Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 200 Urban Chase

Ignoring his daughter's thoughts, Roberts leaned over and sped down the street on his Harley, the wind whistling past his ears.

During a brief respite, he glanced back and saw several vehicles closely following him, including police cars and unidentified vehicles. They were recklessly driving through the crowd, showing no regard for other vehicles or pedestrians.

Furthermore, Roberts clearly saw a burly man leaning out of the car window, gripping an assault rifle tightly. Judging from his appearance, he clearly did not care about the possibility of harming innocent civilians.

The hand gripping the motorcycle handlebars suddenly exerted force!
"Bah!!!"

"Dudududu!"

Suddenly, accompanied by a series of whistling bullets behind him, the Harley-Davidson motorcycle suddenly spun a magnificent arc on the street!

With the abrupt turn, a trail of smoke appeared on the ground.

The bullets didn't hit the Harley-Davidson or its rider, but instead created craters in the road, causing screams and a large-scale commotion as passersby scattered to avoid them.

"FUCK! These people are insane, daring to openly fire here?"

Although he dodged the bullet, Roberts couldn't help but curse.

Roberts was no stranger to firearms; he was an expert in both hand-to-hand combat and firearms shooting, and using an anti-materiel sniper rifle to blast away dark creatures from a distance was one of his specialties. However, he never expected that someone would dare to openly engage in a gunfight in an important city of the world's strongest nation.

Such an absurd scene was something even the well-traveled and knowledgeable Roberts had never heard of before.

"Did I accidentally wander into a Hollywood film studio?"

He was filled with a sense of danger, and the hairs on his body were practically standing on end, but the more this was the case, the calmer Roberts became, and he even had the mood to joke.

His experience told him that the more tense and anxious he was, the faster he would die; only by maintaining a high level of alertness and a balanced emotional state could he cope with such a highly dangerous situation.

"Dad...what's going on? Why are we running? Who's chasing us...?"

It was only then that Joan, whose mind was a complete mess, came to her senses and hurriedly looked up at her father, who was driving the Harley, and asked him a question.

At that moment, she was filled with fear, but before she could finish speaking, her father suddenly grabbed her with one hand and forcibly pressed her body down, while at the same time the direction suddenly changed.

"Oh!"

With a deafening explosion in my ears, I instinctively looked back from my father's arms. There was no trace of the road that had once been there; all that remained was a huge crater filled with thick smoke and raging fire...

"That is……"

With clear eyes gazing at the rapidly receding crater behind her, the girl murmured almost sleepwalkingly.

"It's an RPG rocket launcher."

As if hearing the girl's unspoken thoughts, the girl's father's calm voice rang out from above.

The voice was unusually calm, almost coldly so. It was as if the speaker wasn't someone who had almost been hit by that infamous weapon, but rather a student facing a difficult exam, his brow furrowed, oblivious to everything else.

This change left the girl feeling lost and confused.

In her eyes, her father, who was somewhat old-fashioned, conservative, and even seemed weak, revealed his extraordinary side at this moment.

He was being chased by a large number of people and cars, who even used heavy weapons, but he remained calm and composed.

The sudden transformation from a peaceful and ordinary daily life into a fierce battle amidst gunfire left this somewhat rebellious girl feeling helpless.

"what happened……"

You'll find out soon enough.

Without directly answering the girl's question, the father simply replied casually, then reached into his pocket, pulled out a finely crafted small pistol, and pointed it behind him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots were fired in quick succession, each one hitting the tires of three cars not far away.

"hiss……"

With a roar of brakes and the sound of tires skidding, the three cars, caught off guard, collided in a sudden skid, directly blocking the pursuing vehicles behind them.

"Bang!!!"

The vehicle that was chasing at high speed had no time to avoid it, and several cars collided instantly, rolling over in an instant.

The numerous vehicles forced to stop abruptly in the vicinity exacerbated the chaos, bringing the entire highway to a standstill. Under these circumstances, continuing the pursuit was no longer an option.

Although he felt somewhat sorry for the ordinary people who had stumbled into the battle, Roberts had no time to worry about anyone else at that moment. He was willing to do anything for the safety of his beloved daughter.

However, even if the cars behind him couldn't keep up with him for a while, it didn't mean he was safe...

