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Chapter 553 The one who needs to open their eyes wide is you!

Gunshots rang out on the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building, and sparks flew continuously.

The strong smell of blood, carried by the cold air from high altitude, wafted straight into people's nasal cavities.

This place is no longer as peaceful as it once was; it has been completely transformed into a brutal arena.

Besides the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, there were concrete fragments and charred marks left from the battle everywhere.

The glaring LED lights pierced through the smoke, illuminating the four figures struggling to hold on, making them look particularly disheveled.

The four new members of the Illuminati are now in a perilous situation.

Everyone was covered in wounds, their clothes torn by sharp blades or scorched by flames, and stained with dust and blood.

They leaned against the ruins, breathing heavily, their faces tense.

Even so, those pairs of eyes still gleamed with ferocity as they stared intently at the approaching enemy.

The situation deteriorated just two minutes ago.

At the beginning, thanks to their surprise attack and coordinated action plan based on intelligence, they did manage to suppress the arrogance of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group.

The situation was completely reversed when the man wearing the clown mask officially joined the battle.

The masked man didn't even move a step; he simply stood in the center of the battlefield.

That invisible yet terrifying mental force covered the entire spacious rooftop like tentacles.

He was like a ghost manipulating puppets, wantonly interfering with everyone's actions and manipulating the balance of the battle.

Whenever members of the Illuminati gained the upper hand or attempted to organize a counterattack, an unseen force would always intervene.

Either a bullet that was supposed to hit was deflected, or the route of attack was suddenly blocked.

This overwhelming force, akin to a dimensional reduction attack, instantly shattered the original advantages of teamwork, leaving everyone trapped in a quagmire where they could only passively take hits.

On the east side of the rooftop, Fat Tiger's situation is the most dangerous.

That 2.3-meter-tall muscular monster was practically a killing machine devoid of any sense of pain.

He didn't use any fancy moves at all; he just charged around with beast-like ferocity and brute force.

His raised fists slammed down like a pile driver, creating a whooshing sound as they pierced the air.

Although Gian's physique far surpasses that of ordinary people, he can only be defeated step by step in the face of such abnormal strength.

He raised his arms to take the heavy blow, and his forearm bones made a cracking sound as they succumbed to the strain.

The force of the impact sent him staggering backward, and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth instantly stained his chin.

"Pooh!"

Fat Tiger spat out the blood and saliva from his mouth, his ferocity only fueled by the excruciating pain. He roared at the monster before him:

"You man-eating beast, was your mother's head caught in a door when you were born?"

"You big, fat thing that doesn't grow any brains, I'm going to smash your teeth today!"

Although Big Bear couldn't understand what he was saying, he could sense the provocation from the ant in front of him.

The response to Gian was a simple and brutal heavy punch.

Ignoring the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fat Tiger roared and charged forward again.

He tried to use his body to restrain the terrifying monster's movements, creating space for his teammates to fight.

On the other side, Fei Ying was also in grave danger.

Several rusty iron pipes, accelerated by telekinesis, shot out like javelins from a blind spot on the side.

Hiei, who was engaged in close combat with the Black Mamba, suddenly felt a jolt on his scalp and instinctively tried to dodge to the left.

But in the air to the left, the invisible Black Mamba had been waiting for a long time, its poisoned dagger exuding a chilling aura of death.

There are invisible assassins in front and telekinetic weapons behind.

Fei Ying's eye twitched, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

At this critical moment, he twisted his waist abruptly, interrupting his original momentum.

The body leaned backward in an extremely awkward position.

The iron pipe flew past his nose and slammed into the concrete ground next to him.

Although he avoided a fatal attack that would pierce his body, the Black Mamba's dagger still managed to cut a deep and long gash in his ribs.

Blood instantly stained the white T-shirt, and toxins seemed to be rapidly invading the blood vessels, with the numbness spreading to other parts of the waist and abdomen.

Feiying groaned, but didn't even have time to cover his wound.

He endured the excruciating pain, touched the ground with his toes, and spun around like a top.

At the same time, he swung the butterfly knife in his hand, creating a silver light screen that forced back the invisible enemy who wanted to press their advantage.

"Damn it, how are we supposed to fight this? And there are people taking sides!"

"I could have easily killed that black guy!"

Feiying wiped the blood from his face, feeling utterly aggrieved.

His chest heaved violently as he had to fend off unseen knives and dodge flying debris, his strength rapidly waning.

Just then, another loud bang came from the north side of the rooftop, near the helipad.

