Not an Ordinary Person, but a Class Two Student

Screams and curses came from outside the warehouse; it was the unfortunate soul who had triggered the trap.

The traps set by the thieves weren't particularly deadly, but they were extremely disgusting. Poisonous fog, poisonous needles, snakes and insects—all of them were related to poison. If you weren't careful, you would fall into their trap, and without an antidote, you would have no choice but to tragically leave the battle.

Inside the warehouse, the fat man strapped the unconscious Bai Niao to his back, while Captain Fan Bo had already entered combat mode, his body gleaming with a metallic sheen, his facial features becoming indistinct.

"Proceed according to plan. I'll draw attention, and you two will go through the back door."

Fan Bo's words were concise and to the point, without any sentimental farewell, only a deep, metallic voice, as if he were carrying out an ordinary plan.

"Captain, leave Bai Niao to me. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, the fat man called to Russell and ran towards the back door of the warehouse.

When the warehouse was chosen as the base, the four-person team had prepared for the worst and specially left an escape route behind the warehouse. It could not withstand the repeated bombing by the Reincarnator, but it was more than enough time to delay the retreat.

Russell followed behind the fat man, preparing for a big showdown tonight. However, there are several kinds of big showdowns, and a head-on confrontation is out of the question. Outnumbered, a direct confrontation would only result in concentrated fire. The better strategy would be to outflank the enemy and take out two of them by surprise.

Boom!

Behind the whistling wind, the warehouse door was blown open by Rocket, followed by a deluge of gunfire, grenades, flashbangs, smoke bombs, and Poison Gas shells thrown in from outside.

Explosions continued, and Fan Bo's location was shrouded in flames and black smoke. He was a liquid metal robot, and ordinary firearms could not harm him. He was knocked back a few steps by the ammunition, but the punctures on his body liquefied and healed, and he walked out of the sea of fire.

"Keep firing, don't let him get any closer!"

"Where's the liquid nitrogen?! Get the liquid nitrogen out here right now!"

Upon hearing the words "liquid nitrogen," Fan Bo's heart sank. The enemy had made preparations specifically targeting his abilities; there was no way to buy time anymore. Since that was the case, he might as well make the formation larger; the more enemies attracted, the greater the chance of his teammates escaping.

Thinking of this, Fan Bo transformed one arm into a shield in front of him and pulled out Individual Cluster Bomb from his chest.

Meanwhile, Russell and Fatty found a secret passage through the back door of the warehouse. The thieves had dug through the city's drainage system, which was a maze of interconnected passages and the perfect escape route.

"Brother, I'm good at light footwork, I'll go down and scout ahead. Don't come down without my signal." The fat man spoke quickly, and after saying that, he jumped in with a flashlight in his mouth.

Russell didn't react at first, thinking that the fat man had a good sense of teamwork. But then he realized something was wrong. The subtext was 'I'll retreat first, you cover the rear!'

Just as Russell predicted, after the fat man jumped in, there was no signal, not even a fart.

"There is no one as pure as me in this world!" Russell exclaimed from the bottom of his heart. But it was good that he was alone, so he could finally act freely.

However, before Russell could summon Jason to lead the way and flank the enemy from the rear, he heard the fat man's pig-like screams.

In the night sky, a fat figure swept across the ground, flying rapidly towards Russell's direction. It wasn't that the fat man had a change of heart and rushed back to help Russell escape; rather, he was being pursued by three men.

The fat man was incredibly fast, leaping ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in a single bound, covering over a hundred meters in just a few breaths. Due to his size, his Wind God Leg lacked the domineering force of a sweeping gale; it was more like using the elasticity of his fat to jump forward.

The three behind the fat man were much more agile, moving like shadows in the wind, and as fast as shooting stars.

Hearing the pursuers approaching from behind, the fat man let out a strange cry, flipped in mid-air, and slapped out with both palms.

The third move of the Cloud Dispelling Palm: Turning Clouds and Rain!

With a flick of his wrists, the fat man created a dense, heavy palm shadow within a ten-meter radius, its sharp energy chilling to the bone, and the palm wind even blasted the air apart.

Although this chubby Cloud Dispelling Palm is somewhat incongruous, and some might even believe it to Buddha's Palm, its power is indeed not to be underestimated.

The wind howled, Russell could feel the gusts of wind brushing his face even from a great distance. The three people standing in the wind were even worse off. They tried their best to dodge but could not escape the palm strike. They were swept back by the storm and coughed up blood after landing.

Russell was secretly alarmed, thinking that the fat man was hiding his strength and was a cunning charlatan pretending to be weak. But after the palm strike, the fat man's aura suddenly dropped, and he ran towards him with his tongue sticking out.

"Brother, run! There's an ambush at the exit, this road is blocked!"

The fat man swept past Russell, his feet never stopping, and changed direction to continue running.