Roberts glanced at the sky behind him.

There, several black dots could be vaguely seen gradually enlarging, accompanied by a low rumbling sound.

First came a whooshing sound, then a deep, thunderous boom, and the black dot gradually grew into a huge shadow, revealing its enormous size...

One, two, three, four, ...

Six armed helicopters were flying low over the towering skyscrapers of the metropolis, like a flock of eagles, closely tracking their prey—Roberts' Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

That strong, powerful, and intimidating body displayed its majesty to the world.

If Roberts still had some hope before, when these six armed helicopters appeared, he felt only despair, and even his lips felt dry.

No one knew the power of this behemoth better than Roberts; a single volley of bullets would render even the most capable Roberts helpless and forced to submit.

He is a human, and although he is skilled in combat, his combat abilities do not exceed the limits of human capabilities.

"What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into...?"

In his despair, a question inevitably arose in his mind.

The pursuit, the wiretapping device, the time, Boston, the daughter, the reason, the armed helicopter, the government, the United States...

These myriad threads seem to have no reason, yet they all seem connected by some cause; they seem instantly clear, yet the reason remains elusive...

Just then, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from inside his clothes.

"Hello, it seems our Mr. Roberts is in trouble."

Roberts had only heard that mocking voice once, but he swore he would never forget it.

"Uberto Bruni".

With this name, all the thoughts in my mind instantly found their direction...

"You're the one who did all this!"

As he sped along the highway on his motorcycle, desperately trying to evade the pursuing armed helicopters overhead, Roberts stared at his phone in his pocket and muttered through gritted teeth.

"Don't say that, we're in the same boat after all..."

"FUCK YOU! SON OF BITCH! YOU STUPID JERK..."

The mocking voice tried to say something, but was met only with a barrage of angry curses!

Roberts was filled with anger. Although the other party did not say it, he had already roughly guessed what had happened.

The oversight was nothing more than his meeting with Uberto Bruni, and that son of a bitch secretly left a clue. As a result, the Hermitage believed that he was in cahoots with that guy and secretly monitored him. After he realized he was being monitored, the Hermitage did not hesitate to try to arrest him.

Given the Secret Order's immense power, he had no doubt that they could mobilize the US government's resources, and once he understood that, everything made sense.

The woman on the other end seemed somewhat helpless.

"Alright, alright, I wasn't planning on making you explain so soon anyway, but things are urgent and I don't have time to explain to you, so I can only forcibly tie you to the boat for now."

“SHIT…”

"Do you want to live on with your daughter?"

As if sensing that Roberts was about to start yelling again, the other person asked in a very straightforward voice.

The curse that Roberts was about to utter was swallowed back down his throat. He could disregard himself, but he couldn't abandon his daughter.

After sensing the silence on Roberts' side, a laugh came from the other end.

"If you want to survive, then listen to me first."

……

Washington, D.C., somewhere in an underground bunker.

In a brightly lit conference room, a group of people sat around a round table.

"I still can't understand why it's necessary to go to such great lengths to hunt down a single person."

Beside the round table, a chubby hand held a cigar, and then the owner of the hand asked in confusion.

"If it's really as we suspect, then we might not be able to catch him."

"Controlling the world's information is terrifying; such power must never be allowed."

A man spoke vehemently from the side, but everyone knew that what he didn't say was something else entirely.

'If I control this power, then it can be permitted.'

However, not everyone thinks that way.

A large group of people gathered around this round table, representing different interests across the United States. Some wanted money, some wanted power, and others were trying to pursue something else entirely.

"Wilson, you are still too young, there are many things you don't understand yet."

At the head of the round table, a slender figure spoke calmly. He clearly possessed immense prestige, and everyone involuntarily sat up straight when he spoke.

He slowly looked around, and then he spoke.

"Seventy years ago... Nazi Germany tried to find something—the axis of the world. They believed that the axis of the world had infinite energy. They went to XZ to look for it, but ultimately found nothing."

"Nazi Germany already possessed the key to the world, but they were still trying to find something called the Axis of the World... No one knew what it was, but Hitler was obsessed with it."

