Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569
Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: Murder? (2)
At this moment, the curtain of the glass curtain wall in the office on the second floor is closed, obscuring the situation inside.
Then the middle-aged man saw the young man leap up directly, his body cutting through the air. Accompanied by a crisp sound, he crashed through the heavy glass curtain wall and into the office.
The curtain that reached the floor was torn open, revealing the clean and bright office inside.
He Ao glanced at the physical fitness in his field of view, which had jumped to ’32’. Barefoot, he treaded on the shattered glass, making a crunching sound as he walked toward the depths of the office.
At this moment, behind the desk inside the office, the tall and broad-shouldered head of the organizing committee was rapidly operating a computer.
He heard the commotion outside, put a hand under the desk, raised his head, his gaze slightly focused, and looked at the approaching He Ao, “Fierce Beast, what do you want to do?”
“Nothing much,” He Ao walked to the desk, placed his blood-stained hand on it, and asked hoarsely, “I just want to ask you,”
He lowered his head, his blood-stained eyes gazing at the head, “why do you want to kill me?”
If on the boxing ring, killing ‘Loren’ was for money.
The gang youths disguised as spectators he encountered later, along with the two ‘assassins’ mixed in the crowd, didn’t seem like they were simply after gamblers’ money.
Instead, it looked like they had to kill ‘Loren’, and making money was just incidental.
“What do you mean?” The head’s expression turned dark upon hearing He Ao’s words. He glanced at the camera in the corner of the room and rasped, “Fierce Beast, you won, you killed Hurricane, and now you come to ask me why I wanted to kill you?”
“No need to stage an act, right?” He Ao smiled while gazing at him, sensing his thoughts.
Even though his Super Memory Strength was completely retracted, he still possessed basic Mind Reading Ability.
The head’s face darkened, and without any hesitation, he pulled out his hand from under the desk at that moment.
A Gauss Pistol was held in that hand.
However, He Ao did not dodge, because at this moment, the head’s other hand was also raised, the palm of that hand opening to reveal a small laser cannon about three centimeters thick.
This guy has a Full Body Prosthesis.
If He Ao dodged the Gauss Pistol, he would end up right in front of that laser cannon’s barrel.
And at the instant the head took out the Gauss Pistol and laser cannon, He Ao enhanced his fist technique, his physical fitness nearly doubling, and he leaped up directly.
While ‘mind reading’, he had already known the head’s intentions, as well as the details of the head’s Full Body Prosthesis.
Seeing his actions, the head immediately raised his hands, aiming the pistol and the cannon upward simultaneously.
Accompanied by a thunderous sound.
The office ceiling was directly penetrated by the Gauss Gun’s bullet, blasting out a hole approximately one meter in diameter. A blazing laser cut through the large hole above, landing on the rusty steel skeleton roof of the factory, instantly melting the main beam of the roof, and piercing through the roof via the bullet hole.
A sound of unbearable stress echoed from the ceiling’s suspension. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Normally, if a D-level individual got hit by these two attacks head-on, if not dead, they’d be seriously injured.
But evidently, the gun and cannon missed their mark.
In the instant the shots were fired, He Ao’s figure had already landed behind the head.
The head raised his hands again, aiming them backward.
Meanwhile, He Ao’s hand also clutched the back of his neck, fingers piercing the synthetic skin, puncturing the thin alloy steel plate beneath, and grabbing the thick cable below the steel plate.
With a violent sound, sparks burst out like a flood under the lights, and the cable was instantly torn apart.
The head’s figure paused, and the laser cannon lost its energy support.
Yet the hand holding the Gauss Pistol was still quickly raising.
He Ao reversed his hand, snapped his neck, and shredded all the steel.
Sparks scattered like streaks of light.
By this guy’s standards, he couldn’t afford particularly expensive prosthetics, probably around E-level.
Since he enhanced his attack by installing a high-power laser cannon, the defense and material of other body parts would have been economized.
The chest plate, back plate, and head were non-negotiable, so the material on the neck would have been cheaper, something a powerful F-level Transcendent could easily damage.
Once He Ao knew his attack intention and bypassed his attack, he was already dead.
He Ao released his hand and glanced at the shattered glass curtain wall ahead.
The outside clamor seemed to have gradually quieted down.
“The building is about to collapse, the building is about to collapse.”
Panic-stricken shouts echoed through the vacant factory interior.
The panicked crowd was still fleeing, having gathered around the factory.
The middle-aged man stood in front of the octagonal cage, glancing at the specially modified iron cage that seemed designed for holding wild beasts.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked around.