The massive stainless steel water tank finally shattered completely under the continuous attack of the high-explosive fireball.

Tons of tap water mixed with scalding hot steam instantly transformed into a white torrent that poured out.

Countless sharp metal fragments were caught in the blast, raining down on the two men behind their cover.

"careful!"

In the critical moment, Hawkeye did not hesitate at all. He grabbed Old Chen next to him and pushed him to a safer corner.

He then used his back to withstand the impact.

The scalding water and sharp pieces of metal slammed into his back.

Hawkeye let out a suppressed groan of pain as the impact knocked him to the ground.

Old Chen rolled twice on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw the gruesome sight of Eagle Eye's back, a bloody mess.

Ignoring his own safety, he scrambled over and grabbed Hawkeye's arm.

"Come on!"

Old Chen roared and dragged Eagle Eye, whose leg was injured, as he ran frantically across the slippery ground.

The two had just plunged into the shadows behind a broken wall.

call out--

Two blazing fire snakes followed closely behind, burning the spot where they had just stood into a charred black.

Hawkeye's face was as pale as paper, and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily, but there was no weakness in his hawk-like eyes.

He quickly checked the sniper rifle in his hand, and after confirming that the weapon was in good condition, his eyes sharpened again.

He was clearly prepared to continue fighting despite his injuries.

Seeing his companion working so hard, Old Chen felt both moved and anxious.

He wasn't much better off himself.

His face was covered in soot and abrasions, and his shoulder had a cut from being scratched by steel bars while dodging.

Blood beads were sliding down his arm, sticking to his dusty jacket.

"Huh...huh..."

Old Chen leaned against the cement wall, panting heavily, while using his extraordinary ears to capture every subtle movement on the rooftop.

At that moment, he could clearly hear the sound of each of his companions' hearts pounding violently.

Pfft!Pfft!
That was the lament of a body on the verge of collapse.

If this continues, everyone will die here in a few minutes at most!

Where did that young president go?

Old Chen anxiously raised his head, his eyes subconsciously scanning his surroundings.

That one glance sent a shiver down his spine.

One of the four iron cages holding hostages beneath the lightning rod base was now empty.

Several thumb-thick threaded steel bars were forcibly pried apart by brute force, revealing a twisted notch.

Shen Wei, who should have been locked up inside, has long since disappeared.

Only three other anxious-looking "piglet" remained, gazing longingly towards the east side of the rooftop, seemingly waiting for something.

Old Chen's pupils contracted slightly, then his heart leaped with joy. The battle had been so intense that no one had had the energy to pay attention to what was happening over there.

Now that I think about it, it must have been the chairman who climbed up the building's exterior wall to the rooftop, seized the opportunity during the chaos, and took advantage of the confusion to save people.

Now that the hostages have been safely transferred, their mission can be considered a success.

"Heh heh, you bunch of rats, are you still going to put up a fight?"

A smug laugh came from not far away.

The fire dragon hid behind the masked man, toying with a ball of crimson flame in its hand.

He was the only one in the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group who was wounded; the hole in his thigh was still bleeding, but that didn't stop him from being arrogant at the moment.

"Weren't you running quite fast just now? Why did you stop?"

The dragon's face wore a cruel, gleeful expression, and its awkward tone sounded particularly grating.
"Since you like playing hide-and-seek, then I'll burn this place to the ground and see which rat hole you can squeeze into!"

His eyes swept across the scene ahead with a mocking gaze, as if he could see through the ruins and trembling figures of the two people hiding behind them.

"Hehe, tonight I'll be the chef and cook a BBQ feast for Big Bear!"

The fire dragon grinned maliciously, raised its hand again, and flung out an orange-red fireball that hurtled straight at the broken wall.

"At three o'clock, look up at a 40-degree angle!"

Old Chen's ears twitched slightly, and he instantly recognized the sound of flames cutting through the air. He quickly reported the location.

Hawkeye and he have worked together many times and have long had an excellent understanding of each other.

Without any hesitation, he immediately endured the excruciating pain in his back, leaned forward halfway, and pulled the trigger instantly, relying on muscle memory.

boom!
This shot was still incredibly accurate, even more decisive and swift than before.

The bullet traced a strange arc in the air, bypassing the fireball in front of it and heading straight for the fire dragon's throat.

This forced him to dodge, thus disrupting the fireball's trajectory.

However, just as the bullet was about to hit...

The masked man, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, merely raised his eyelids slightly.

hum!
The air two meters in front of the fire dragon suddenly became as sticky as glue.

