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Chapter 15 No way to escape

"Stop him!"

Garrett shouted loudly, and the three death warriors rushed forward.The bodies of the death warriors have undergone semi-mechanized transformation, and their brain nerves have been directly linked to a unified control terminal, which makes them unable to disobey any orders given by Garrett.

The death fighters showed their armed forces and surrounded Michael with exaggerated movements.Long tongues of flame spewed from their muzzles, plasma cutting beams swung like blades, leaving trails of light in the air.

Garrett has always been quite complacent about the fighting power of his death fighters, but today was the first time he had ever seen it before. He instinctively felt that it was simply impossible for these three semi-mechanical soldiers to defeat the enemy in front of him.He now just hoped that the Death Warrior would hold out long enough so that he would have a chance to escape.

The built-in display of Michael's helmet intelligently marked Garrett and Ward who were turning around and running away with a red circle.Shirley reminded: "Sir, they seem to be planning to flee the scene."

"It's okay." Michael said, waving his hand casually to dismantle the fierce punch of a death warrior, "They can't leave."

Michael turned around, raised his right foot, and kicked towards the death warrior rushing directly behind with a heart-warming foot.The man charged too fast, and couldn't dodge for a while, so he had to raise his arms dullly in front of him.The steel boots slammed on his arms with tons of impact, like a torrent of torrents, he flew upside down, turned a few somersaults and fell to the ground.

The death warrior holding the plasma cutting beam followed closely, and the tracks drawn by the high-heat energy intertwined into a knife net. The high-temperature refracted the light, which seemed to distort the space.

Funny to say, Michael is no stranger to the light blade in his hand.Coincidentally, the plasma cutting beam was one of the equipment he developed when he was in Hydra, and it was something he didn't play with three years ago.

Michael dodged two stabs, and at the same time recited a spell silently, and the built-in computer of the suit quickly called out the magic circle information stored in the local database.He flipped his right palm, and the surging magic power quickly gathered into his palm, forming a circular magic circle within a few tenths of a second, and then the pattern changed and turned into a magic sword overflowing with sparks.

Michael flicked his right hand, swung the blade, and the golden light cut upwards along an arc from bottom to top.

It's just a sword, but it seems to be an unstoppable sword.The magical magic blade pierced through the plasma blade network, and the death warrior happened to cut down with his blade.Michael's blade waited inconceivably in the trajectory of his blade, as if the death warrior had sent his arm to the scorching blade on his own.

Motivated by the magic power, golden sparks splashed with blood, and the arm of the death warrior was cut off at the elbow.The half of the arm was thrown high into the sky under the action of inertia, and the device on the back of the hand was still emitting a torrent of light beams.

Done two, one last left.

If it was another enemy, perhaps they should have completely lost their fighting spirit at this time.The three semi-mechanical enhanced fighters went up side by side, but they were easily knocked down by the opponent after almost meeting each other. It may not be an exaggeration to say that the combat power is not at the same level at all.Too bad they're death warriors, sad cyborgs transformed by Hydra to carry out orders mechanically, without even the power to fear and flinch.

The last death warrior is still faithfully carrying out the impossible instructions left by Garrett.His left hand continuously spewed gunfire for suppression, while his right hand wielded a special tactical saber. The cold and stern steel knife seemed quite powerful under the strengthened arms of the death warrior.

Unfortunately, that still doesn't help.

Michael raised his hand neatly and cut off his saber with a sword. The blade was broken in the midst of a chainsaw-like spark, and the fracture was neat and smooth.The death warrior simply threw off the hilt of the knife and punched him in the face, but was only easily blocked by Michael.Michael held five fingers together, and his palm was aimed at the other side's door.The high-concentration energy "hummed" to the palm, and the blue pulse beam burst out at almost zero distance, blasting the brain of the last death warrior.

problem solved.

Michael clapped his hands, and looked back in the direction where the two Hydra agents were fleeing.

***
Garrett and Ward sprinted all the way back to the car parked not far away.Garrett sat in the driver's seat, started the ignition, stepped on the accelerator without pausing for a moment, and the car let out a high-pitched roar and then the electric jet shot out.

They were speeding along country roads, with the wind beating their entire bodies.The pointer of the speedometer soared like crazy, and the driver obviously didn't mean to slow down in the slightest.

Clutching a spare pistol tightly in his hand, Ward looked back at least five times in 20 seconds.

"Is he still with me?" Garrett asked aloud.

"I didn't even see a ghost!" Ward said.

However, as if to give him an answer, there was a muffled "boom" on the base of the speeding car.The transparent shock wave swept across the ground, and the car body flew up into the air uncontrollably, circling in the air under the high-speed inertia, and slammed several times on the ground with a "clang" sound, and finally stopped with all four wheels facing the sky.

Their car went off the road and into a ditch, the doors were sunk in the mud, and the chassis was blown out like a hole in an eggshell.

John Garrett's vision blurred for a moment, and for a moment he thought he was doomed, but he eventually forced himself to regain consciousness by force of will.He bit the tip of his tongue, hoping the pain would help a little.

"Ward? Ward?" He tried to shake Ward in the passenger seat beside him, but the latter's eyes were closed tightly and he didn't respond.Shocking blood stained Ward's cheeks, and his breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared, and it seemed that he was not far from being saved.

"Damn!"

Garrett cursed under his breath.He could feel the warm and viscous liquid sticking to his forehead as well, and his head was dizzy as if he was about to lose consciousness at any moment.

He didn't have time to pay attention to Ward, he just hoped that this kid could escape this disaster with his life, and now he himself was in danger.Garrett managed to disengage the seat belt, then kicked the window with great effort.He gritted his teeth and climbed out of the shattered window, and he couldn't help heaving a long sigh of relief when he fell into the mud.

He leaned against the side of the overturned car and sat in the wet mud.He raised his head, but then saw the devil again.

The demon hidden in the black steel body has always been there, watching his struggle indifferently from behind the V-shaped mirror emitting cold blue light, as if looking at a funny clown.

"You." Garrett gritted his teeth.

"Me." Michael walked forward slowly, raised his palm and aimed it at his head, and the pulse gun in his palm was beating with blue arcs.

(End of this chapter)