Frustration

The only good news was that after Fang rolled off the hood, he had fallen into Thornton's blind spot. If Thornton wanted to fire another shot, he would have to change his angle.

However, after firing his first shot, Thornton had already started moving quickly. He jogged two steps, pressed a hand against the railing beside him, and leaped lightly into the air.

The press and leap sent him more than a meter off the ground. Even while airborne, he was already aiming his gun, ready to fire again as soon as he landed and steadied himself.

Thornton's pursuit had been anything but slow. After Fang rolled off the hood, he had disappeared from Thornton's sight for less than a second. Yet when Thornton moved out of the blind spot, he found that the place where Fang should have been lying was empty. There was nothing but a pile of broken glass and a pool of blood.

"How could this be?" Thornton was taken aback and couldn't help but look more closely.

And that was exactly what Fang had been counting on! The very next second, as Thornton examined the spot, a blinding flash erupted. Fang hadn't just escaped in time; he had also anticipated Thornton's pursuit and left a flashbang behind.

This time, Thornton was caught directly in the blast, his vision swallowed by a sea of white! Realizing something was wrong, he immediately leaped aside to get away from where he had been standing. But as soon as he was airborne, it was as if he'd slammed into a massive wall. His vision filled with stars, and he was sent flying, spitting blood.

After taking a series of heavy blows, Fang had unleashed an astonishing burst of strength in an instant. First, as he rolled off the hood, he took advantage of being outside his enemy's line of sight to grab the railing beside him. Then he twisted and rolled beneath the vehicle, leaving a flashbang behind as well.

Then, just as the flashbang blinded Thornton, Fang snatched up a metal box nearby and hurled it at him. Fang's transformation had clearly given him immense strength. The metal box wasn't empty; it must have weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms. Yet in his hands, it was as light as a pebble.

Fang's entire sequence of moves had been thoughtless and fluid, driven entirely by his powerful combat instincts!

What's more, after throwing the box, he immediately rolled again, then let out a bestial roar from deep in his chest and charged forward with inhuman agility.

Fang's right hand rose high, his fingers curled like a claw. The distance of more than twenty meters vanished in the blink of an eye. Then he swung his right hand down toward Gale, who stood in front of him. As he did, beastlike claws sprang from his fingers.

The claws were bone-yellow overall, but on closer inspection, their tips gleamed with a metallic sharpness. They were a good ten centimeters long and looked so razor-sharp that nothing could withstand them!

By then, Fang Linyan's vision had recovered. Hidden in the darkness on the second floor, he didn't even dare breathe as he watched the battle below, hardly willing to blink lest he miss a single detail.

He could tell that the fight below had completely exceeded the bounds of modern technology. Whether it was the strange little shield in Gale's hand or Fang's bizarre transformation, they displayed abilities found only in movies, comics, and television dramas!

"Everything that exists must have a reason." Fang Linyan was almost spellbound. He murmured the words to himself over and over, and soon accepted what he was seeing.

Fortunately, the series of extraordinary events two days ago had already prepared him mentally, so accepting all this wasn't difficult. As time went on, Fang Linyan even felt a hint of excitement.

Why? Because his terminal illness had left the medical technology of this world powerless. The stronger these people were, the better his chances of surviving.

Fang performed an extreme forward somersault in midair, then used the momentum to slash down with a claw. Gale immediately raised the Blue-White Five-Star Shield to block!

The instant claw met shield, a grating screech rang out, accompanied by a shower of sparks! Gale was clearly completely overpowered and could only stagger backward. Having knocked him back, Fang dropped onto all fours like a wolf and bounded sideways before raising his claws to attack again from the flank.

Gale had no time to dodge or block. He could only watch as Fang's claws hooked toward his throat. But at that moment, he shouted:

"East 30, south 12!"

After his shout came the unmistakable boom of a gunshot! The shot tore through the air, striking straight at Fang with deadly accuracy!

At the last possible moment, Fang pushed off with his right foot and performed an incredibly difficult sideways somersault, dodging the shot. His claw missed too, raking across the door of the Lincoln Navigator beside him.

The smooth, mirror-black door immediately emitted a chilling tearing sound. The metal peeled back along the edges, sharp and gleaming, as Fang ripped a gash half a meter long into it.

This was where Gale and Thornton's powerful teamwork showed.

Thornton was still blinded by the flashbang and could only fire blindly at the sound. The numbers Gale called were a code they had agreed on, telling Thornton to use Gale's voice as his reference point and shoot thirty centimeters east and twelve centimeters south. The shot had successfully forced Fang back.

Seeing Fang tear through the car door with ease, Fang Linyan finally confirmed something: nearly all the wounds on the people who had come here to make a deal had been caused by sharp weapons. In fact, Fang must have been responsible for all of them! The man was viciously bloodthirsty and ruthless in his methods.

Then he suddenly thought of something else that filled him with regret:

If he'd arrived right on time, as the text message had said, he could have slipped in during the gap after Fang left to pursue someone and before Thornton and the others arrived—and taken the syringe!

With that thought, what else could Fang Linyan do but howl inwardly in anguish?