The people on the street who were covering their ears felt uncomfortable and shook their heads as they looked around for the source of the sound.
Luke was about to take out the M4A1 that was hidden under his armpit.
“Ahhhhhhhhh~~”
The roar surged again, and Luke’s head swelled with discomfort.
Sensing the information he got via his Sharp Nose, Luke almost laughed. You’re enjoying this, huh?
Ignoring the irritating roar, he sped up and jumped at the shortie who was attempting to rescue the prisoner as he stretched out one hand to grab the stranger. As he expected, when he reached the shortie, the roar suddenly stopped.
Supporting the hooded man with their left hand, the stranger blocked Luke with the other.
A cold smile on his face, Luke grabbed the person’s hand and was about to twist their arm behind their back, when –
Boom!
The glove on the hand that Luke was holding exploded without warning, and he was flung back more than ten meters.
When he was still in the air, the roar rang out again to envelop Luke more fiercely than before. Even with his physique, he still felt dizzy.
Luke was both pissed and amused. You sure know how to use your ability creatively!
The moment he landed, he exerted strength in his legs and sprinted back.
He raised his fists and punched the hooded man as well as the shortie pulling him along in their stomachs at the same time.
Only then did he raise his gun to shoot at a particular window next to the road.
“Ahhh- ugh…” The roar promptly wobbled and was cut off.
Luke didn’t stop. He took a running leap onto the wall. Grabbing the ridges on the wall of the apartment building, he heaved himself up and climbed upward.
He was as nimble as a monkey. Borrowing the strength of Elementary Parkour and Quick Reflex, he made use of the ridges and cracks in the wall and reached the third floor in less than ten seconds. He then jumped through the window which he had shattered.
“Ahhhhh!”
Bang!
“Ouch!”
Luke drew back his fist and said, “If you shout again, I’ll punch twenty centimeters higher next time.”
The shortie who was kneeling on the floor could barely respond. She was curled up and retching as she gripped her stomach.
Luke’s punch just now had almost made her throw up her lunch.
Luke spoke into the walkie-talkie. “Hondo, how are you doing?”.
As he asked the question, he took out handcuffs and put them on the shortie on the floor. He then picked her up by the back of her neck and went downstairs.
Over the walkie-talkie, Hondo gave a rare “motherf*cker” before he replied, “I’m fine, just feeling sick.” Luke didn’t know what to say either. Even he had felt lightheaded at this shortie’s roar; it would be strange if a regular person like Harrison didn’t feel terrible.
He reached the bottom of the building with the shortie in less than twenty seconds. He reached into his pocket and took out what looked like a flashlight.
Walking out of the main entrance and onto the road, he saw the other shortie with her back to him as she struggled to get up. Luke firmly stabbed the thing he was holding… at her butt.
It was waving right in front of his face, after ali!
Zi! Zi! Zi!
Putong!
The person had only gotten up halfway, when she convulsed and collapsed again.
Luke snorted. That’s for the explosion just now!
The SWAT members in the third car crawled out and reported no casualties.
The attack they suffered earlier was very strange. Their car had only been flipped over, but they were fine.
Harrison simply had them push the car back over. The mission had just started. They couldn’t take a break yet.
He then looked at the backseat of his car.
There were now four people there. However, it was Luke who was sitting in the middle now. On his left were the two shorties he had just thrown in, and on his right was the hooded man.
Seeing Harrison’s gaze, Luke said, “These two are a little tricky. They can’t be left alone here. Have Christmas Girl (Sanchez’s codename) take the third car.”
Outside the car, Sanchez smiled bitterly. She didn’t need to hear Harrison’s order. “Got it, I’m going over.”
Saying that, she staggered over to the third car that was now the right way up.
A moment later, the three cars moved out again.
The passers-by were completely confused. What was that? It hadn’t looked like a gunfight. Was it some kind of prank, or some reality show being filmed?
Plenty of production teams and idiots had done this before in Los Angeles, and everybody was familiar with it.
In the second car, Luke pointed his Glock at the two people on his left, one of whom was sitting on the other. “You didn’t hurt any of my colleagues earlier and I don’t want to turn your faces into tomato paste, so just sit there and don’t think about trying anything.” On his left, two faces that were almost identical glared at him.
These were two girls who looked to be around fifteen at most. They were minors, and probably twins.
They both had blond hair, except that one had a longer mushroom-like hairstyle while the other had a boy’s cut.
They also had blue eyes, upturned noises, thin and cute upper lips and slightly plump lower lips. Along with their oval faces, they would certainly grow into beautiful women in the future.
It was also one of the reasons why Luke hadn’t blown their heads up just now.
Beautiful girls, particularly two who had yet to become adults, always deserved more mercy.
The other reason was that even though their attack caused a mess, none of the police officers had really been injured.
In the third car that had been blown onto its side, the SWAT members had nothing more than bruises or scratches.
Although Luke had been blown back ten meters, the explosion had been a very strange one, and seemed to only be some sort of shock wave which had sent him flying.
In Harrison’s car, everybody only felt dizzy and nauseated. Hence, these were a pair of twins with extraordinary abilities.
And they had pretty interesting abilities. One of them could create shock waves similar to explosions, and the other… could roar like a lion?
The girl who created the shock waves was the one with mushroom hair. She was also the one who had opened the door to take the hooded man.
The girl who roared like a lion was the one with short hair, who used her ability to provide “remote” reinforcement from her high vantage point on the third floor. However, nobody dared to underestimate these two little girls. They had almost carried off the hooded man just now.
If Harrison hadn’t dragged Luke once more into the mission tonight, they would’ve already succeeded.
The two young faces that were almost identical glared at Luke furiously, but they didn’t dare try anything.
Just now, Luke had taught them a good lesson.
More importantly, Luke had stuffed a towel into the mouth of the girl with the lion’s roar, and she had been placed on top of her sister who could create the shock waves.
Not only was it hard for them to move, Luke also had his gun trained on them.
They were not only audacious but also very smart, if not overly so.
In the afternoon, hundreds of criminals with armored trucks, helicopters and machine guns had been deployed, but they hadn’t even been able to reach the masked man. Yet, these two girls had managed it.
Harrison even started to question himself. Was there a major flaw in his plan? How else could this have happened?