43 Battle

Fatty, who sat in the back row, kept moving his hands. He threw his Skylink to the side and did not have the heart to look at it.

After Mu Fan entered the hover car, he was like a vigilant leopard. Although he was sitting, he was on full alert, especially after he left the city gate. When he saw the army behind him leaving his sight, he said lightly, "It's coming."

Fatty quivered and straightened his body. After confirming that all his equipment was on, Uncle Wu controlled the hover car to follow the original route. The speed was the same as before, flawless!

When they passed by the fork road, Mu Fan was the only car on the road.

A sense of danger suddenly emerged in Mu Fan's heart, and he shouted, "Be careful!"

When the short guy in the jungle saw the black hover car with his optical binoculars, he silently counted down, as if he had telepathy with Mu Fan. Three, two, one, zero! At the same time, Mu Fan shouted, "Be careful!"

"Boom!" Uncle Wu, who was driving, felt a huge wave coming and interrupted the hover car's progress. The huge backlash made him cough up blood.

Harry and Mu Fan, who were in the back row, did not expect that the enemy would use a bomb. They were only 7 kilometers away from the city! The enemy was crazy enough to use a bomb!

The front of the forward hover car was instantly dented by the shockwave. The whole car spun in the middle of the road, and its engine was destroyed.

"Fortunately, it is bulletproof! Fat brother's sweetheart!" Fatty's face turned green. This was the first time he had experienced an explosion at a distance.

Mu Fan protected his head at the first instant of the explosion. When the car stopped spinning, Mu Fan kicked hard and rolled out of the door.

However, when Mu Fan flew out of the car and was still in midair, he felt a huge sense of danger. It was a direct threat to life. Mu Fan's eyes instantly turned red, and a strange sensory thought spread out like a tangible net under the enormous pressure of death. Mu Fan did not have time to think at all. He only felt that when his vision turned red, the flow of time slowed down, and he felt a tiny foreign object in his visual field—the smell of death rising from its body!

He caught it. It was a bullet! It was coming toward his heart at an unparalleled speed.

The other side did not make any unnecessary moves. When they found that someone had broken through the door, the first thing they wanted to do was shoot and kill! The first person to break through the door was definitely not their target, Little Fatty!

In the midst of life and death, ah! His eyes were about to tear, and his heart was contracting at a speed three times faster than that of a normal person. His blood vessels instantly protruded like a centipede, and Mu Fan's legs swelled up in an instant. The ground was stomped into pieces, and he bounced to the right. He wanted to avoid the bullet, which carried great killing intent.

"Ah!" "Bang!"

When the bullet brushed past Mu Fan's left arm and left a long wound, the gunshot finally came!

The bullet was far faster than the speed of sound. It was a rifle bullet!

"Huh?" There was a sound of confusion in the grass when the bullet missed. It was obvious that the bullet did not hit the arm. Otherwise, the arm would have been gone.

Using a small-caliber sniper rifle at such a distance could be said to be 100% accurate. He did not expect to see a young man successfully dodge the bullet today.

If he missed, there would be no time for a second bullet at this distance.

The tall man stood up from the grass under the jungle.

The short man admitted that he had misjudged the situation. Everything was perfect. He did not expect that there would be a mistake in the sniping step. Mu Fan's unexpected success had foiled their plan of only dealing with the fatty.

Fatty, Uncle Wu, and Mu Fan were in the car.

He exerted some force on his arm, and the skin that was blocked by the heat of the bullet burst open. Blood gushed out.

Mu Fan covered his left arm. His right hand was soaked in blood and even soaked through his sleeve. His red vision had locked onto the two of them. His heart was still beating at an abnormal speed, and his temples were throbbing. The sense of danger in his heart had not disappeared. Mu Fan was careful.

The two tall men threw their guns aside and walked toward them with their hands in their pockets. The short man threw down the optical mirror in his hand, and a black, dull dagger danced in his hand.

"Boy, you heard it the day before yesterday, didn't you?" The short man smiled hideously. He ignored the person in the car and ran toward Mu Fan. The tall man said nothing.

"Tsk, tsk. I didn't kill you with one shot. You did not waste your time in the dojo, but you will die today. Where is the fatty in the car? Come out! I can't guarantee that you won't blow up again."

Mu Fan did not respond or move. He looked like he was seriously injured. Uncle Wu, who was in the car, held his chest and helped Young Master Harry, who came out with him, appear in front of the two robbers.

"Come, come, let me see. Yo, ha! This is our sugar daddy today." The short guy walked over fearlessly and patted the fatty's face.

The fatty's face twitched, and his face was full of fear. He said while trembling, "Who—who are you?"

The short man spread out his hands and assumed a helpless posture. He sighed and said, "We know you, but you don't know us. It is a pity that we have not known each other long enough. Young Master Harry of the Fuwen Financial Group."

Mu Fan was silent at the side. The fatty looked at Mu Fanfu and then at the short guy. His shocked and angry expression was real and vivid.

"You… What do you want? As long as you don't kill me, I'll give it to you," pleaded the trembling fatty.