The gang members nearby, holding guns, were cautiously approaching.
But their eyes weren’t on the middle-aged man; instead, they were carefully aiming their guns at the office above.
Standing below, one can’t see the deepest part of the office from this vantage point; this was a design choice from the start.
Thus, no one knew what was happening in the office; only the sound of gunfire piercing the roof and the flying lasers were heard.
The middle-aged man looked at these people, took out a badge imprinted with an olive shield, gazed at them, and said, “I’m the Federal Bureau of Investigation liaison, our men have surrounded the entire factory area, you are all veterans of the law, been through the system several times, now is still a good time to surrender.”
The gang members exchanged glances, seemingly hesitant.
At that moment, a round object smashed through the remaining glass wall of the office, crashing to the ground amidst a shower of glass shards.
It was a mechanical head with wide eyes, a torn cable still hanging from its ripped neck.
The entire factory fell silent instantly; the gang members hesitated for a moment before they slowly lowered their guns and raised their hands.
An ear-piercing alarm sounded from outside, and a crowd of people surged into the narrow factory.
The man put away his badge, looked up, gazing towards the top of the office.
Staff came and went along the broken road, setting up a police line; the middle-aged man, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood at the entrance of the abandoned factory, looking at the deserted street outside.
Accompanied by a slight drone hum, a small drone landed in the hands of the woman behind him.
The young woman, holding the drone, walked quickly over, looked at the middle-aged man, “Captain, the office upstairs has no one, can’t find where the ‘Fierce Beast’ went.”
She sighed, “Don’t know where he ran off to.”
The middle-aged man removed the cigarette from his mouth, extinguishing it in his hand, “The ‘Fierce Beast’ is likely a Transcendent, moves fast, can’t catch him which is normal, ordinary staff not approaching him is correct.”
“Did he run while we were in chaos just now,” the woman frowned slightly, she raised her head to look at the middle-aged man, “he’s the key figure in this abnormal situation, and killed so many people, logically speaking···”
“That side.” At this moment, the middle-aged man beside her suddenly raised his head, looking towards a damaged streetlight on the side of the street.
The woman followed his gaze and saw a burly youth standing under the streetlight, quietly looking this way.
Before she could react, the middle-aged man next to her quickly went over.
She hurriedly followed him.
When close enough, she could vaguely recognize the youth before her as the one who had just wreaked havoc on the stage.
The originally exposed muscles were now covered by a large jacket, the blood-soaked cheek washed clean of bloodstains, leaving only the blood-dyed hair and wounds and bruises on his face, faintly visible in the contour of the bloodied surface.
If one disregarded the wounds and bloodstains, the youth in front appeared not very old, perhaps eighteen or nineteen at most, with skin that even seemed somewhat tender.
“‘Fierce Beast’?” The middle-aged man looked at He Ao, fetching a metal cigarette case from his pocket, opening it to reveal half a box of cigarettes inside.
“I don’t smoke, thanks,” He Ao shook his head, looking at the middle-aged man, “Just call me Loren.”
Standing in the ring didn’t have this feeling, but being outside now, hearing this ‘nickname’ made goosebumps rise on He Ao’s skin.
It was Loren’s natural body reaction; he picked the name himself, thinking at a young age to have a cool name.
Over time, hearing this nickname gave Loren a sense of embarrassment akin to exposing his childhood social media signature to everyone.
The middle-aged man didn’t expect He Ao to be so direct in reporting his name, uncertain whether it was real or an alias, he still put away the cigarette case, extended his hand, and introduced himself, “I’m Reid.”
“Hello.” He Ao shook hands with him.
“Lily.” The young woman beside extended her hand.
He Ao shook hands with her as well.
“We just went up to look for you but didn’t see you.” Reid said with a knowing smile.
“I washed up, changed clothes,” He Ao shrugged, “in the locker room, I heard you moving outside, with too many bloodstains it’s hard to clean if it gets on clothes.”
Reid looked down, glanced at He Ao’s old coat, and nodded slightly, “Indeed.”
He knew where the locker room was, searched all around but didn’t expect He Ao to go directly to the locker room to bathe and change clothes.
“You look very young.” Lily looked at He Ao, hesitated for a moment, and said softly.
She couldn’t associate the tender youth before her with the ruthless, burly boxer from just minutes ago.
“Just making a living,” He Ao smiled, his gaze swept over Reid and Lily, then over the nearby staff, softly said, “You don’t look like you’re from the Federal Bureau of Investigation?”