"His Far North organization was originally just a small group, but it expanded along with the rise of Nazi Germany. Later, after Far North was destroyed along with Nazi Germany, some documents were left behind, which were found by the Soviet Union at the time. The United States found very little, only able to discover a repeatedly mentioned matter from a few fragments..."

He took a deep breath and then said.

"Leonardo da Vinci... once unlocked the secrets of the world."

Upon hearing this, the man smoking the cigar also showed a look of shock on his face. He opened his mouth wide, completely unaware that the cigar had fallen onto his trousers.

Many others also widened their eyes in surprise. Although they had heard rumors, they were still shocked when they actually heard the news.

"Has the world key been opened?"

One of them, disregarding his appearance and demeanor, asked eagerly.

The World Key, a secret treasure that appeared at an unknown time, has been sought by countless people for hundreds of years, but all have ultimately failed to find it.

Many believe that it contains the secrets of the gods: immortality, power, knowledge, wealth...

Everything can be obtained from this.

Those who occasionally obtained the World Key all became legendary figures.

"But Leonardo da Vinci was once a member of the Secret Order, so why didn't the Secret Order know that?"

One of them couldn't help but wonder.

Leonardo da Vinci, this genius created countless miracles. The world often only knows him as a painter, but overlooks the fact that he was actually a unique polymath in human history.

He was an artist, painter, engineer, weapons expert, architect, physicist, mathematician, writer, playwright, and physician...

In anatomy and physiology, he meticulously observed the skeletal structure and muscle tissue during dissections, providing detailed accounts that surpassed those of many contemporary physicians and artists. He was the first scientist in human history to accurately and comprehensively describe the human skeleton and depict all human muscle tissue. He also possessed many unique insights into the nervous and vascular systems, as well as in physiology and biology.

In physics, Leonardo da Vinci discovered the law that weight always falls towards the Earth's center via the shortest path, before Newton discovered universal gravitation, a discovery that greatly influenced the later discovery of universal gravitation. Furthermore, before Copernicus established the heliocentric theory, he had the idea that the sun was stationary, thus refuting the geocentric model.

In optics, he designed telescopes and condensers, as well as devices for studying color, and invented an optical glass grinding machine.

In geology, Leonardo da Vinci studied the evolution of topography, the structure of various rocks, and traces of ancient organisms, and was the first to establish the concepts of geological history and geology.

In the military field, Leonardo da Vinci also designed aircraft, helicopters, parachutes, siege weapons, ladders, field guns, tanks, warships, double-bottomed boats, diving equipment, and lightweight bridges, among other things.

In the field of mechanical engineering, he designed automatic machine tools, textile machines, printing presses, smelting furnaces, cranes, clocks and instruments, and water pumps. He invented a spinning machine with several spindles, a rolling mill, a yarn gathering machine, and a thread-cutting machine.

In the field of water conservancy engineering, he designed plans for canals, waterways, reservoirs, sluice gates, water resource utilization, and soil improvement projects. He also discovered chamber-shaped sluice gates and various types of pumps with different structures.

He was so talented that with just a little effort, he could easily stand at the pinnacle of his field at that time and achieve great things that countless people could not reach even in a hundred years.

Compared to him, even Newton and Einstein pale in comparison. The latter were merely geniuses in a certain field, while Leonardo da Vinci was a genius in all fields, a true "polymath".

It was under the impetus of this genius that the former secret society gradually expanded into the massive organization it is today.

But if Leonardo da Vinci left behind some code, why wouldn't the hermits know it?

Nobody knows why.

The thin figure at the head shook his head.

"But what we can be certain of is that Nazi Germany was convinced that Leonardo da Vinci had unlocked the key to the world, because they had found the code he left behind and successfully deciphered it. What we don't understand is what the code left by da Vinci has to do with the axis of the universe..."

"And now, perhaps one person knows the answer."

The gaunt figure at the head of the group remained silent, but everyone already knew what he hadn't said.

“Seize him in the name of the Illuminati.”

As they spoke solemnly, the people around the round table lowered their heads, symbolizing that this ancient organization, formerly known as the Freemasons, had reached a consensus.

Looking at the crowd before him, the thin figure smiled. The Secret Order believed that no one knew their purpose in hunting Uberto Bruni, but as it turned out, this was just wishful thinking on their part.

Half an hour later, a message came.

"The target escaped in a private plane."

