Chapter 980: Chapter 772: Rebellion
Change always catches you off guard.
First, the impostor exposed a flaw, and before anyone could react, Yamashita was already unwilling to waste words, striking first and decisively slicing off the head of that damned dog with a swift slash.
Blood spattered five steps!
One can only say this Extreme Path gang is too severely Huai-style, targeting the neck from the start, beheading without hesitation.
Until Yamashita kicked Nakanojo’s head like a soccer ball, lifted his sword, and roared aloud, the attackers disguised as harmless allies had not yet realized what had happened.
Only Raven, caught off guard, losing his silicone mask disguise, kicked open the car door in fury, "Kill those bastards!"
Yamashita instinctively reached under his arm, wanting to shoot that dog dead, but felt empty, remembering he had given the gun to Takuma.
In a fit of rage, he didn’t bother with the gun anymore, directly swinging his Tachi and throwing it at the roaring face.
The Crows’ cries echoed in his ears, momentarily dazing his senses, but when he came to, it was as if infinite power surged from within him.
With shadows quivering rapidly underfoot, spreading wings like a sinister Raven, the Tachi he threw emitted a space-breaking roar.
The iron light whistled, spinning swiftly, penetrating straight into his opponent’s mouth and emerging from the nape.
Immediately, the expansive Crow Flock hovering in the sky descended like a tidal wave.
The people hiding in the alleys on both sides came out, only to see countless flying birds covering the sky and charging toward their faces.
Members of the Huaizhi Gang had already crossed the barricade, charging from behind obstacles to clash with the attackers, aided by the Crow Flock.
"Nakanojo, that worthless bastard, failed."
In the distance, a Russian Federation Man spat thickly, disdainfully cursing, "Andrew, it’s up to you now."
"Should have been done long ago."
The burly man sitting on the concrete block raised his hand, wiping his beard, tossing aside an empty bottle, producing the sound of steel friction beneath his slightly cumbersome and bulky coat.
His boots hit the ground, emitting a deep echo.
At the end of the Long Street, the man named Andrew put on an old-fashioned football helmet, bent slightly, and assumed a sprinting stance.
Immediately, a mighty roar ensued.
As if a rhino galloped over the earth.
The heavy echo spread into the distance, amidst the rumble, once more revealing cracks on the road long in disrepair.
Andrew, like a fully loaded truck, charged straight into the combat at the intersection, plowing through bullets from behind the barricades of the Huaizhi Gang and the swoops of ravens from the sky, without pause.
The speed increased rapidly...
"Incoming hit!"
The panicked warning had not spread when a tremendous explosion occurred, under Andrew’s impact, the original barricades, cover, and even heavy concrete blocks were crushed to powder.
Destruction!
Behind him, the impatient Russian Federation Mafia leapt from the careening truck, swarming in, raising their assault rifles to fire wildly around.
No longer caring for the safety of the original Russian Coalition soldiers.
At the front, Andrew stretched his arms, allowing pistol shots around him, grinning ferociously, revealing thick iron plates beneath his tattered coat.
It was a genuine bulletproof iron clothing.
Achieving terrifying defensive power purely through mass, combined with the power-type sublimator, transformed him into a human tank, barreling through recklessly.
Aside from shielding certain facial weak points, nothing else needed consideration.
Ever since losing his athlete job due to sublimation, Andrew now loved nothing more than making opponents taste the impact of a professional football player!
When he leaned to charge, the ground trembled violently, crashing through several walls, laughing excitedly amid the spatter of blood.
The coat on him had started to burn, and the iron clothing blazed red-hot, spreading flames wherever it went.
"Come on! Cowards! Come on!"
In the rise of drunkenness, Andrew roared, "Fight me!"
In the chaos, Yamashita glared angrily at the turncoat Hybrids: "You traitors, you actually sided with the Russian Federation?"
"Yes, what else?" Heichuan Group’s ’Young Leader’ Nishikawa spat disdainfully, "Like your boss, already a corpse?"
Yamashita was momentarily stunned, not reacting.
"You didn’t know?"
Nishikawa taunted with a laugh, "Huai Zhisu offended the K Party’s leader, the K Party came to Tanbo Inner Circle intending to kill him first. Even the Iron King Party wanted him dead!
Not only experts specially invited from outside, Sublimators from both sides were involved in the hunt, probably not a trace of him remains by now!"
"Shut up!"
Instantly, uncontrollable anger surged from Yamashita’s chest, nearly igniting him like flames.
Soon after, he saw real fire emerge from his hands.
Yet he couldn’t care less anymore.
