Dealing with the Invaders

"Damn it! My house!"

Although Luca had anticipated that someone might come knocking and that his house would inevitably suffer some damage, he never expected these bastards to start spraying the entire villa with gunfire before they had even caught a glimpse of him.

Fortunately, Shamira had followed his advice and hadn't exposed herself immediately; otherwise, she likely would have been pinned down by this hail of bullets.

Of course, even though there was no immediate danger, Luca had no intention of letting this slide.

"You bastards are making me lose money, so you can lose your lives!"

"Baymax! Throw the tree! The squad of intruders on the south side!"

Following Luca's command, the red light in Baymax's eyes flickered once more.

"Acknowledged! Throwing tree!" (✪-✪)

The redwood tree that Baymax had punched to pieces earlier still had its upper half lying in the yard, waiting to be cleared away.

Baymax quickly crouched down, wrapped his arms around the massive trunk, and dug his fingers in with a sudden burst of strength.

All eight fingers, reinforced by his gauntlets, sank deep into the wood.

Immediately after, the camera in Baymax's eyes scanned the south entrance of the villa, where four men were firing while closing in.

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

The next moment, Baymax, his feet planted firmly into the ground, exerted all his force.

The massive redwood trunk was hurled high into the air by Baymax.

BOOM—

A deafening, earth-shaking crash echoed as the heavy object slammed into the ground.

The very earth surrounding the villa seemed to tremble from the impact.

Even Luca, down in the basement, felt as though dust was being shaken loose from the ceiling.

The massive vibration brought a momentary silence to the battlefield.

However, as Luca monitored the situation through his surveillance equipment, he noticed that the trunk Baymax had thrown had missed the four intruders on the south side by a hair's breadth.

"Did the force calculation fail?" Luca wondered briefly.

In reality, it didn't make much of a difference.

Because the trunk had landed so close, the shockwave from the impact knocked all four intruders to the ground, and three of them even dropped their weapons.

"Baymax, those four aren't out of the fight yet. Go up there and finish them."

"Acknowledged!" (✪-✪)

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

Then came four consecutive punches: Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

The four intruders, who hadn't even managed to regain their footing, fell fast asleep.

The battle had reached a point where half the enemy force had already been wiped out.

Watching the intruders on the north side begin to reload their magazines in unison, Luca couldn't help but shake his head in disdain.

"They don't even have the sense to use cover fire? Are these guys really that amateur?"

They had started with a decent-looking pincer movement, but the moment Baymax made his move, they had devolved into chaotic, aimless firing.

Not to mention those poor fools on the west side who had been wiped out instantly after a few panicked screams.

The guys on the north side hadn't even seen a target yet, and they had already emptied their entire magazines.

"If these are really Kingpin's men as I suspected, then I have to say, these gangsters are truly beyond saving."

The internal grumbling didn't distract Luca. The moment he noticed the idiots reloading at the same time, he immediately gave the order to Shamira, who had been waiting impatiently.

"North side, back door. Four idiots are reloading. Two are behind the Pixiu statues, and the other two are approaching the villa."

In fact, before Luca had even finished his sentence, Shamira had already bolted from the basement stairs like a cheetah.

She didn't even need to leave the house; she had already aimed her submachine gun through the already shattered floor-to-ceiling windows.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

With a series of precise shots, the two leading intruders dropped to the ground instantly.

The two in the back, who were still reloading, tried to retreat behind the statues for cover.

But Shamira covered several meters in just a few strides.

She leaned back, thrust her legs forward, and slid across the floor, coming to a stop right between the two statues at the back door.

Pistol in her left hand, submachine gun in her right.

Rat-tat-tat!

A series of gunshots rang out.

The final two men on the north side collapsed and died, each struck by multiple bullets to the center of their foreheads and hearts.

After dealing with these two enemies, Shamira rolled and quickly rose to her feet.

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

Tucking her pistol into her coat, Shamira pressed a hand to her earpiece and asked in a rapid-fire tone.

"What about the four on the east side?"

"Baymax is already finishing them off," Luca said over the earpiece.

Hearing this, Shamira immediately set off, reaching the east garden in mere moments.

And just as Luca had said, the situation was already under control.

She had barely arrived when she saw Baymax flick his hand, sending an intruder flying high into the air.

As luck would have it, the poor wretch ended up snagged on a large tree on the left side of the garden, left to wail and struggle in vain.

Then, with a gentle push, Baymax sent the final enemy screaming in terror over the villa's fence.

Whether it was because the force of the push was too light or the man was simply lucky, it was hard to say.

After crashing into a few fence posts and hitting the ground, he actually managed to stagger back to his feet and sprint away into the distance, not daring to look back.

Seeing this, Shamira quickly raised her submachine gun, ready to finish off this "stray fish."

But before she could aim and fire, an arm reached out from the side and gently pressed her muzzle back down.

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

Indeed, during that light push, the tracker Luca had placed inside Baymax's helmet before the fight began had been silently attached to the man.

Luca took the submachine gun from Shamira and fired a few shots into the empty ground, scaring the man into running even faster, before returning the weapon to her.

"Young Master, what shall we do next?" Shamira asked softly.

Perhaps it was because Luca had been the one directing the operation, or perhaps it was because they had managed to dispose of over a dozen intruders so easily.

Without realizing it, Shamira had begun to defer to Luca in matters of combat, waiting for his command.

Luca, who was watching the "survivor" vanish into the night, first raised his gun and finished off the intruder still hanging from the tree, then spoke quietly.

"Go get the car. We're following him!"