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Chapter 376 Saipan, Transformation!

Jack, his face cold, approached step by step.

Ignoring Allen's warnings, they appeared to be in a desperate struggle with nowhere to run.

Bang!

The ground collapsed.

Jack fell hard into the pit.

Allen and Morgan exchanged a glance, and both couldn't suppress the smirk on their faces.

"I told you not to come over, why didn't you listen?"

Allen squatted on the edge of the pit, looking at Jack lying in it, and sighed, "Young people these days just don't listen to advice."

"Grandpa, he's really silly."

Morgan knelt down, picked up a branch, and stretched it into the pit, saying kindly, "Got it, I'll get you out."

You're a really nice person.

I really thank you and your family.

Jack, lying in the pit, tried to get up but unexpectedly discovered that the pit was filled with lubricant.

I can't even stand up straight; there's no point of leverage at all.

"Boss!"

A rustling sound followed.

A group of desperate warriors and armed bandits arrived to provide support.

The first thing I noticed about the target was Jack in the pit, covered in lubricant, struggling like a mudfish.

"Never mind me, kill this lunatic first, then take back the hostages," Jack roared.

"yes!"

The Desperate Warriors who surrounded him were already glowing with rage, their eyes filled with murderous intent as they looked at Allen.

"If you come any closer, I'll kill myself right here."

Allen, holding Morgan, retreated to the edge of the cliff.

Clearly, they didn't care whether Allen lived or died; they only cared about bringing back a living Morgan.

The warriors exchanged glances, intending to pounce on their target and subdue him when he was off guard.

In the end, it was too late.

"goodbye."

Allen turned and leaped off the cliff, which was hundreds of meters high.

Several Extremis warriors quickly leaned against the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see Allen skiing on the sloping mountainside, using a round shield as a springboard.

"Hey... I'm the intestinal speed skating champion."

"Ah... I'm going to die!"

The cheerful voices of Allen and Morgan echoed through the mountains, then vanished from sight in an instant.

Falling from such a height, even Extremis warriors can't guarantee they'll survive.

The main uncertainty is whether he will survive the fall and the head injury.

After all, the only weakness is the brain.

The numerous armed robbers launched a rescue operation, as the leader couldn't leave the deep pit by himself.

The lubricant is silky smooth, but it slips easily with the slightest pressure.

Jack pushed off with his legs and slammed his head so hard that his mouth was full of sticky, slimy liquid.

It is obvious that this must be one of the special weapons developed by Allen.

"Tie the ropes together, tie the eldest brother up, and pull him up."

Shortly afterward, ropes specifically designed for binding people were joined together and thrown into the pit.

Jack put it on and tied several tight knots, inevitably getting a lot of lubricant on his clothes during the process.

"One, two, three, pull!"

The crowd pulled on the ropes to stretch them outwards.

hiss…

With just a little force, the knot in the rope comes undone, as if there were no friction at all.

A completely unscientific product.

"It won't work."

He couldn't lift it at all; Jack only felt the rope brushing against his body.

"How about we form a human ladder?"

"We have no choice but to give it a try."

After discussing it, the several warriors from the desperate situation forced all the armed bandits to jump into the pit.

They hoped to rescue Jack by forming a human ladder.

In reality, they viewed the bandits as mere tools whose lives were insignificant; the important thing was Jack, who was Killian's brother and could not be harmed in any way, or they would all perish with him.

One bandit after another jumped into the pit.

However, a terrifying problem was discovered: they were simply unable to cooperate.

Each person is like a mudfish; they can't even stand up, let alone help each other up, like a group of rats falling into an oil vat.

"I've got an idea. Let's all work together and dig out a channel to the top."

While they were busy with rescue efforts.

A portal appeared out of thin air.

Allen and Morgan returned.

"You dare come back!"

This move left the Extremis completely baffled; it was simply a bizarre thought process.

Logically speaking, one should be grateful for escaping successfully, but instead came back to die; it's really too much of a rip-off.

"Many sacks of balls."

Allen calmly replied, "Don't you want to know what liquid is in the pit?"

"What liquid?" Jack, sitting in the pit, looked up and asked.

Allen looked down at his genitals with a meaningful smile.

Instantly, Jack's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Holy shit, @#￥￥O##……"

Immediately, the armed bandits in the pit felt they were unclean and desperately tried to climb out.

Unfortunately, he climbed again and again, fell again and again, and was so anxious that he almost cried.

The disdain in the eyes of the several Extremist warriors at the edge of the crater was hard to conceal.

Tut tut...

I feel like I can't get properly clean even after taking a shower.

It's so dirty.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush," Allen said with a sly grin.

"Knock on, @#*#￥*#…, vomit…, ￥#￥#…, vomit…"

Having lost his mind, Jack cursed wildly while simultaneously feeling nauseous.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with him?" Morgan asked, looking puzzled.

"This is morning sickness."

Allen stroked his chin seriously and asked in confusion, "How can a man have morning sickness? I didn't use any strange ingredients, just substances extracted from aloe vera and cactus."

Forehead…

It turns out to be a purely natural extract.

They were disgusted for nothing.

That guy deserves to die; he deliberately gave me suggestive looks, which led me astray.

"Never mind me, hurry up and arrest them," Jack urged, giving the order.

"Wait!"

Just as the Extremis were about to make their move, Allen confidently shouted, "It's not that I look down on you, but I doubt you could even beat my granddaughter."

"..."

All eyes turned to Morgan, who felt as if they were being played with a cruel joke.

She was just a six-year-old girl, while the Extremis warrior could crush a rock with ease; it was a completely different story.

"Are you stalling for time?" someone asked with a stern face.

I can't think of any other reason besides stalling for time.

Their return was simply an attempt to capture them all in one fell swoop.

"No, no, no..."

Allen waved his hand and said, "You've misunderstood. I just wanted my granddaughter to experience what it's like to be a superhero."

"..."

This is even more difficult to understand.

How can a six-year-old experience this? Even if they successfully receive the super serum and Extremis virus, they might not be able to defeat an adult Extremis warrior.

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Allen could only prove it with his actions.

He removed the toilet plunger from his waist and reminded her, "Morgan, hold my magic weapon."

"OK."

Morgan followed the instructions, gripped the bar, tilted his head, and asked, "And then?"

"Say 'Saipan Transformation' aloud with me!"

"Aww!"

At this moment, the desperate warrior and the armed robber held their breath, watching to see what tricks the big and small were going to pull.

"Saipan, transform!"

boom!

A deafening clap of thunder followed.

Immediately following, a blinding bolt of lightning struck.

(End of this chapter)