"That's it, isn't it? We are only after the money, but we can't get the big picture. We can only…"

"Number two!" warned the tall guy with his hands in his pockets.

"Okay, enough of this nonsense. Call your old man. Transfer ten million to an anonymous black market card. I will tell you the number of the card when it is connected!"

"Ten, ten million. That's a lot." The fatty was so scared that he was incoherent.

The short guy laughed and stopped. "More? Ten million is more than enough to buy your life! Do you know how much your old man's life is?"

"Second brother!" The tall guy's tone of voice was a little angry. If it was not for his brother, he would have taken action long ago. If the higher-ups found out about this, there would only be one word for it—death.

"You know what? You don't know." When the short man drew a strange arc with the dagger in his hand, Mu Fan suddenly noticed the relaxed look on the tall man's face.

They would kill him! This was bigger than he had imagined! Mu Fan's eyes narrowed.

"Don't try anything funny. Your car is bulletproof, isn't it? I wonder if it can defend against fists?" The smiling tiger-like guy took a deep breath and punched out. Bang! A huge hole was punched in the right door of the car, and the whole car was moved half a meter away!

"Hiss!" Fatty sucked in a breath of cold air. This strength was at least Level 15 and above! This car weighed 2.7 tons…

Mu Fan… Fatty began to worry if he would lose his mind, but the more afraid he was, the more he couldn't call Mu Fan!

"Ahem, Young Master, let me call you Master." Uncle Wu, who was beside him, finally started to worry when he saw the situation. This was beyond his expectations. He had to ensure Young Master Harry's safety.

"Old man, did I give you permission to speak?" said the short man fiercely as he grasped the spinning dagger. Then he made an action that dumbfounded Mu Fan and the other two. The dagger in his hand popped out, and with a cold flash, he stabbed at Uncle Wu's heart! He wanted to kill Uncle Wu!

"Don't say anything when you shouldn't!"

At this time, Mu Fan's muscles had already been adjusted when the short guy was changing his posture. His whole body instantly bounced up, and he was like a cheetah that shot out after taking action. With the rapid circulation of all the blood in his body, his five steel-like fingers firmly grabbed the short guy's wrist. Then he bent it, and with a cracking sound, his hand hung down. It was the short guy's right hand that was crippled!

The short man's eyes were filled with fear. He shouted, ignoring the pain, "Brother!! There is something wrong with this boy. Do it!" He was a bandit who had been on the edge of life and death for many years. The moment he was grabbed by Mu Fan, he broke his hand with one hand. He could tell that this boy was at least an expert with a level-16 physique!

The sense of danger in Mu Fan's bloody vision intensified. He subconsciously grabbed the short guy who wanted to jump away and pulled him back to his side.

Bang! There was a louder bang than the one from the rifle. The short man and Mu Fan flew out at the same time and fell heavily on the ground.

Fatty and Uncle Wu were stunned. Mu Fan had been tricked by the tall guy, who had a hand in his pocket. A large caliber handgun had appeared in his hand—the Remington Hand Cannon! There was only one bullet in the magazine, and it was two times more powerful than a sniper rifle at close range! Four people stacked together would be shot, let alone two!

The tall guy's facial expression did not show much joy at the moment. Instead, it was unusually distorted! He had killed his brother by accident! The blood flower that he liked to see the most in the past had bloomed in his brother's chest today, a hole the size of a bowl.

"Mu Fan! Mu Fan!" The fatty regretted not putting his bulletproof vest on Mu Fan.

"Mufan! Don't scare me. I still need to take you to the exam. We still need to go to school. Don't scare me!" The fatty broke away from Uncle Wu and pounced on him. His snot and tears mixed together.

"Hehehehe, if I kill my brother, you will both die. If that boy dies, you two will be tortured to death! You will be buried with my brother!" No one knew that these two were brothers from the same mother. The tall man's brother had gone completely mad. He drew the dagger from his waist and was about to go forward.

"Ahem… Fortunately, the brand is hard. My chest hurts." An inappropriate self-deprecation sounded from under the short man.

"He—he is not dead. He is not dead. That is impossible." The tall guy was stunned. He knew the power of the handheld cannon he hid behind his forearm, but he had to believe it now. His brother was dead, but the boy was not.

Mu Fan pushed away the short body on him and stood up. He took out a black metal plate from his chest pocket with his right hand and looked at it. A deformed bullet fell from the top. A word was quietly carved on the black metal plate without any trace of damage—"Fan!"

Mu Fan held the black card in his bloody right hand and grinned. "Not dead."

…

But no one, including him, knew that when Mu Fan's bloody right hand covered the black metal plate, an invisible electromagnetic wave spread to the sky.

When the strange electromagnetic wave found the space jump point, it was sent in by intelligence and spread out.

Twenty-one thousand kilometers away from Planet Luojia, a cargo ship that looked like an enlarged coffin was quietly floating in the universe. It suddenly emitted a dark red light as if it had been activated. A powerful thrust burst out from the desolate region of the universe, heading straight in one direction as a comet fell…

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