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Chapter 685 Fleeing to Japan? (Third Update!)

Before the man could even reach out, Allen slapped his hand away. Seeing this, the woman next to him quickly stepped forward, but Chris blocked her way after only two steps, looking at her and letting out a series of chuckles.

Noticing the malicious gaze, the woman's face darkened, and she kicked Chris in the groin. However, she did not expect that the somewhat thin old man in front of her would react faster than she did.

The kick not only missed the opponent, but the opponent grabbed the calf instead. The next second, the sensation of the calf being stroked came firmly from the calf muscle.

The woman screamed and immediately pulled out a pistol from her bosom. Because she needed to hide the gun, the action of drawing it was a little delayed.

"Holy shit!" Chris saw everything the woman did and knew she was about to draw her gun, so he screamed as well.

Taking advantage of the moment of screaming, he bent over, stretched out his right arm, and made a standard lunge forward motion. In just one second, his right arm joint had already hit the woman's chest.

Then came another punch, this time landing squarely on the woman's lower abdomen, knocking her unconscious.

The woman had just drawn her gun when the sudden movement caused her to stagger. Her right index finger, gripping the gun, instinctively pulled the trigger, firing two shots.

Both shots went into the air and missed.

The sudden gunshot startled those around them. The next second, they screamed and scattered in all directions.

The gunshot made the woman's companion turn around, but in the brief moment he turned, Allen's strong hands landed on his neck. Without a second's hesitation, Allen grabbed his head and twisted it like a bottle cap.

With a snap, the man turned his head back, but his eyes had lost their sparkle and were filled with confusion.

Alan subtly grabbed the man and, together with Chris, dragged them into a nearby alley, taking all their money and guns. Then, he turned and followed the crowd toward the building where Sylvester was.

Before I even reached the entrance, I was stopped by the building's security guards.

They didn't cause any trouble, but instead followed the flow of people and the security guard's instructions to walk to the side.

I had only taken a few steps when an alarm sounded from the building in front of me.

Upon hearing the noise, the security guards at the entrance hurriedly ran back into the building, leaving the crowd that had just been brought under control feeling a bit of annoyance.

There's shooting over there, and a fire here.

Is this still America?
Is this still New York?
Left with no other choice, the crowd moved in another direction.

Following the flow of people, Chris lay down on the ground, and Allen cried out as he dragged him out of the crowd to the roadside that was the only way to exit the building.

Before long, a group of people ran out of the building's exit one after another. They ran to the open space in a panic, looking at the building with lingering fear, while taking out their mobile phones and making calls incessantly.

And so, Alan and Chris blended perfectly into the crowd.

The two had been crying for only a few minutes when Adria appeared from another corner, slowly approaching them from behind. After figuring out what was going on, he turned around and started fighting with Allen.

The two men fought for a while, but neither of them hurt the other. Just then, a long Lincoln sedan slowly drove up from not far away.

The person sitting in the car was naturally Sylvester, who was currently sitting in the back seat, angrily holding a woman.

The woman was trying to cheer him up when she saw Chris lying on the roadside and two people fighting like they were dancing next to him. She quickly called to Sylvester and told him to look out the window.

The car was turning a corner, and Sylvester looked out the window, immediately spotting the two men fighting.

My eyes immediately fell on the person on the left.

That face looked a lot like his father's, except the other person had hair...

The next second, his eyes widened to their maximum.

Hair can be fake!
Regardless, let's get this person under control first!
He immediately rolled down the car window and shouted to the bodyguard sitting in the front seat, "Grab those two fighting over there right now!"

The bodyguard in the driver's seat slammed on the brakes, while the bodyguard in the passenger's seat shoved the door open.

The bodyguard vehicle following behind the car also stopped quickly. Just as they were about to open the car door, the two people who were fighting suddenly stopped. The person on the right suddenly raised his hand, revealing a gun in his hand.

The road is not wide, and the distance between the two sides is not far, only about 10 meters.

The instant he saw the gun barrel, Sylvester instinctively tried to close the window, but it was too late.

In the hands of this World War II veteran, the Glock 18 was like a divine weapon. In the blink of an eye, all the bullets in the magazine were emptied, and they all hit Sylvester in the head.

When the bullets ran out, Allen turned and ran, and Chris sprang up from the ground and followed him as they ran outside.

Adria, who was standing to the side, turned around, glanced at her son, then turned and ran!
The entire shooting lasted less than 20 seconds. The woman in the Lincoln screamed as she looked at Sylvester, whose head had been smashed to pieces.

Inside the bodyguard vehicle behind the Lincoln, the bodyguards were still in the position of pushing the door open, unsure whether they should push the door open to get out or close the door to get in.

The people they were protecting are all dead, this is infuriating...

Several dozen seconds later, those who had been hiding in the shadows received the message and rushed over. When they saw that Sylvester was already dead, the group of people were so angry that they cursed.

On the other side, in the crowd, Adria and her two companions followed the flow of people, running into the nearest building, then coming out from the other end of the building, and then running into another building. They went through these buildings several times before finally returning to the street.

Thanks to America's human rights organization, there were not many surveillance cameras on the streets. In addition, they had already scouted the area beforehand, and the three of them quickly appeared under a bridge along a street without surveillance cameras.

Crouching in the bridge arch, Allen asked Adria beside him, "Your son is dead too, where are the resources you promised?"

In response to his question, Adria naturally spread her hands, revealing her newly grown white teeth: "Now is not the time to take resources!"

“I am missing, my most capable son is dead, and the rest are all useless. Those useless people can’t protect those things, and no one else can watch those things rot in the hands of my useless descendants.”

"They'll definitely steal it!"

"When they're grabbing resources, they'll use every means possible. At this point, what we should do most is not to go out and grab any resources, but to find a place to hide and survive."

