“Go to hell!
You son of a bitch!”
He roared hoarsely and pulled the trigger.
“Boom—!”
The rocket’s tail spewed out scorching flames, and within a distance of less than five meters, it instantly struck Lucas.
The deafening explosion blew off the warehouse roof.
Dazzling flames and thick black smoke instantly engulfed Lucas completely.
The violent shockwave mixed with shrapnel swept in all directions.
The leader was blown away by the air blast, fell heavily to the ground, and spat blood, but he was laughing wildly.
“Hahahaha!
Dead!
Blown to dust, right!”
He coughed blood, staring fixedly at the thick smoke.
The rocket hit Lucas’s right side directly.
Even with the Carbyne Heavy Armor, facing an anti-armor high-explosive round at such close range, it had reached the limit of its defense.
The temperature at the center of the explosion reached several thousand degrees.
Lucas’s entire right forearm and the connection to his shoulder were completely torn off at the moment of the explosion.
Thick smoke billowed.
The leader propped himself up to sit, ready to admire a pile of minced meat.
“Tap.”
A slight sound of footsteps came from the center of the smoke and dust.
The leader’s wild laughter stopped abruptly.
“Tap.”
Another sound.
Steady, powerful.
A gust of wind blew into the warehouse from the damaged roof, dispersing the thick smoke.
Lucas’s figure was revealed once again.
The jacket on his body had completely vanished.
His upper body was bare, his muscle lines clearly defined. Find the original chapter at g.com.
The leader widened his eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
He saw the most terrifying scene of his life, one that defied all laws of physics.
At Lucas’s right arm, which should have been blown into two pieces.
White bones were extending and growing forward at a crazy speed visible to the naked eye.
Following that, scarlet muscle fibers, like countless living thin snakes, intertwined, wrapped around, and covered the bones.
Blood vessels spread like a spider web.
Finally, a layer of tough, flawless skin quickly covered it all.
In less than two seconds.
A brand new, powerful right hand appeared intact under Lucas’s shoulder.
No scars.
No bloodstains.
The rule of Absolute Immortality displayed its unreasonable dominance at this moment.
He walked slowly out of the smoke, meeting the leader’s ghostly gaze.
“No…
impossible…
this is impossible…”
A pool of yellow liquid seeped from the gangster leader’s crotch.
He shrank back in despair, his hands scratching the ground, trying to get away from the demon that had crawled out of hell.
Even an RPG couldn’t kill him.
Lucas walked up to him.
He looked down at the man covered in snot and tears.
No mockery.
No unnecessary words.
Lucas bent down and picked up the heavy, still-steaming RPG launch tube from the ground.
He gripped both ends of the launch tube with his hands and raised it high.
The leader let out a shrill, distorted scream.
The heavy steel launch tube, bolstered by 45 points of strength, smashed into the leader’s head like a battering ram.
As if smashing a ripe watermelon.
Red and white matter splattered everywhere.
The screaming stopped abruptly.
The headless corpse twitched twice and collapsed completely into the pool of blood.
Lucas casually threw away the launch tube covered in brains.
“Clang.”
The sound of metal hitting the ground sounded particularly harsh in the dead-silent warehouse.
Four corpses.
Blood and bullet casings all over the floor.
The thick smell of gunpowder and blood mixed together.
Lucas stood amidst the pile of corpses.
He turned around.
His gaze passed through the cage door with the snapped chains and landed on the thin, small figure inside.
Kimiko was still curled up in the corner.
But the hostility and vigilance in her eyes had now been replaced by a deep, undisguisable shock.
She had been raised as a monster.
She possessed recovery abilities far beyond ordinary people; she knew what it felt like to be hit by bullets and tortured.
But she had never seen anything like the man before her.
Withstanding a submachine gun barrage.
Having an arm blown off and instantly restoring it.
Crushing the armed men who had tortured her to no end with the most primitive and brutal physical means.
Lucas looked at her.
He didn’t speak.
His upper body was bare, his muscle lines clearly defined.
There wasn’t a single scar on his body, only the blood of others splashed on him.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”