The specially designed armor-piercing projectile, carrying enormous kinetic energy, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, its rotational speed decreasing drastically.

The red-hot bullet rubbed violently against the air, even emitting a piercing "sizzling" sound.

Finally, just inches from the dragon's throat, the bullet completely exhausted its kinetic energy and hovered for a moment.

Clang.

The severely deformed copper bullet fell limply, bouncing a few times on the concrete floor with a crisp sound.

Upon seeing this, the fire dragon was instantly relieved.

The smile on his face then became even brighter and more unrestrained.

With the boss providing absolute protection, he's practically invincible!

"Is this the power of an S-class character?"

Watching this scene, Old Chen felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

No matter how amazing Hawkeye's marksmanship is, all skills seem pale and laughable in the face of an absolute power difference.

Meanwhile, the outcome of the battle at the forefront was also decided.

Facing a muscular monster with terrifying strength, Fat Tiger, covered in blood, still fought to the death without retreating.

His left arm was twisted and fractured, and could only hang limply at his side.

But he still gripped the brass knuckles with his only remaining right hand, spitting bloody saliva as he cursed at the enormous creature before him:
"Come on! Keep going! I'll fuck you, today it's either you who dies, or I'm hanging here!"

"Roar--"

Big Bear let out a ferocious roar, seized the opportunity when Fat Tiger was in a defensive slump, and delivered a powerful punch.

This punch landed squarely, leaving no room for deflection.

Fat Tiger had no choice but to grit his teeth and force his way in with his right shoulder.

"Crack!"

That was the sickening sound of bones cracking.

Fat Tiger felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.

The burly body, weighing over 300 pounds, was lifted off the ground and flew up, spitting out a jet of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily into a ventilation duct more than ten meters away.

The metal pipe was dented from being smashed.

Fat Tiger fell to the ground and struggled to get up, but seemed to have difficulty continuing.

Seeing this, Old Chen was extremely anxious.

We can't delay any longer; if we do, we'll be completely wiped out!
Now that the hostages have been rescued, the only task is to survive.

"Stop fighting, the mission is complete!"

Old Chen mustered all his strength and roared at his comrades who were still fighting hard:
"Everyone, immediately retreat into the stairwell and use the terrain to your advantage while fighting and retreating!"

The shout rang out across the noisy battlefield.

Upon hearing this, Feiying and Gian, who were originally prepared to fight to the death, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the iron cage, their eyes instantly lighting up.

However, before they could make a move, a chilling laugh seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"Want to go?"

The masked man began to speak.

The clown mask on his face looked particularly ferocious and eerie under the light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled intruders with disdain:
"Do you think you can just come and go as you please in Bloodthorn's territory?"

As he finished speaking, a terrifying and suffocating mental force erupted without reservation.

The entire rooftop seemed to tremble.

The ground was littered with steel bars, gravel, glass shards, and even the twisted remains of an iron gate.

At this moment, everything defied the laws of gravity and slowly floated into the air.

Densely packed, obscuring the night sky.

Each fragment vibrated under the influence of mental energy, emitting a buzzing sound.

At this moment, the masked man seemed to have transformed into the master of this space.

With just a thought, a barrage of "hidden weapons" would rain down, turning everyone in the Illuminati into mincemeat.

Despair gripped their hearts.

Fat Tiger leaned against the deformed pipe, looking at the countless sharp blades floating in the air, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Even Hiei's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

As for Eagle Eye and Old Chen, who were hiding behind cover, their eyes also dimmed.

Faced with overwhelming power, they were like lambs to the slaughter, with even escape becoming a luxury.

The Masked Man reveled in the thrill of controlling life and death, slowly raising his right hand and pointing his five fingers at the Illuminati.

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open."

He spoke calmly, his fingers slightly clenched, preparing to deliver the final judgment.

Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out from the darkness.

"You're the one who needs to open your eyes wide."

The sound wasn't loud, but it penetrated into the ears of everyone present with crystal clarity.

Everyone turned their heads sharply at that moment, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

In the dark shadows on the east side of the rooftop, a figure had appeared on the railing wall at some point.

The night wind howled, stirring the black hem of her dress.

He stood on the edge of a plane hundreds of meters in the air, his hands in his pockets.

Behind me were the city's dazzling neon lights and a bottomless abyss.

He looked down at the masked man from his high vantage point.

Those eyes shone with a captivating golden light, as if a god were gazing upon ants on the ground.

(End of this chapter)