It was autumn now. The autumn wind carried a chill, stirring up the fallen red maple leaves along both sides of the road.
Alex stepped outside. The sunlight brought a trace of warmth to his stern face, seeming to soften even his lenses. A cool autumn breeze blew toward him, gently lifting his hair and brushing against his skin, leaving behind a faint tickling sensation.
Expressionless, Alex walked out through the door under the chilly autumn breeze and headed toward the garage on one side of the front yard.
He did not feel much about lightly hitting Barry. He felt neither pleasure nor embarrassment.
He felt that what Barry had done deserved several broken ribs. In Alex's opinion, not crippling Barry was already more than generous.
'Beep.'
He pressed the automatic rolling garage door button. Before the garage door had fully risen, Alex bent down and entered the garage, then pressed the button again to close it. The rolling door slowly descended.
'Click.'
Alex pressed the button beside the wall.
The dark garage was abruptly flooded with incandescent light, illuminating the entire space.
The garage was ten meters long, six meters wide, and four meters high. It was quite spacious, with no car parked inside.
Like an exhibit on a central platform beneath the overhead incandescent lights sat a Lightning LS-218 motorcycle. Its sleek silver-black body radiated a technological metallic feel, like a golden, technologically advanced savage beast flashing into existence.
This Lightning LS-218 motorcycle had undergone extensive modifications by Alex, and its appearance had changed drastically. It looked even more technologically sophisticated, with a smooth yet violent sense of power. Its upgraded nitrous burst acceleration thruster and most of its modifications were outrageously expensive. Its top speed even surpassed that of supercars, reaching 450 kilometers per hour.
That kind of speed was no longer something an ordinary person could handle. The rising airflow created at such high speed alone would be enough to fling a normal person into the air. Even professional motorcycle riders faced enormous danger at that speed.
If the upgraded nitrous burst acceleration thruster was activated, it would propel the bike to an even more terrifying level, creating the sensation that the airflow was tearing the human body apart.
Even Alex rarely activated the nitrous burst acceleration thruster.
Stepping past the Lightning LS-218 motorcycle, Alex unplugged its charger. The Lightning LS-218 was a gasoline-electric hybrid motorcycle, and with the upgraded nitrous burst acceleration thruster added through modification, it was a triple hybrid.
Leaving behind his beloved bike, Alex walked to the far end, pulled up the steel floor panel, and lightly jumped down.
Alex bent his knees in the darkness to absorb the impact, then felt along the wall for the light switch. With a 'snap,' he pressed it, and the lights abruptly came on.
A scene resembling a round passageway leading toward a dark tunnel entrance appeared before him.
This basement was fairly large and connected to the safe room beneath the house. If a fight broke out, it was extremely convenient whether entering the house from outside or escaping through the exit inside the house.
Only at the far end, the lights did not reach strongly enough, making it look like an endless tunnel entrance.
Along the many walls were sheets of wire mesh, hung with countless firearms of every kind.
Colt M1911/M1911A1 pistols, Yarygin Grach 6P35 pistols, Browning 1935 Model Pistols, CZ75 Pistols, HS 2000 Pistols, HS 95 Pistols, CZ100/101 pistols, Desert Eagles, and countless other handguns hung along one side.
The other side held all kinds of automatic rifles: Heckler & Koch G36 automatic rifles, Steyr-Mannlicher AUG automatic rifles, Heckler & Koch G3 automatic rifles, Tavor Assault Rifles, AK-47 assault rifles, Heckler & Koch HK 416 automatic rifles, M4A1 Automatic Rifles, and more.
There were also many shotguns, sniper rifles, and grenade launchers.
Boxes upon boxes of ammunition were stored separately to one side.
The firearms here were more comprehensive and more powerful than those in an ordinary gun store.
Alex took down a silver Desert Eagle from the handgun rack and pulled back the slide. Seeing that the chamber was empty and held no bullet, he released it. With a press of his finger, the magazine dropped into his other hand.
Alex then took bullets suitable for .45-caliber firearms from a box of ammunition at one side and pressed them into the magazine one by one. The bright brass-colored rounds slid into the magazine beneath his fingers. Combined with his stern expression, he looked especially like a terrifying, cold-blooded killer.
Alex also took out some pointed rounds, small high-explosive rounds, rounds with hollow tips filled with liquid, and various chemical rounds marked in different colors, containing green poison or paralytic drugs.
Bert had modified his Desert Eagle so it could be adjusted to accommodate all kinds of ammunition he made.
Every firearm here, along with the vast quantity of ammunition, had been made or modified by Bert and Alex to protect their family.
Seven years ago, after Bert had destroyed a gang, gang members retaliated and nearly put Aunt Merri in mortal danger. Later, after moving to the relatively safe Alman Residential Area, Bert and Alex had directly built an armory to protect their family.
Unless someone rolled over them in a tank, Bert and Alex feared neither sniper fire from hundreds of meters away nor armed attackers charging straight into their home. The ammunition alone was enough to make their enemies tremble.
Alex inserted the magazine into the gun, pulled back the slide to chamber a round, and felt the familiar coldness in his hand. He nodded, engaged the safety, and tucked the Desert Eagle into the back of his waistband. He then took two more magazines and hid them on his body.
Alex's physical strength and skills had reached the peak of humanity, but he would never limit himself to physical strength and refuse to use firearms. On the contrary, he would ruthlessly use anything that could strike his enemies.
Besides, if he could shoot someone dead, there was no need to insist on defeating them with his body.
Winning and surviving were what mattered.
After preparing his firearms, Alex swept his gaze over the weapons here. Seeing no problems, he switched off the lights, climbed up the iron ladder, and pushed open the steel cover above him.
Back in the garage, he took a black motorcycle helmet hanging on the wall, adjusted its angle slightly, put it on, and lowered the black visor. At once, his vision became like he was wearing sunglasses.
Alex pressed the button to open the automatic garage door, then mounted his silver-black Lightning Motorcycle and leaned forward slightly, as though riding a high-speed Silver-Black Savage Beast.
'Vroom...'
As the automatic rolling door slowly rose to the top, Alex rode the Silver-Black Savage Beast and lightly twisted the throttle. The tires spun over the ground, and the exhaust let out a thunderous roar. Alex and the Silver-Black Savage Beast shot out of the garage, speeding down the roadside and sending scarlet maple leaves swirling in their wake.
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