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Chapter 506 Carrying the luggage
“I’ll carry her to the car first,” Ma Zhaodi said to the others. “Don’t rush. If anyone comes after me, you can take this opportunity to leave.”

Remembering his ability to suddenly disappear into the crowd, everyone understood. The mother, thinking more deeply, asked, "What if no one is chasing you?"

"Then the old man at the door will have to chase the cat again."

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Ma Zhaodi helped the sleeping woman slowly upstairs. He pushed open the white door and, as he passed the counter, the supermarket seemed to have returned to calm. The old man had sat back down, and the silly cat was nowhere to be seen—in fact, it was staying outside the store waiting for orders.

This is the first time I've used stealth to bring people along.

Master-level stealth is quite reliable, but Ma Zhaodi was still a little uneasy. If it were nighttime, he would be 100% confident that he could take the woman out without alerting anyone. But it was noon, broad daylight, and there were many people around. He was not sure if his ability to hide his presence could be used on this woman as well.

One step, two steps
As they walked through the aisle with the woman, several pairs of eyes still lingered on them. This proved that in broad daylight, concealment is not the same as invisibility; sufficient disguise is required, and the woman's scent was indeed very likely to attract attention.

Fortunately, the old man at the counter didn't seem to notice him, or perhaps he did notice but didn't intend to do anything, allowing Ma Zhaodi to carry him step by step to the supermarket entrance.

This situation relieved the trio who had been peeking through the crack in the door. They filed out and came to Ma Zhaodi's side one after another through the white door.

"Old Ma, I'll carry her on my back, you drive."

The three-wheeled vehicle, transformed into a Chevrolet, was right across the street. Ma Zhaodi nodded, handed the woman to Franky, who had volunteered to carry her, and the group quickly walked out of the supermarket.

Then he bumped into a group of people who also looked Filipino, patting their bellies, burping, humming tunes and singing.

Seeing the pistols faintly visible on the waists of the group of men, the expressions of the members of the Boys froze, and the expressions of the group of Filipinos also froze when they saw the woman on Franky's back.

Despite being in a bustling Chinatown, there was an eerie silence for a few seconds as the two sides stared at each other, their minds racing.

After thinking for a moment, Ma Zhaodi finally managed to blurt out, "Um, have you eaten?"

"Kill them! Don't let that woman get away!"

At the command of the leader on the other side, Franky immediately grabbed the woman and ran at full speed toward his Chevrolet—at this moment, his most important task was to get out of there quickly, not to wreak havoc on the streets.

Almost simultaneously, the gunmen behind them, along with Ma Zhaodi and the Butcher, all drew their guns, and a barrage of bullets rained down on each other and Franky.

Ma Zhaodi didn't use his unlimited ammo pistol this time, because that gun was special and would be easily remembered if used during the day. So, he used two pistols he had taken from the basement.

His pupils widened. His mastery of firearms allowed him to discern the trajectories of the bullets with just his ears. His enhanced reflexes and physical abilities gave him enough time to make slight movements. He twisted his body slightly to avoid the bullets hitting his vital organs, and began firing with both guns.

The reason I didn't dodge all the bullets was because doing so would make me seem like a superhuman, not a sharpshooter, and would easily attract Walter's full-scale investigation.

bang!

bang!

bang!

Amidst the rapid, popping sounds of gunfire, Ma Zhaodi's dual pistols began their reaping, the rhythmic and precise firing of the weapons drowning out the rest of the noise.

Prioritizing dealing with gunfire that threatened him, then dealing with weapons that might threaten him, Ma Zhaodi fired a shot that pierced the dominant hand of one of the gunmen. Within five seconds of the engagement, the enemy's firepower visibly dwindled to just two men, while he himself was only hit twice—one grazing his right abdomen, the other piercing his left leg. But the group seemed exceptionally fanatical; they switched hands and fired again. Ma Zhaodi simply repeated what he had just done, and within ten seconds, both of the gunmen's hands were riddled with holes, rendering them incapable of resistance. Ma Zhaodi suffered no new injuries.

The butcher and the breastfeeding mother were dumbfounded. They hadn't even had a chance to fire a few shots after they drew their guns when Ma Zhaodi, like an older brother, picked up two guns and fired them all. For some reason, when he was suppressing the gunmen, the two of them felt like they heard some strange music.

"I shouldered my pack, shouldered my pack—"

"What are you all standing there for? Run the hell out of here!"

At Ma Zhaodi's signal, the three of them immediately sprinted toward the Chevrolet. Fortunately, the citizens of Chinatown in New York were generally well-behaved. The moment the group pulled out their guns, the people around them immediately sensed something was wrong and scattered as quickly as possible. By the time the three of them reached the Chevrolet, the street was already deserted.

"They all run pretty fast."

The butcher was driving, with the mother in the passenger seat and the blood-soaked Ma Zhaodi in the back. A gourd in his arms automatically released a cloud of liquid, which flowed into his mouth.

"Go, go, go!"

The butcher floored the accelerator, and the Chevrolet sped off, leaving everyone else in the dust. Police sirens blared in the distance, and a group of gunmen gave chase. The scene was incredibly exciting and chaotic, like a classic car chase from a police thriller.

The strange music started playing again.

"The rain is still pouring down, aren't you scared—"

"Byd, stop the background music! It's killing me with your singing."

Ma Zhaodi reached out and pulled the silly cat down from the roof of the car, and confiscated the flute from its hand.

Franky then lifted the woman's coat, revealing a bullet hole from which blood was gushing. Ma Zhaodi could tell at a glance that the bullet had struck her heart.

"Frankie, are you hurt?"

"No, I was carrying her on my back, and she blocked all the bullets—damn! Quick, think of a way to save her! Old Ma, Old Ma! You're a wizard, you must have a way, right!"

"It is impossible to bring someone back to life."

Ma Zhaodi, who had just received a honeydew worm from the silly cat, reached out and felt the woman's pulse, a strange look appearing on his face.

"But she doesn't seem to be dead yet, and she's recovering on her own. It's just that her injuries are quite severe, so it will take a while."

He tore a small hole in her tattered clothes, revealing the skin underneath—where the bullet hole that should have been in her heart was now unmarked.

"Guess what, I found that her head was bleeding too."

Ma Zhaodi flipped her over, exposing the back of her head. Suddenly, a bullet rolled out of her hair, leaving a bloody hole through her skull in front of the two of them.

“Look, there’s even brain matter.”

(End of this chapter)