Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 233 [The Unbound]

Gravel and debris, mixed with smoke and dust, cascaded down like a waterfall.
Swish...

The two floors were smashed open one after the other, creating a large hole with a diameter of more than two meters, through which the night sky above the building could be seen.

Click!

Due to this sudden and massive destruction, the entire circuitry on the eighteenth floor malfunctioned, causing the lights to flicker on and off until they went out completely.

Thanks to its excellent design, the city lights outside shone in, so everyone's vision was not impaired and they could still see clearly.

A man fell from the sky.

She wore leather shoes, loose black trousers, and a short-sleeved shirt with a high-end paisley pattern printed on the fabric.

This is a very ordinary casual outfit, but the man's "physique" is unusually eye-catching.

Bloated—!?

wrong!

It's not bloated...

Instead, it has strong, firm, exceptionally robust, well-developed, and enormous "muscles"!

Height 190cm, weight at least 170kg!

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he had a distinct "inverted triangle" physique, which even loose clothing couldn't hide—his well-developed muscles covered his entire body.

Just look at her bare arms; they're unnaturally large, even thicker than a woman's waist!

He was about thirty or forty years old, with dark brown skin, and looked like he was of African descent.

With short black hair and a short mustache on his upper lip, he leisurely raised his eyebrows and smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

“...I am, Oliva.”

The man introduced himself, then shook off the dust with a light shake, his eyes scanning the surroundings, passing the scarred criminal and landing on the four people on the other side.

"Oh!"

Oliva was somewhat surprised, then stepped forward and shook hands with Shiraki.

The thick palm didn't exert any force, yet it felt like a tight, enveloping sensation, and it was quite warm, making blood circulation very smooth.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shiraki Cheng."

Oliva smiled and said, “I’ve seen the files—you defeated Dorian, and he’ll be imprisoned in Arizona State Prison.”

Bai Mucheng felt it felt good and couldn't help but hold it for a while longer before nodding in response, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

This was just an ordinary exchange, but when you looked up, Oliva was like a "muscular mountain" pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe!
Wang Ma couldn't help but swallow.

Yamashita Kazuo was breathing heavily, "Who, who exactly is this person...?"

"Olive."

Wu Fengshui's pupils trembled slightly, his black-and-white eyes looking at the man. "I've only heard of the 'legend,' I never thought I'd see the 'real person' today."

“Biscayne Oliva—”

"A Cuban-American man who reigns supreme in a lawless world, relying on unparalleled strength and intelligence!"

"Because no one on Earth is more free and unrestrained than him, he is known as Mr. Unchain—the Unbound One, who cannot be bound."

"If Baki's father is the 'strongest on earth,' then this Oliva is the universally acknowledged 'most free on earth'!"

He's a man who can't be contained.

Wu Fengshui looked up at the two floors that had been shattered by his bare hands. "I didn't expect that my 'physique' would be even more exaggerated than the legends say. I truly am [Unparalleled Superhuman Strength]..."

"—!"

Upon hearing this, Oliva suddenly stared at Wu Fengshui, his eyes wide open.

Afraid of upsetting the other party, Yamashita Kazuo, acting out of a sense of responsibility as a mature adult, reluctantly tried to smooth things over.

However, Oliva suddenly bowed slightly, as elegantly and gracefully as a gentleman.

"Thank you for the compliment, beautiful Lady."

He blinked his right eye. "As expected of the Wu clan, they have a wealth of information!"

"You can't forget something like this even if you want to..."

Wu Fengshui took a deep breath. "Olive—nominally a 'prisoner' in Arizona State Prison, yet he can freely enter and leave the prison and enjoys presidential-level living conditions while incarcerated."

Prisoner? Freedom? Presidential treatment?
Yamashita Kazuo was startled by these words and subconsciously asked, "Why...why?"

"Besides the fact that I can't be imprisoned, it's also because I'm an excellent 'hunter'."

Oliver responded nonchalantly, "I've arrested the vast majority of inmates in Arizona's state prisons. I can arrest any inmate, no matter what kind."

To Kazuo Yamashita, this explanation sounded as bizarre as an urban legend.

But having experienced so much recently, Yamashita Kazuo could understand. "Speaking of which, why would someone who is a prisoner help catch criminals?"

"Ah……"

Oliva straightened up, smiled at everyone, and said, "Leave both kidnappings and terrorist attacks to me."

"I will help IDEAL, the Bug Organization, and the remaining three escaped death row inmates."

"You want to know the reason?"

Oliva grinned, his voice low and menacing: "I will never allow them to be freer than me!!"

"..."

When these words came from Oliva's mouth, no one could refute them.

Even the scarred man with the terrifying face in the distance only interrupted him.

"Finished greetings? Mr. Oliva, do you remember me?"

The scarred man, holding a shotgun, displayed his grotesque, scarred face. "I am Jeff Maxon, a former New York State Police officer."

Seeing that Oliva didn't respond, Jeff continued:
“Twenty-four years ago, on 7th Street in Manhattan, I was using my position to earn some extra money from hippies when you suddenly appeared behind me.”

"I was furious and kicked you, but you treated me like a monkey, inflicting horrific physical damage on me."

“My face, my arms, my legs—all destroyed, leaving me barely breathing, my body shattered, struggling on the verge of death.”

"Can you imagine my life after this?"

Jeff's face grew increasingly grim as he raised his gun and aimed it at Oliva. "I've wanted to see you again for 24 years."

"I'll make you regret it, regret not killing me that day..."

Jeff's tone was very calm.

Having prepared for 24 years, he had long since turned his anger into action, and he didn't mind waiting a little longer; he even wanted to take a few more glances at Oliva.

