Chapter 701: Chapter 77 Prelude Resounds_2
They would never scatter like a swarm of bees.
Because that would only make them targets.
Under normal circumstances, that would be enough.
A piercing, special noise suddenly came from high above.
Hearing this sound, the faces of John and the other two changed.
Brian shouted loudly.
This middle-aged father threw away the submachine gun in his hand and picked up his daughter, running towards the distance.
Heavy bombers at that!
The bombs inside were naturally heavy-duty!
One bomb could flatten a football field!
Sweat appeared on the father’s forehead.
He never expected those bastards to crazily use a bomber to target Jason.
Likewise, neither John nor McCaul had expected it.
McCaul shouted at Telly without looking back.
He sent two drones soaring into the sky.
He was buying time for everyone.
McCaul’s eyes widened, not even blinking as sweat ran down, his hands moving quickly and steadily.
The two drones, one after the other, flew towards the falling black spots.
The distance between them closed rapidly.
Delbon, who jumped into the car, looked up at the sky.
He knew what McCaul was trying to do, of course.
So, at this moment, he prayed silently.
Once such a bomb hit the ground,
Aside from death, Delbon couldn’t think of anything else.
Only by detonating them in the air could everyone survive.
Not just Delbon, but everyone in the car was praying silently.
But at any time, things don’t change according to people’s wishes.
Amidst the sound of gunfire,
The two drones were shot down directly.
Seeing the drones fall apart, Delbon’s face turned pale.
His instinct for survival made him shout out.
"Jason’s not in the car!”
Telly, who was driving, shouted anxiously.
Everyone was stunned.
Everything that had just happened was so sudden that they hadn’t noticed whether Jason had gotten into the car.
"Could he be in the other car
Delbon answered subconsciously.
But before he could finish speaking, Delbon’s voice stopped abruptly.
The rest also saw Jason.
Still standing in front of ‘Flame Pavilion’, he hadn’t moved an inch; the only change was he had looked up at the falling bombs.
What was he going to do?
A question rose in Delbon’s mind.
Then, while he was still thinking, he saw Jason raise his right hand.
A whiff of flame was born from the palm, condensed into a ball, and rapidly grew larger.
In a breath, the fireball grew from the size of a fist to that of a basketball.
Then, it flew out as Jason threw his arm down.
The fireball flew straight up into the sky, directly towards those falling heavy bombs.
Delbon immediately prayed again.
"This time it must hit!”
The prayers echoed inside the car, everyone’s hearts clenched once more.
Then, under everyone’s gaze, the fireball, which was getting closer to those heavy bombs, suddenly extinguished!
One moment it was burning fiercely!
The next, it was like a candle flame in a strong wind, puffing out!
"Someone has set up a ritual!”
Delbon said, his face looking ugly.
The establishment of a ‘ritual’ naturally signified that individuals from the ‘Mystical Side’ had joined in.
And this was definitely not good news.
That ‘traitor,’ had he also recruited ‘Mystical Side’ individuals?
And since they had set up a ritual targeting Jason, it definitely wasn’t just against flames; there were certainly other aspects as well.
Mccaul’s expression also turned particularly ugly at this moment.
Then, the detective thought of something.
"Telly, start the car.”
Telly, sitting at the steering wheel, immediately turned the key, but the car that was previously fine now wouldn’t start at all. The intermittent gasping sound of the engine was like an old man on his deathbed, seemingly about to breathe his last at any moment.
"Has the car been sabotaged?”
"Telly, stay in the car.”
Mccaul nodded, spoke to Telly, and then jumped out of the vehicle.
Sitting idly wasn’t Mccaul’s style.
Now that someone had set a trap,
After exchanging glances with Brian, who had also jumped down, the two quickly vanished into the night.
Although they hadn’t seen John, they believed he was already taking action.
This kind of trust was something that only combat comrades had.
Just as they trusted Jason.
In front of the burning ‘Flame Pavilion,’ Jason raised both hands, and after two fireballs rapidly took shape, they were flung out.
One fireball stopped by a ‘ritual’?