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Chapter 549 Walter's Big Hands Aren't Clean
call out--

bia!

Storm landed with a loud thud, but thanks to her superhuman abilities, she was barely injured; the fall only created a large crater in the grass.

It's a pity it's grass; it would be better if it were a concrete surface.

The thought flashed through Frankie's mind, but then he heard the mother let out a long sigh and then curse.

"Oh my god, is this what witchcraft looks like? Or has witchcraft caught up with the times now?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the three of them saw the robot, which looked like it had stepped out of a science fiction movie, unleash a palm strike from the sky with the silly cat—no, it wasn't a palm strike, it was hard to describe what it was.

Thousands of meters in the air, a three-wheeled vehicle, only the size of a person, headfirst, hurtled towards Storm, who was posing as Yamcha after crashing into a crater on the ground.

"Meow (dash meow)! Meow (dash meow)!"

boom--

The three-wheeled vehicle's back exposed its thrusters, and with a sufficient supply of energy blocks, its violent tail flames shot out a full half meter, carrying its body downwards with unstoppable, terrifying acceleration.

"Just like her! Klee, my beloved horse!"

A strange male voice suddenly blared from the three-wheeled vehicle's stereo, causing the robot's previously cold and ruthless expression to darken abruptly. She immediately turned off the stereo, but the abstract "b" sound was still uttered.

She only regretted that seeing Ma Zhaodi act so normally for so long, she had forgotten that he was originally an abstract master, and also a very despicable one.

It's like seeing your husky with its innocent and pure eyes makes you forget how many sofas it has destroyed.

Damn it, I miscalculated. That voice message was clearly pre-recorded and pre-triggered—I'll check my system when I get back to see where that bastard has tampered with my body without my knowledge.

Of course, what is a scene of death for a three-wheeled vehicle is a real near-death experience for Storm.

Is it scary?

Yes, it's terrifying.

The Storm Girl, still under the effects of paralysis on the ground, stared wide-eyed like a copper bell. She watched helplessly as the enemy swooped down madly, and with a sharp sonic boom, a small shockwave of air exploded outwards.

Regardless of what kind of engine that monster robot used for acceleration, it went supersonic after that collision.

The most critical issue was that, just as it was about to land, the three-wheeled vehicle's body began to deform again.

Cool cool cool kaka——

During the harmonious transformation and switching of the mechanical module components, the human-sized robot suddenly reverted to that old, dilapidated Toyota car—but its speed remained unchanged.

However, the weight of a three-wheeled vehicle does change when it changes size; whether the Toyota in front of you is old or brand new, its weight is still there.

The terrifying supersonic Cybertronian technology, weighing approximately 1.5 tons, finally struck the ground.

boom!
The deafening roar and shockwave sent mud and grass flying everywhere. A huge crater, the size of a car, was smashed into the ground, with soil and rocks collapsing. Amidst the chaos, Franky and his companions couldn't see the depth of the crater, but Storm's body had indeed completely disappeared into the ground and vanished from sight.

A moment later, the three-wheeled vehicle and the silly cat, now in human form, jumped out of the pit as if nothing had happened, dusted themselves off, and the three-wheeled vehicle transformed back into the inconspicuous, harmless old Toyota car.

Franky and his two companions were stunned.

At this moment, the three of them couldn't help but recall what Ma Zhaodi had said before he left.

"This vehicle has been specially modified."

"I added some cutting-edge technology to it so that it can drive itself."

"I added Superman's character to it—"

"Go to hell!" Franky's curse interrupted Breast Milk's thoughts. "This is what you call 'special modification'? This is what you call 'a bit of black technology'? To put it bluntly, Superman's communicator is completely useless!" Breast Milk nodded sheepishly, agreeing with Franky.

Can that be called vehicle modification? That's called genetic mutation. No matter how much you modify an old car, at least what you get is still a car.

As their thoughts raced, the two saw the cat and the three-wheeled vehicle pull Storm Girl out of the pit in the distance—clearly, judging from her deformed and twisted limbs, the large amount of blood gushing from her mouth and nose, and the fact that her whole body was flattened, the three-wheeled vehicle's dimensional reduction attack should have had some effect.

At least this person is currently exhaling more than inhaling.

Seeing that the sci-fi-like car and the seemingly silly cat dragged the nearly dead Storm Girl back, the three of them gritted their teeth and went over to check her out. They found that she had an incredibly strong will to live. Even in this critical state, she was not going to die on the spot, and the risk of her recovery was extremely high.

Unless they help Storm.

"Is that all?"

Franky couldn't help but scratch his head. He had just faced Storm's terrifying lightning powers, but now the matter was resolved.

I thought that only Kimiko and Superman could win this battle with difficulty, but I didn't expect that the opponent's fighting power seemed a bit outrageous. Kimiko could barely even delay the opponent.

They actually won with just a cat and something that could be called a car, and they won very quickly.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Let's stick to the plan."

Breast Milk sighed: "Thinking about it carefully, I just realized that Storm can fly. Old Ma saw her flying at high speed in the sky last time. How could they only let the few of us who don't have anti-air capabilities deal with her?"

"I still hope that next time he can speak frankly about what's going on, otherwise the scene can be really frightening."

Franky took out his phone and made a video call to Ma Zhaodi, showing him the surrendered crowd in the mental hospital and the dying Storm Girl, indicating that things were done here and it was time to notify the CIA to clean up the mess.

"Understood, they'll be here soon."

Ma Zhaodi simply replied to the three of them with a few words: "We also had some unexpected gains here, let's talk about it later."

The call was hung up.

Frankie and the breast milk stared at each other in bewilderment.

"What happened to Ma Zhaodi?"

"I don't know, but it sounds like something important and urgent."

This is indeed an important and urgent matter.

Just as the mothers were launching their attack on the mental hospital, Ma Zhaodi was planning to watch TV to see when the second news story would break, but instead received a phone call from the Butcher.

"Something's wrong, something's happened."

On the phone, Butcher's voice was filled with anger: "Those bastards from the CIA messed things up; the witness we sent over is dead."

"The witness is dead?"

Ma Zhaodi was taken aback: "You mean Aquino? That unlucky guy who was the only remaining shining star?"

“That’s right, that woman Susan Reina said that her head was blown off during the hostage exchange ten minutes ago—it exploded out of thin air.”

Ma Zhaodi sighed.

"Walter really does dirty things."

(End of this chapter)