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Chapter 344 The Divine Power of the Cart

P.S.: Sorry
Ma Zhaodi desperately wanted to send Denton back to the basement via text message, but unfortunately, Denton had nothing on him. All his personal belongings were on the clone impersonating him.

Denton had just experienced a murder firsthand using a clone, and still in shock after surviving the ordeal, he practically crawled out of the basement step by step.

He gripped the wall with trembling hands. The phantom pain of having his muscles and ribs severed still lingered within him, but the most terrifying sensation was the feeling of his heart being cleaved open by a hand chop. That pain was not only physical but also etched deep into his brain.

The feeling of powerlessness as blood stops flowing, the near-death sensation of gradually losing consciousness, the suffocating feeling of seawater filling the nose and lungs.
Between life and death lies great terror. Denton barely managed to maintain his movements, his gait stiff as he went upstairs. He needed to first confirm Elizabeth's safety.

To his relief, his wife was fast asleep in bed.

He went to the window and looked at Elizabeth's somewhat blurry face in the darkness. The phantom pain and trembling in his body gradually stopped.

A peaceful and even soft breathing sounded rhythmically in the darkness, and her body rose and fell gently with her breath, as if she were dreaming of a vacation.

Denton looked at her quietly for a minute, then stood up, kissed her on the forehead, and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

At this point, he calmed down a bit, so he went back to the living room, found the cell phone the man in yellow had left on the table, and prepared to buy two tickets to Santorini immediately.

However, when he picked up his phone, he saw a yellow shadow reflected on the black screen.

The shadow stood under the moon, silently watching him.

Denton's sensitive nerves suddenly exploded at this moment; his brain trembled, his cells screamed, and his brain matter boiled.

The body—the body cannot make any movement.

He froze in place, gripped by fear.

"A very simple question." The man in yellow's broken and eerie voice became slow and deliberate: "When a person has the ability to split themselves, who can be sure whether the one killed is the clone or the original?"

"In other words, if a person has the ability to split himself, then why would he reveal his true self to the outside? Moreover, Steig is not a good person either; he might use any means to deal with his opponents."

“Fortunately, I don’t need to worry about that, Denton. I have a way of finding out who I killed—of course, I can’t tell you.”

"The question now is, where is the original entity?"

With each sentence the man in yellow spoke, he took a step toward Denton. He could have easily circled behind Denton in an instant, but he chose to exert immense pressure on him in this way.

"Do you think I'd tell you my location?" Denton asked, trying to sound calm. "So you could kill me so easily?"

“Oh, that’s easy.” The man in yellow sneered. “I don’t need any high-tech methods or special techniques. I just need to run upstairs and cut Elizabeth’s fingers with a chop, and you’ll obediently hand over your position.”

“Tell me your location, and I’ll kill you once. If I don’t manage to kill your true form, I’ll cut off one of your fingers, and after ten times I’ll cut off your toes, and then the rest of your body. But actually, I suggest you tell me your real location the first time, because I don’t really want her to see me.”

"What do you think? Should we let her suffer to death, or let her sleep soundly until tomorrow?"

Looking into the man in yellow's blood-red eyes, Denton had no doubts; he knew the man was truly capable of such a thing.

"You bastard, you're a complete idiot, you're not even human!"

Faced with Denton's angry outburst, the man in yellow showed no sign of shame or anger.

"Hurry, Mr. Denton, hurry." The cold voice was completely flat: "In three seconds, I will decide to kill the one in front of me first."

“My opinion is simple: I bet you won’t kiss your wife with a clone; you’ll be with her in your original form.”

“I’ve already played my card, Mr. Black,” the man in yellow said, walking up to Denton. “Now, it’s your turn.” Denton watched as the man raised a hand, the palm flashing like a death scythe, representing an inescapable fate of death.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "If I really tell you my position, how can I be sure you won't do anything to Elizabeth?"

"What good would it do me to complicate things? I don't even want to show up tonight unless absolutely necessary."

"You want me to place my hopes solely on your promise? The promise of a deranged serial killer?"

"You have no choice."

"."

After a moment of silence, Denton finally answered, "You guessed right, I am the original."

"very good."

A smile crept across the man in yellow's lips: "Ready to face your destiny, Blake?"

"Fuck you."

"A rather unoriginal last message."

The hand chopped through Denton's chest in the next instant.

He felt death spreading through his body again, and in the last moment before his consciousness faded, a trace of resentment still flashed through his mind.

I really want to heal her myself.

After the crimson lightning disappeared from the room again with Denton, Ma Zhaodi immediately turned on another location on his phone.

Looking at the two overlapping red dots, Sanbengzi couldn't help but comment, "This guy threw Denton's main body and Denton's clone into the same coordinates, both in the sea."

"What a twisted sense of humor."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up with the backup plan, Silly Cat—Silly Cat! Where did you go at such a crucial time?"

The three-wheeled vehicle immediately replied, "The instant the coordinates were confirmed, the silly cat suddenly pulled out a wooden cart from somewhere and then disappeared."

Ma Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief: "It disappeared, that's good. I thought it would have to run all the way there."

"In that case, by the time the silly cat reaches the beach, Denton will probably be dead already."

"Don't talk nonsense. Once the CatCar has chosen its target, the target will always have a last breath. We were lucky this time. The CatCar only started after Reverse-Flash left. If it had started on the spot in the villa, we would never have peace and quiet again."

In the blink of an eye, the silly cat suddenly reappeared behind the two, dragging a small wooden cart. With a quick jolt and a lift, Denton, who was lying on the cart, rolled to the ground.

It looks rather tragic.

Why didn't you take it back inside?

"But boss, this is our camp, meow?"

The man and the cat stared at each other, while Denton, who had been thrown around and was completely disoriented, finally got back up from the ground.

(End of this chapter)