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Chapter 376 - 233: Team Wipeout, Linda’s Resurrection from Death

Chapter 376: Chapter 233: Team Wipeout, Linda’s Resurrection from Death

"Don’t get excited," Erin pointed toward the distance.

Reinhardt followed her gesture and saw, on the open ground in the distance, rows of long rifles and short cannons aimed in their direction, and most absurdly, a chain-fed machine gun lying flat.

Seeing the muzzle of the machine gun, his expression finally became grave.

The bullets from that thing were at least a dozen centimeters long, typically used for anti-aircraft purposes or mounted on helicopters. One shot could literally shatter a person.

Reinhardt said in a lowered voice, "Aren’t you afraid that this will destroy the town?"

"You won’t have a problem if you surrender quietly, otherwise, all these sins will be blamed on you, Mr. Reinhardt!"

Ellie’s eyes were devoid of emotion, "If it weren’t to keep you from suspecting, you’d already be surrounded by armed helicopters. Put on the electronic bracelet, or die. It’s your choice."

As she spoke, she tossed a ring in front of Reinhardt.

The device, as thick as an adult’s big toe and flickering with light, clearly wasn’t anything benign.

"Surrender..."

Reinhardt cracked a smile, "Compromise is just the sorrow of the weak, pity is but a boring diversion for the strong. You have no idea what kind of monster you’ve provoked."

A wave of invisible oppression spread out.

Ellie’s expression changed.

This was at least a First Rank enhancer or Mutant!

First Rank corresponded to the Second Level combat operatives of various official organizations.

She was fully aware of what that strength meant!

"Engage!"

As Ellie spoke, she stepped back.

The two men behind her, expressionless, pulled out dual guns and started firing.

Da da da~

The two fired four handguns, emulating the effect of an automatic rifle.

In the blink of an eye.

Four pistols and over a hundred bullets were pumped into the body of the seemingly frail old man, causing him to tremble violently.

Oddly enough, there was no visible blood.

The next moment.

A flash of cold light.

The two gunmen stood rigid, a red line spread across their necks and, amid the squeaking sound of tearing flesh, their bodies slowly hit the ground, only to spray twin fountains of blood while the stoically standing figure colored the surroundings with a nauseating stench.

Ding ding ding~

Bullets were squeezed out of Reinhardt’s body.

Accompanying the bullets was his skin.

Reinhardt’s clothes and skin, along with the bullet holes, slowly ripped apart.

Amidst the merging and wriggling of his bones, his hands, hard as sickles, slowly tore through the outer skin, transforming into a handsome man standing nearly six-foot-three, clearly defined by layers of joints, slim and bent.

"It feels better to be back to normal."

Reinhardt lazily stretched his body, his numerous compound eyes looking toward the distant crowd. In a flash, his figure disappeared.

..

In the distance.

Ellie was still rushing toward the main force.

She was having regrets.

Reinhardt was so strong!

She should not have risked coming forward.

As a minor official with some authority, who normally did little but gained much, it was irrational for her to risk being at the front lines.

Luckily, she reacted quickly and was fast on her feet, with two expendable blockers to buy some time.

Initially uncertain of who the suspect was, the task force lay in wait outside the town. After confirming the suspect, they began their operations, so they were quite distanced from the cabin, a good hundred meters away.

For Ellie, with her leg muscles enhanced, even with short legs, she could cross that distance in about eight seconds.

Those two expendables, regardless of how incompetent, could surely buy eight seconds...

Ellie’s adrenaline surged, and her mind began to race illogically.

Even a First Rank master couldn’t withstand concentrated gunfire.

As long as she reached the crowd, she would be safe.

The next moment.

Ellie saw the horrified expressions on the faces of the combat team members ahead.

Then, disregarding their own lives, they opened fire!!!

..

Ellie was puzzled why these people would fire without considering their own safety.

She was a confidant of the chief of internal affairs in the CD organization!

With this thought.

A figure turned into an afterimage and vanished beside her.

Ellie, startled, realized, for some reason, her view was getting higher.

It was so high.

Being short, she seldom experienced such an odd perspective.

Only when her head tumbled, the residual nerves in her eyes saw the familiar, headless body that had followed its running inertia into the air, did Ellie realize what had happened.

She had been beheaded!

In that moment, time seemed to stop.

A myriad of memories flashed through her mind.

Endless darkness encroached.

In the last moments of her life, Ellie had only one thought: why did she only choose to enhance her leg muscles because she was afraid of pain when the minister suggested choosing body enhancements for a greater thrill?

...

With a single hand chop, Reinhardt killed the annoying woman.

He moved through the hail of bullets, roaring to the sky.

He dodged every bullet.

Those he couldn’t evade, he incredibly split with his hand like a knife.

Their slow neural responses and lack of experience in dealing with such exaggerated speeds meant that although they greatly outnumbered him, most aimed shots only hit his afterimages.

Only some flat-trajectory gunfires that didn’t worry about civilian casualties posed trouble for him.

But it was meaningless.

Ordinary bullets, he could split in an instant, only that anti-aircraft machine gun.

Its operator seemed to have dynamic vision, the bullets tailing him like a shadow, causing Reinhardt significant psychological pressure.