid the bullet filled with murderous intent.
âAh!â âBang!â
As the bullet grazed past Mu Fanâs left arm, tearing open a long wound, the gunshot echoed belatedly!
The bullet was supersonic, a rifle bullet!
âEhâ emitted a sound of confusion from the bushes, quite clearly the bullet didnât hit the arm; else, the arm would have been detached long ago.
Using such a small-caliber sniper rifle at this range to snipe guarantees a 100% hit rate, never expected to see a youth successfully dodge the bullet here today.
Having missed the shot, there was no time at this distance for a second bullet.
A tall figure stood up from the bushes in the dense forest.
The short person admitted he had underestimated him a bit; everything was perfect, didnât expect a flaw to appear at the sniping step. Mu Fanâs unexpected success thwarted the plan to deal with only the fat guy.
Now there was the fat guy and Uncle Wu in the car, and Mu Fan outside the car!
As his arm exerted force, the skin sealed by the searing bullet burst open, blood gushed out.
Mu Fan clutched his left arm, the right hand soaked in blood even soaking through the sleeve, having already locked on to two people in the blood-colored vision. His heart continued beating at an abnormal speed, his temples bulging, with no diminishment of the crisis feeling in his heart, Mu Fan remained cautiously alert.
The two people in his eyes, the tall one tossed the gun aside, walking over with his hands in his pockets; the short one dropped the optical binoculars in his hand, a black matte dagger flicking between his fingers.
âKid, you heard it the day before yesterday, didnât you?â the short man sneered, ignoring the people in the car, heading straight for Mu Fan. The tall man said nothing.
âTsk tsk, surprised I didnât kill you with a single shot, didnât waste your time practicing at the Martial Arts Hall, but today you are definitely going to die. Whereâs the little fatty in the car! Get out for me! I canât guarantee I wonât bomb again.â
Mu Fan didnât reply or move, posing like severely injured. In the car, Uncle Wu, clutching his chest, helped the young master Harry out to face the two robbers.
âCome on, let me see, oh~ this is our financier today.â The short man walked over carelessly, patting the fat guyâs face.
The fat guyâs face twitched, full of terror, trembling as he asked, âWho, who are you?â
Spreading his hands, the short man made a helpless gesture, sighed, âWe know you, you donât know us, meeting late as strangers, Young Master Harry of the Fowen Consortium.â
Mu Fan remained silent beside them; the fat guy glanced at Mu Fan then back at the short one, his expression of shock and anger vivid and lifelike.
âWhat⊠do you want, as long as you donât kill me, Iâll give anything.â The trembling fat guy pleaded.
âThen itâs settled. Weâre just after some money; itâs a pity we canât touch the big patchâŠâ
âSecond!â warned the tall man, standing with his hands in his pockets.
âAlright, letâs not dawdle, call your father, one million in ransom, transfer to an anonymous black market card, Iâll tell you the card number when you get through!â
âOne, one million, thatâs too much.â The fat guy was completely terrified and could only stammer.
The short one laughed heartily and stopped: âToo much? Is a million too much for your life!? Do you know how much your fatherâs life is worth?â
âSecond!!â the tall one truly seemed a bit angry, he would have acted long ago if he werenât his brother. Letting information slip would mean death.
âDo you know? You donât.â The short one flipped the dagger in his hand in an odd curve, as Mu Fan noticed the expression of relaxation flash across the tall one in his perception.
They would absolutely kill the hostage! This was bigger than he imagined! Mu Fanâs eyes narrowed.
âDonât play tricks, your carâs bulletproof, huh, I wonder if it can withstand a punch?â The short man scoffed before suddenly taking a deep breath, punched out, âBoom!â The relatively intact right car door was bashed in, indenting half a meter!
Gasp! The fat guy inhaled sharply at the strength, at least level 15!! Because that car weighed 2.7 tonsâŠ
Mu Fan⊠the fat guy began to worry if he had gone too far, yet the more frightened he was, the less he could call out to Mu Fan!
âAhem, Young Master, Iâll call your father for you.â Uncle Wu saw the situation getting out of hand, starting to worry. This was beyond expectations, he had to ensure Young Master Harryâs safety.
âOld man, did I say you could speak?â The short one gripped the spinning dagger viciously, then made an action that left the three of them dumbfoundedâa twist of the wrist and a flash of cold light aimed at Uncle Wuâs heart! He was attempting to kill Uncle Wu!
âWhen itâs not your turn to talk, shut up!â
At this moment, as soon as the short one shifted his stance, Mu Fan had adjusted his muscles, the whole person sprang up. From stillness to motion, he moved first, like a leopard, with blood flowing quickly throughout his body. His iron-like fingers clutched the short manâs wrist tightly, then twisted, a crunching sound, leaving his hand limp and dangling, crippled!
The short manâs eyes filled with terror, ignoring the pain, he howled fiercely: âBrother!! This kid is trouble, act now!!â They had been desperados, living on the edge of life and death, in the instant Mu Fan grabbed hold, disabling a single hand, he judged that the kid was at least a level 16 physical master!
Mu Fanâs crisis feeling swelled in the blood-colored vision; instinctively, he grabbed the short one, trying to leap away and pulled him back in front of him.
âBang!â A sound louder than the previous rifle shot resounded. The short one and Mu Fan both flew out, crashing heavily to the ground.
The fat guy and Uncle Wu were stunned; Mu Fan was blindsided by the tall one whose hands were in his pockets. At this moment, he held a large caliber handgun, a Remington Hand Cannon!! The clip had only one bullet, at close range, twice the power of a sniper rifle! Not just two persons, even four stacked together would be pierced through!
The tall guyâs face showed no joy, but rather extreme distortion! He had mistakenly killed his own brother! His usually favorite blood flower bloomed today on his biological brotherâs chest, a hole as large as a bowl.
âMu Fan! Mu Fan!!â The fat guy now regretted why he had not given Mu Fan the bulletproof vest!
âMu Fan! Donât scare me, I still have to take you to the exam, we still have to go to school, donât scare me!â The fat guy broke free from Uncle Wu, directly pouncing over, all tears and snot mix together.
âHehehe, I killed my own brother, now you all must die; after that kidâs dead, you two Iâll torture to death! Burying with my brother!â No one knew the two were actually brothers; the tall guy was completely mad, drawing a dagger from his waist and advancing.
âCough coughâŠGood thing itâs sturdy, my chest hurts,â an untimely self-mocking voice came from under the short oneâs body.
âNot, not dead, actually not deadâŠThis is impossible.â The tall guy was astounded; he knew the power of the hand cannon he had concealed in his arms but had no choice but to believe it now; his brother dead while the kid survived.
With a shove, Mu Fan stood, pulling a black metallic plaque from his chest pocket; a deformed bullet slid off, the plaque quietly bearing a word, unharmedââFan!â
With his blood-covered right hand grasping the plaque, Mu Fan grinned, âIâm alive.â
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But none present, not even Mu Fan, knew that as his blood-drenched right hand wrapped around the black plaque, an invisible electromagnetic wave diffused into the sky.
This peculiar electromagnetic wave even intelligently sought out a space-jump point to burst through.
225,000 kilometers away from the Loga Star, an abandoned nebula zone lay. A ship, like an enlarged coffin, floated silently in space. At this moment, it suddenly emitted a dark red glow, awakened as if activating. It surged forward with powerful thrust in spaceâs desolation, transforming into a comet sent outâŠ
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