Annoyance

The only good news was that after Fang rolled off the hood, he entered a dead angle for shooting, so if Thornton wanted to finish him off, he would need to change his angle.

However, after firing that first shot, Thornton was already moving quickly. He took two short steps, pressed a hand against the railing beside him, and leaped up with effortless grace.

With that press and jump, he launched himself over a meter into the air, already lining up his aim mid-flight, ready to fire again the moment he landed and steadied himself.

Thornton's pursuit was by no means slow. From the moment Fang rolled off the hood and vanished from his sight, barely a second had passed. But when Thornton cleared the visual blind spot, he found that the spot where Fang should have been lying was completely empty—nothing but a pile of glass shards and a pool of blood.

"How is this possible?" Thornton was stunned, unable to help staring more closely.

And that was exactly what Fang had planned! Because the very next second after Thornton focused his gaze, a blinding flash erupted. Fang had not only escaped in time but had also predicted Thornton's next move, leaving a flash grenade behind.

This time, Thornton was caught directly, his vision washed out in a sea of white! Sensing danger, he immediately leaped to dodge, trying to get away from his current position. But just as he soared into the air, it felt like he had slammed into a massive wall—stars exploded before his eyes, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

It turned out that Fang, after suffering a series of heavy blows, had unleashed an astonishing burst of power in an instant. As he rolled off the hood and entered the enemy's blind spot, he reached out and grabbed the railing, twisted his body, and rolled under the car, all while planting a flash grenade.

Then, at the same moment Thornton was blinded by the flash, Fang had already grabbed an iron box nearby and hurled it at him with full force. It was clear that Fang's strength after transforming was immense—the iron box wasn't empty, weighing at least forty or fifty kilograms, yet in his hands it felt as light as a pebble, thrown with ease.

This entire sequence of actions by Fang was executed without a second thought, a seamless flow driven purely by his powerful combat instincts!

Not only that, but after throwing the box, he immediately rolled again and let out a bestial roar from deep within his chest, lunging forward with a speed that far exceeded ordinary humans.

One could see Fang's right hand raised high, fingers curled into a claw. A distance of over twenty meters was crossed in the blink of an eye, and then he swung his right hand down at Gale before him. As he swung, the five fingers of his right hand extended, revealing beast-like claws.

The claws were a pale bone-yellow, but upon closer inspection, their tips gleamed with a metallic sharpness, each about ten centimeters long, looking incredibly sharp and unstoppable!

By this time, Fang Linyan's vision had recovered. He hid in the darkness of the second floor, barely daring to breathe, watching the battle below with intense focus, not even blinking, committing every detail to memory.

Because Fang Linyan had realized that this fight below had completely transcended the technological scope of the modern world. Whether it was the strange small shield Gale held or Fang's bizarre transformation, both displayed power that only existed in movies, comics, and TV shows!

"What exists is reasonable." Fang Linyan was somewhat stunned, muttering this phrase to himself repeatedly, and soon accepted the scene before him.

Fortunately, the series of unconventional events two days ago had already given him ample psychological preparation, making it not too difficult to accept all this. By the end, Fang Linyan even felt a faint excitement.

Why? Because his terminal illness had left the medical technology of this world helpless. The stronger the power these people displayed, the greater the chance he might survive.

***

Fang performed a front flip in midair, using the momentum to swing his claw downward. Gale immediately blocked with the Blue-White Five-Star Shield in his hand!

The moment claw and shield met, a grating, teeth-clenching sound rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks! Gale was clearly overpowered in strength, stumbling backward. Meanwhile, Fang, having repelled him, dropped to all fours like a wolf and bounded sideways, then lunged again from the flank with his claw raised.

This time, Gale had no time to dodge or parry. He could only watch helplessly as the sharp claws aimed for his throat. But at that moment, he shouted:

"East 30, South 12!"

The shout was followed by the dull roar of a gunshot! The bullet flew with pinpoint accuracy, aimed straight at Fang!

At the last possible moment, Fang stomped his right foot against the ground, executing a difficult side-flip to evade the shot. His claw missed its target, instead gouging into the door of the nearby Lincoln Navigator.

Instantly, the smooth, mirror-like black door let out a chilling screech of tearing metal. The edges of the iron curled up, sharp and jagged, as Fang ripped open a half-meter-long gash.

What was revealed here was the powerful understanding between Gale and Thornton.

At this point, Thornton was still blinded by the flash grenade, able only to fire blindly based on sound. The numbers Gale shouted were their prearranged code, directing Thornton to shoot at a point 30 centimeters east and 12 centimeters south from where Gale's voice originated. This successfully forced Fang back.

Seeing how easily Fang's claws tore through the car door, Fang Linyan finally confirmed one thing: the wounds on the people who had been trading here were all caused by sharp cuts—it was all Fang's doing! This guy's killing intent was so heavy, his methods so ruthless!

Then he suddenly thought of something infuriating:

If he had arrived on time according to the text message, he would have perfectly slipped into the gap between Fang chasing down and killing the others and Thornton's group arriving, successfully taking the syringe!!

At that thought, what could Fang Linyan do but wail in his heart?