He tilted his head to signal Oliva to come forward.

Oliva slowly took a step forward, facing the dark muzzle of the gun, but couldn't help laughing along the way.

"What a huge misunderstanding."

Looking at Jeff, Oliver grinned. "You're a vintage wine poured into the barrel over twenty years ago, and now I'm about to pull the plug and slowly pour it into a glass..." "It makes me happy, excited..."

"..."

Oliva murmured to himself and, at Jeff's prompting, stopped two or three meters away.

Click!

Jeff cocked his shotgun, wary of any tricks Olba might pull, and said, "Take off your clothes—both top and bottom."

Oliva did as he wished.

He took off his shirt, then his loose trousers, until he was left with only a pair of black briefs.

"Is that enough, Jeff? There are ladies here after all..."

Oliva stood still with a smile.

His bulging, well-developed muscles were even more exaggerated than Hao Hongye's "super physique," covering his entire body like armor, resembling a living textbook of muscles, with each muscle clearly defined.

Seeing this, even Jeff, who was in control, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"I see, no wonder even I, a police officer, couldn't beat you..."

His finger was already on the trigger. "It wasn't for nothing that I waited all these years."

Oliva, however, didn't care at all. "Let's celebrate our reunion, Jeff."

"Ah……"

Jeff gave a cold laugh and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Shotgun fire.

At the same time, Oliva took a half step forward with his left leg, using his thigh muscles to protect and block, while raising both arms to shield his head.

puff!
The smoke from the gunpowder instantly engulfed Oliva's entire body.

Jeff reloaded his shotgun and continued to fire bullets at the naked Oliva.

boom!boom!boom……

Jeff fired five or six rounds until the magazine was completely empty before finally stopping.

At this moment, Oliva was surrounded by gunpowder smoke.

There were more than a hundred bullet holes the size of soybeans on his arms and thighs, from which blood flowed and dripped onto the ground.

"It hit—?!"

Yamashita Kazuo's eyes widened, and he almost cried out in surprise, but he quickly realized that something was wrong.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the places where Oliva was bleeding were just "broken skin"!
Despite being at close range of less than three meters, the shotgun bullets did not cause any real damage; instead, they were all blocked by Oliva's muscles!
Its exaggerated muscle density makes its defense almost as strong as steel!

"Ah……"

Oliva smiled and exerted a little force throughout his body.

With a series of "plop plop plop" sounds, the steel balls embedded in his skin were ejected one by one and fell to the ground with a gurgling sound.

"This gun's caliber is too small, isn't it, Jeff?"

Oliva resumed his standing posture and said leisurely, "Shotguns can't take me down, just like they can't take down large wild beasts; they can't penetrate our 'armor'."

Jeff gave a chilling smirk. "I knew it."

"Oh?"

Oliva was somewhat pleased. "Looks like you have other tricks up your sleeve, but if it's a large-caliber rifle, I'll act before you do!"

Jeff did not respond, but instead raised his hands and drew a hidden "katana" from behind his back.

He knew, of course, that once he used a large-caliber firearm, Oliva would strike first, and he would have no chance of winning.

In that case, we might as well take advantage of the opponent's "carelessness" and create an opportunity to attack at close range.

The shotgun was just a decoy, a trap to lull Oliva into a false sense of security; the real killing move was the sharp katana!
Swish!
Jeff swung his samurai sword down, but Oliva dodged it by sidestepping.

"I knew you'd try to hide like this!"

Jeff stepped to the side, sheathed his knife, aimed at Oliva's heart, and thrust the tip of the blade out with all his might!
Swish!
The knife tip struck Oliva squarely in the left chest.

To Jeff's utter surprise, the knife tip didn't pierce through his body; instead, it remained stuck in place, penetrating less than a millimeter deep, without even drawing a few drops of blood.

"—?!"

Jeff was startled and before he could react, the blade was grabbed by Oliva and stuck there, unable to move.

"My heart is protected by a steel plate; even a samurai sword can't pierce it."

Oliva sighed. "You're so boring."

Swish!
Before he finished speaking, Oliva twisted his chest to the left, snapping the blade of the samurai sword in two.

At the same time, he threw out his right fist, which landed heavily on Jeff's chest.

boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

Jeff's chest dented and deformed as he was sent flying backward, crashing through an eighteenth-floor window with a "crack" before plummeting to the ground.

call out……

Jeff would surely die if he fell from such a high floor.

But in fact, everyone else at the scene could see that before he fell, Jeff had already died on the spot from a blow to the chest that flattened his chest cavity.

It was a fatal blow!
"He's still unrepentant after 24 years, he deserves it..."

Oliva withdrew his fist, turned around, picked up his clothes from the ground, put them on, and looked back at the four people behind him.

"Everyone, there's no need to be so concerned about saving face."

He shook his finger a few times and said with a kind smile, "I will send the hostages home safely. Just wait patiently, and I will resolve this quickly."

After saying that, Oliva went downstairs.

Seeing this, Yamashita Kazuo sighed helplessly.

During his time with Mr. Wang Ma, he had come to understand the general personality traits of these fighters.

How could this group of people possibly wait obediently?

...Moreover, Mr. Oliva's words only added fuel to the fire.

Turning my head, I saw that was indeed the case.

Both Mr. Wangma and Mr. Shiraki were eager to fight, and even felt slightly displeased, as if they had been looked down upon by Oliva.

"As expected, they wouldn't just leave like that..."

Yamashita Kazuo, having given up all hope, saw that the other three had also come downstairs, so he quickly followed them.

That said, how many more "monsters" are there in this building...?

(End of this chapter)