Scarlet listened as gunfire erupted outside, booming like cannon fire, her mind a blank slate.
The Aston Martin was like a live target, bullets coming from all directions. Could Flynn possibly dodge them?
Molly, too, felt despair, but just as she was at a loss, a powerful force surged from within Flynn.
It was vast and overwhelming, like a river, like the sea.
Molly felt as if she were cemented in place, weighed down by tons of stone, struggling to breathe.
Then, something bizarre happened.
Nine bullets aimed at Flynn’s head, after piercing the car window, stopped just ten centimeters from him as if they had hit a steel wall, and ricocheted away!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The bullets changed direction, exiting the car door, and Flynn remained unharmed!
Molly, being in a lower position and because all the bullets were aimed at Flynn, was not injured at all.
That is to say, Flynn attracted the gunfire, and all the bullets missed!
It was miraculous!
Flynn was blessed with great fortune!
However, in that moment, Molly distinctly felt a change in the air pressure around her.
It was as if the air inside the car had solidified, hard as diamond.
But it was only for an instant; once the bullets passed through the window, that sensation disappeared.
Could it be that the situation was so critical that she had been tense and hallucinated?
But what she didn’t know was that it wasn’t a hallucination; Flynn had used his energy to physically withstand the bullets!
And Flynn, worried Molly couldn’t handle it, had only released a small part of his imposing energy.
If he had released it all, the bullets would have stopped ten meters away from him.
Molly would have exploded into a mist of blood from the overwhelming pressure!
“What?” Harold, three hundred meters away, muttered in disbelief.
All nine bullets had missed?
His team consisted of sharpshooters!
They had never missed a target from a kilometer away before; what happened today?
“Is that Flynn really just a Grandmaster?” A flicker of doubt crossed Harold’s brow.
He was the leader of Black Mamba, a marksman of thirty years, who could shoot a sparrow flying by without much aiming.
They had been well-ambushed before Flynn’s arrival, blending into the bushes so well that Vincent and the others couldn’t even detect their exact positions.
After all the preparations, Flynn had still dodged his bullets.
What was going on?
A Grandmaster didn’t have such keen senses.
A Great Grandmaster?
That was a joke.
According to the records, Flynn was only 28 years old; how could he be a Great Grandmaster?
It must be luck.
It had to be luck.
Otherwise, it was unscientific.
As he was convinced of this, Flynn kicked open the car door, grabbed Molly by the lower back and pulled her close, then sprinted toward a two-story building with her in his arms!
His speed was so great, only afterimages were left behind.
Harold was completely stunned.
What kind of sorcery was this?
Carrying someone and still moving instantaneously, like a high-speed train filled with destructive power.
“Fire! Keep firing!” Harold, regaining his composure, whispered into his headset.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The gunfire was loud, making the small building’s glass buzz ominously.
However, Flynn was too fast, and the Black Mamba squad simply couldn’t predict his path. They all missed.
“Fuck!” Harold cursed, feeling defeated for the first time.
He began to doubt his earlier judgment.
Could this kid really be a Great Grandmaster?
Otherwise, how could he dodge bullets?
But if he was a Great Grandmaster, wouldn’t Braiden know?
It made no sense.
Since they were enemies, how could one not know the true strength of the other?
At this moment, Harold’s mind turned to mush, his face full of confusion.
…
After the Black Mamba squad opened fire on the sports car, Vincent withdrew his gaze.
He was certain that Flynn was undoubtedly dead, without any suspense.
Then the sound of bullets piercing through the sports car exploded, followed by a succession of gunshots, gruesome and shocking, like a small-scale battle.
This only reinforced what he believed.
“Flynn is dead,” Vincent declared with a smile, raising his voice.
The sniper’s bullets, like cannonballs, all nine fired, left the Aston Martin riddled with holes.
The subsequent gunshots were surely to make sure Flynn was completely dead, a few more shots for good measure.
Flynn was now torn to pieces.
There was no doubt about it!
“Impossible! You’re lying, lying to me!” Scarlet’s body stiffened with a start, her face pale as she shook her head.
Despite her reluctance to believe, the sounds outside, like cannon fire, brought her to despair.
“The trouble is gone. I’ll give you an hour, enjoy yourselves!” Vincent commanded with a sneer.
“Ha ha! I’ve been suffocating here, come on! Let me taste those tender, juicy red lips first.”
“Ms. Sharp, I’m pretty strong, you’ll have to bear with it, it’ll hurt at first!”
Hearing this, two henchmen leered and walked towards them.
Rose, her mind foggy, saw the thugs approaching and slowly closed her eyes.
Flynn was her last ray of hope, and now that it was shattered, she could no longer hold on.
A grand ambition, all but a dream.
Hate!
So much hate!
Hate that she couldn’t destroy the Tri-Alliance.
Hate that she couldn’t watch Braiden die with her own eyes.
Hate that she couldn’t avenge her parents.
A decade of painstaking efforts gone to waste!
“Boom!”
Just as the two thugs climbed onto the bed and were about to lean in to kiss those red lips, Flynn, using his back, smashed through the leper hospital’s main gate.
He teleported across the courtyard and slammed through another door.
“Boom!”
The iron gate was violently pushed open.
Flynn, carrying Molly, appeared under the moonlight, his figure aglow, striding in like a god descending from the heavens!
The three Semi-Grandmasters on the ground floor experienced a brief mental blackout.
What was happening?
This kid was still alive?
Carrying a girl, he had dodged the hail of bullets outside?
Impossible!
As they stood dumbfounded, Flynn put down Molly and slapped one of the kidnappers.
“Bang!”
Blood mist sprayed.
Flesh flew everywhere.
Molly watched as the Semi-Grandmaster vanished before her eyes.
Flynn had just exploded a Semi-Grandmaster with a slap?
What was he then?
Before Molly could react, Flynn charged at the other two Semi-Grandmasters.
“Bang!”
“Boom!”
A stomp followed by a palm strike like a fan.
The two Semi-Grandmasters instantly died, turned into a pile of mush, flesh and bones scattering everywhere.
Barbaric!
Savage!
Brutal!
Mad!
Molly stood there, dumbfounded.
This Flynn, who usually didn’t take anything seriously, had instantly killed three Semi-Grandmasters?
What level was Flynn?
To achieve this, he must be at least at the peak of Grandmaster level!
Heaven!
All wrong!
Completely wrong!
Previously mocking others, she realized the joke was on her!
Flynn, like a god, like a demon!