Dealing with the Intruders

"Fuck! My house!"

Luca had expected that, since they'd come right to his doorstep, the house would suffer some damage.

But he'd never imagined these bastards would start blasting the entire villa before they'd even seen him.

Fortunately, Shamira had followed his advice and hadn't shown herself right away. Otherwise, she would probably have been pinned down by this hail of bullets too.

Of course, even if there was no immediate danger, Luca wasn't about to let them get away with it.

"These bastards cost me money. So you can pay with your lives!"

"Baymax! Throw the tree! The team of intruders to the south!"

At Luca's command, red light flashed in Baymax's eyes again.

"Understood! Throwing the tree!" (✪-✪)

The upper half of the redwood that Baymax had punched apart earlier still lay in the yard, not yet cleared away.

Baymax quickly bent down and wrapped both arms around the massive tree, then clenched his fingers hard.

All eight fingers, gauntlets and all, sank into the trunk with a series of thuds.

Next, the cameras in Baymax's eyes scanned the villa's south entrance. Four men were firing as they approached.

A "beep-beep-beep" alarm sounded in the system. In an instant, all four members of the team were precisely locked onto.

The next moment, Baymax—his feet sunk into the ground—pushed off with all his strength.

The enormous redwood was flung high into the air.

"BOOM—"

The deafening crash of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out.

The earth around the villa seemed to tremble from the impact.

Even Luca in the basement thought he felt dust shaking loose from the ceiling.

The immense crash brought the battlefield to a brief standstill.

But Luca, watching the fight outside through the surveillance cameras, noticed that the trunk Baymax had thrown had missed the four intruders to the south by a hair.

"Did he miscalculate the force?" Luca wondered.

In reality, it didn't make much difference.

The trunk had landed so close that the impact knocked all four intruders to the ground. Three of them even dropped their guns.

"Baymax, those four are still able to fight. Go finish them off."

"Understood!" (✪-✪)

At the order, Baymax leaped over the tree and landed in front of the four men.

Then came four punches in quick succession: "Bang, bang, bang, bang."

The intruders hadn't even managed to steady themselves before they were knocked out cold.

By now, half the enemy force had been taken out.

Watching the men to the north all change their magazines at once on the monitors, Luca couldn't help shaking his head in disdain.

"They don't even know how to take turns firing? These guys are amateurs."

At first, their attempt to split up, surround the villa, and sneak in had looked halfway competent. But as soon as Baymax made his move, they'd started firing wildly.

The unlucky fools on the west side had screamed in panic and been taken out almost immediately.

And the men to the north hadn't even seen anyone, yet they'd already emptied an entire magazine.

"If these really are all Kingpin's men, like I suspected, then these gangs really are hopeless."

Luca's mental commentary didn't distract him. The moment he noticed the idiots changing magazines all at once, he immediately gave the long-waiting Shamira—who was already itching to act—the order.

"North entrance. Four idiots are reloading. Two are behind the Pixiu statue, and the other two are approaching the villa."

In truth, Luca had barely gotten through the first few words before the impatient Shamira was already charging like a leopard from the stairs to the basement.

She hadn't even left the house, yet her submachine gun was already aimed.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which had long since shattered across the floor—

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"

She fired several quick bursts, and the two intruders in front were hit and dropped to the ground in an instant.

The two men behind them, still reloading, had wanted to duck behind the statues for cover.

But after only a few quick steps, Shamira had already covered several meters.

She leaned back, thrust her legs forward, and dropped into a sliding tackle, skidding between the two statues by the back entrance.

A pistol in her left hand, a submachine gun in her right.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

Several more shots rang out.

The last two men to the north took several bullets each to the forehead and chest before falling dead.

After taking them out, Shamira rolled and sprang back to her feet.

At some point, the villa's lights had come back on.

She slipped the pistol into her clothes, pressed a hand to her earpiece, and asked rapidly, "What about the four on the east side?"

"Baymax is taking care of them," Luca replied through the earpiece.

At that, Shamira immediately set off, reaching the east garden in moments.

And just as Luca had said, Baymax was already dealing with them.

She had barely arrived when she saw Baymax casually swing an arm and send an intruder flying high into the air.

By a stroke of bad luck, the man landed on a tree on the left side of the garden, where he could only struggle and groan.

Then Baymax gave a light shove, and the last enemy flew over the villa's fence with a terrified scream.

But whether Baymax's shove had been too gentle or the man had simply been lucky, he managed to stagger back to his feet after hitting several fence posts.

Without looking back, he fled for his life into the distance.

Shamira quickly raised her submachine gun, ready to finish off this "fish that got away."

But before she could take aim and fire, an arm reached out from beside her and gently pushed her gun barrel down.

"Aunt Shamira, I let him go on purpose. Baymax planted a tracker on him."

That's right. Just now, when Baymax gave the man that light shove, the tracker Luca had placed inside Baymax's helmet before the fight had begun was quietly transferred onto him.

Luca took the submachine gun from Shamira and casually fired several shots at the open ground. Once the man had been frightened into running even faster, Luca handed the gun back to Shamira.

"Young master, what should we do now?" Shamira asked softly.

Perhaps because Luca had been directing the fight the whole time, or perhaps because they'd managed to deal with more than ten intruders so easily, Shamira had gradually begun to let Luca take the lead in matters involving combat, waiting for his instructions.

Luca watched the "survivor" disappear into the night. First, he raised his gun and shot the intruder still hanging from the tree. Then he said softly, "Let's get the car first. We're going after him!"