Most people would have just thought the fat guy was being kind by reminding them, but Russell was in Class 2 when he was in school, so this wasn't a kind gesture at all; it was clearly a way of shifting the blame.

Sure enough, the fat man disappeared without a trace, and three menacing pursuers stopped in front of him.

Russell looked closely and saw that the three men were clearly following the path of martial arts, having practiced some kind of unorthodox martial arts, as their complexions were all unusual. The one with the darkest face, Russell called Blackface, the one with a very yellow face, Yellowface, and so on, with the one with the whitest face being called Kidney Deficiency.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In Team Battle, it's either you die or I die. Russell didn't intend to waste words with the three of them and directly drew his gun and fired three bullets.

The blue light trailed behind it, leaving a dazzling trail in the darkness!

The black-faced and yellow-faced men, having anticipated this, dodged ahead of time. Perhaps due to their kidney deficiency, they had practiced some kind of Iron Shirt Kung Fu, and were full of confidence. When Russell drew his gun, instead of dodging, they charged towards him.

As a result, after the gunshot, his entire forehead exploded, and he fell to the ground very cleanly.

"Watch out, his bullets are faulty!"

Recalling the blue light from before, a hint of apprehension flashed in the black-faced man's eyes. He exchanged a glance with the yellow-faced man, and they flanked Russell from both sides.

Russell retreated while firing at the black-faced man on his right, forcing him back. Then, the yellow-faced man on the other side charged forward.

"System, use the Skill Card for Mastery of Cold Weapons."

Russell silently recited a phrase to himself, drew a straight sword from his Space Bag, and slashed diagonally at the yellow-faced man's neck.

[Skill Card: Mastery of Cold Weapons (Proficient in all eighteen weapons, your combat skills are virtually flawless)]

This card was obtained from Jason. It's a system rating earned by hacking away until the blade is dull. It doesn't have any fancy moves or routines; it only aims for a fatal blow.

The Blade was cold and sharp, and its terrifying aura made the yellow-faced man gasp, managing to stop his charge and dodge the attack.

Russell swept his blade across the room, his body shifting with the momentum, his right hand holding the gun pointing it at the yellow-faced man. A gunshot rang out, and this time the yellow-faced man couldn't dodge. Even though he tried his best to twist his body, he was still blasted off an arm by the Magic Power- infused bullet.

"Ah..."

Yellow Face clutched his wound and retreated hastily. Enduring the pain of his severed arm, he tapped his shoulder several times to stop the bleeding. After that, he glared fiercely at Russell and fled into the shadows.

Russell didn't chase after him; he remembered clearly that Jason was lurking at the alley entrance.

Of the three, one was dead, one was injured, and they escaped, leaving only Blackface and Russell facing off. He glanced disdainfully in the direction Yellowface had fled. "Fine, with two less pieces of trash dragging us down, I'll complete the mission by myself."

Having said that, he drew a short knife from his waist and dashed towards Russell in a lightning-fast 'Z' pattern.

Russell held the gun horizontally in his right hand and fired three shots, all hitting the afterimages. Just as Blackface rushed in front of him, the magazine was empty. Unperturbed, he stepped forward and swiftly swung the straight knife in his left hand.

Whoosh!

The Blade struck the afterimage; the dark-faced figure arced around to Russell's back, stomping his toes repeatedly on the ground, abruptly changing direction, and thrusting the dagger in his hand toward Russell's back.

The shadowy figure's backstab was lightning fast, but Russell's permanent Close Combat Master skill was not just for show. He thrust his straight blade backhand, blade tip to blade tip, and used the momentum to rush forward a few steps.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

An explosion suddenly broke the standoff between Russell and Blackface, and a violent gust of wind blew them back.

Blackface, fearing Russell might take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, sidestepped behind the wall. Russell did the same. Leaning against the wall, he heard that the explosion came from in front of the warehouse and had a general idea in his mind.

Fan Bo detonated the Individual Cluster Bomb, but it's unknown whether he's alive or dead. Considering his liquid metal body, he should be fine even in the absence of oxygen.

"Ah!!!"

Another scream rang out; it was from the sallow-faced man with a broken arm. He had encountered Jason, and his "Ah!" was his last words.

Blackface also heard Yellowface's screams, and coupled with the sudden explosion in front of the warehouse, he was unwilling to fight Russell for long and rushed directly towards the wall where Russell was hiding.

"Kid, come out and fight to the death!"

Russell took a deep breath, glanced at the straight sword in his hand, and wondered whether it would be better to use the 'Character Card: Ximen Chuixue' or the 'Skill Card: Little Li Flying Dagger' at this moment.

With so many cards, decision paralysis is really tough!

"Why don't you try the High Dive Slash dreamlike leaping slash... Ordinary martial arts techniques wouldn't get this kind of praise!"