……

Waters near Boston, USA.

On the small private jet, Joan was asleep on Wendy's lap, still drowsy after the series of frights.

Anyone who discovers that their abandoned old house is actually an underground airport would be shocked.

When Joan discovered that her gentle and refined adoptive mother, Wendy, who worked as a fashion designer, had suddenly become armed with guns and ammunition, and had crash-landed her private plane next to the two of them who were surrounded by soldiers, and finally managed to lead them to safety, her mouth was agape.

This world is simply insane.

The old house I used to play in as a child was an armory with an underground airport underneath, the kind where you could fly out anytime; and the seemingly ordinary houses actually had walls made of special alloy materials that could even withstand thermobaric bombs.

The foster mother, who was usually gentle and refined and enjoyed flower arranging, was now carrying a machine gun and firing without blinking an eye, more ruthless than any bandit.

My father, whom I've only met once in the past year and who's polite to everyone except me to the point of being weak, is actually a killing machine whose entire body is covered with murder weapons...

After finally boarding the plane, the tense girl finally calmed down, and as soon as she relaxed, she felt exhausted.

Looking at the girl sleeping with her head on her lap, Wendy, who had just been firing a machine gun, now showed a gentle smile.

He gently brushed aside the girl's disheveled hair, lowered his head, and kissed her smooth forehead.

"Good night, baby."

Meanwhile, Roberts, who was piloting the plane, was gesturing to Wendy behind him.

"Fell asleep?"

He didn't speak, afraid of disturbing the girl who had just fallen asleep. After such a sudden and drastic change, what she needed most at that moment was rest.

Only after receiving Wendy's confirmation did he lower his head, stare at his phone, and silently move his lips.

He knew that the bastard across from him could see him and read his lips.

And the other party did just that, remaining silent and displaying a line of text on it.

“Roberts, it’s because you care too much about your daughter that you’ve become overly concerned. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so confident. I originally had fourteen backup plans…”

"Fuck you."

Roberts cursed silently as he piloted the plane.

Despite his insults, Roberts was well aware of the other party's strength and formidable nature.

Roberts couldn't understand the other party's methods. For some reason, there was a commotion inside those armed helicopters, followed by the faint sight of fire, and then several armed helicopters crashed directly into the building.

Then came a series of strange phenomena. Guided by that voice, Roberts could easily evade all the pursuers. Even if he was caught, the pursuers would look puzzled upon receiving an instruction and eventually reluctantly let him go.

"World Ruler, that's a title I came up with myself, pretty cool, right?"

The other party was very smug, but Roberts had to admit his ability. In just half an hour, he had already gained a preliminary understanding of how formidable the other party was.

It can monitor all groups of people and use all means such as voice imitation to mislead the other party, displaying incorrect addresses and false information, so that it can not only have a comprehensive information network but also mislead the other party's information.

The nameless world ruler, though seemingly arrogant and conceited, does indeed have the confidence to claim such a position in a certain sense.

There was no way for him to escape.

He understood the methods of the Secret Order. Even if he could prove that he had no connection with this guy, the Secret Order would still be determined to kill the innocent rather than let him go, and would never allow him to continue to live as freely as before.

At this moment, the only question in Roberts' mind was...

Why did you choose me?

Roberts said silently.

In this world, although he is an extremely outstanding mercenary, he is by no means the only one, and the other party does not necessarily have to choose him.

The other party was silent for a moment, and then spoke.

“Roberts, I’ve said it before, we are actually partners. You may not understand it now, but you will eventually.”

“I will guide you to where I am now, and once we meet, I will tell you everything I know.”

After that, the other party did not respond.

After several attempts to probe and confirming there was no response, Roberts pondered. He could sense that the other person seemed to value him highly, but he didn't understand why...

"Are we companions?"

He couldn't understand these ambiguous words, but when he glanced behind him at Wendy and the sleeping Joan, a warm feeling welled up inside him...

Betty, no matter what, I will protect you and my child.

He silently repeated his vow in his heart: neither the Secret Order nor the guy hiding behind the scenes could harm Joan.

Before my eyes, it's as if that curious, energetic, and quirky girl is reappearing.

Betty, if there is a heaven in this world, are you okay...?

(End of this chapter)