These words made Allen instantly realize that they had been tricked by Adria. He let out a soft sigh, took out the Glock 18 that he had just captured, and loaded the remaining bullets into the magazine one by one.

With the bullets loaded, I aimed at the water ahead: "So, where to go?"

Judging from his actions, Adria knew that the other party intended to kill him. He knew that if he didn't give the other party a reasonable explanation, the bullets from the Glock 18 would soon hit him in the head, and all of them.

Recalling the image of his son's head being smashed open, Adria shook his head slightly. During the past few days on the run, he had felt the vitality of his new body.

He didn't want to die at all.

All he wanted was to live well in this body, to live longer, longer than anyone else; if he could, he even wanted to live forever. Just as he was about to put on a serious act again, the muzzle of the Glock 18 was already pressed against his forehead, as if if he didn't speak the next second, all the bullets would pierce his forehead.

Feeling the coldness on her forehead, Adria spoke softly:

"Let's go to Japan!"

The word "Japan" made Allen subconsciously frown. He had experienced the later stages of World War II and had also fought alongside the Japanese in the Korean War, so he did not have a good impression of the Japanese.

Moreover, the three of them look distinctly different from Japanese people. Going to Japan would be like three bright light bulbs being plunged into darkness.

Just as I was about to ask, Adria across from me spoke up, "When I was in power, I was secretly investing in several Japanese pharmaceutical companies."

“The connection with the conglomerate was severed. Once I was in Japan, I could take money from these pharmaceutical companies as a secret director.”

"Also, if I'm not mistaken, there's a big problem with the medication you were given, or rather, the medications we're given are incomplete."

"Further medication is needed."

“If we don’t fix this, then in the near future, I might turn back into that old man, and you might turn back into an old man too. As for the person next to you, he’ll probably just die.”

Adria's words made Allen move the gun in his hand a little to the side. In the days since they escaped from the research institute, they had been fleeing towards New York.

On their escape, the three people, each in a different state, also shared information about their physical condition.

The three were in different states, but they all had one thing in common: they were all exhausted.

Or, in other words, one needs to constantly consume high-energy foods.

Protein, sugar.

The amount they ingested was about two to three times more than when they were young and when they fought the hardest on the battlefield.

They could understand this intake level, after all, someone who could disassemble and weld a rain grate with his bare hands would have a much bigger problem if he didn't even have this much intake.

However, Adria hadn't mentioned the relevant medicine at all in the past few days, and now that she was bringing it up again, Allen was very suspicious.

Sensing his suspicion, Adria raised a finger and continued explaining to the man in front of her: "First, I need to correct something deeply ingrained in your mind."

"That medicine is not from America, but from China, across the sea, the country you once fought."

“I received the relevant medication in Huaxia, and my injection procedure was more complete than yours.”

"Judging from your appearance and strength, you seem to be more well-rounded, but based on the observations over the past few days, apart from your diet and sleep, your other physical signs are not very good."

“And this Lieutenant Chris next to you is in a worse situation than you.”

"I believe you can sense these things yourself! I don't need to say more!"

"If you want to live a better life, or if you want to avenge your companions, then this is the only way for you."

"We'll go to Japan first, use it as a springboard, and then contact people in China."

"But there is a high chance that we will not be able to contact them."

"Then we'll have to figure out a way ourselves, either develop a drug using our own blood as a sample, or... steal it!"

Allen astutely picked up on another option in Adria's words.

Grab it!
He narrowed his eyes, the gun barrel returning to Adria's brow: "What do you mean by 'taking a gun'?"

Feeling the coolness on her forehead, Adria raised her hands: "When I returned from China, I brought back a total of six months' worth of medicine."

"Three doses of medicine each month, for a total of 18 doses."

"One of them was used on you. If things go well, there should be 17 left."

"Because based on my understanding of those guys, they won't stick a drug of unknown origin into their heads until they're safe."

"However, there may be unexpected events."

"Those old geezers completely disregarded everything and just stuck the medicine into their own heads."

"Where are these medicines?" Allen asked in a low voice, his gun naturally moving forward slightly.

The gun barrel pressed against his forehead; it was a little cold and a little painful. Adria chuckled and spread his hands: "I don't know!"

"The night I was taken into custody, the batch of drugs ended up in President Barack's hands. I don't know if that black guy will use it to win people over, so I don't know where it is."

"Based on what I know of Barack, this thing is either in the White House, or in the George Bush intelligence center, or in the Pentagon."

"These three places are heavily guarded; you have no chance of taking them!"

"So come to Japan with me!"

The next second, Adria noticed that the gun barrel on his forehead had been moved away. Just as he was about to be happy, the gun barrel that had just been moved away suddenly returned to his brow.

Sparks flew from the muzzle, bullets ricocheted from the barrel, entered Adria's forehead, and exited from the back of his head, scattering red and white bullets all over the ground.

Allen's sudden firing of the gun startled Chris, especially with the red and white gunshots scattering all over the ground, which made Chris even more annoyed.

He squinted and complained, "Can't you just twist his neck?"

"If you make a mess like this, it will easily cause panic among other people, and panic will easily lead to an investigation."

Allen holstered his gun, casually wiping the barrel. "Let's call the police!"

"Are you crazy!" Chris screamed. "Calling the police would be like pushing ourselves into a fire pit!"

“That’s why I killed him!” Allen kicked the corpse on the ground, then crouched down and fired two shots at Adria’s chest.

After confirming that Adria was completely dead, Allen put away his gun and asked Chris, who was standing next to him, "Tell me, if those people find Adria's body, do you think they'll take it back and experiment on it?"

These words struck Chris like a chord, and his eyes lit up: "They are the most likely to send this body to where those potions are located!"

(End of this chapter)