553: Chapter 553 The one who needs to open their eyes wide is you!

Chapter 553: The Person Who Needs to Open Their Eyes Is You!

On the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building, gunshots exploded, and gunfire constantly burst forth.

The heavy smell of blood, carried by the high-altitude cold current, drilled straight into people's nasal cavities.

This place had long lost its initial peace and completely degenerated into a tragic gladiatorial arena.

On the ground, aside from corpses lying crisscross, there were concrete fragments and charred marks left by the battle everywhere.

The dazzling LED cold lights penetrated the smoke, casting the four struggling figures in a particularly disheveled light.

The four new members of the Illuminati had fallen into a perilous situation at this moment.

Everyone was wounded on their bodies, their clothes cut by sharp blades or scorched by flames, stained with dust and blood.

They leaned against the broken walls, breathing heavily with tight expressions.

But even so, fierce lights still bloomed in those pairs of eyes, staring fixedly at the approaching enemies.

The collapse of the situation had happened just two minutes ago.

At the beginning, relying on a surprise attack and the cooperation of the action plan formulated according to intelligence, they indeed suppressed the arrogant momentum of the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group.

Until the man wearing the clown mask officially joined the battle, the situation was completely reversed.

The Masked Man didn't even Move his steps, just standing in the center of the battlefield.

That invisible yet terrifying psychokinetic power covered the entire broad rooftop like tentacles.

He was like a ghost manipulating marionettes, wantonly interfering with everyone's actions and manipulating the balance of the battle.

Whenever members of the Illuminati gained an advantage or tried to organize a counterattack, an invisible force would always meddle.

Either the bullets that were originally bound to hit were deflected, or the route of attack was suddenly blocked off.

This suppression force akin to a dimensional reduction strike instantly shattered the advantages of the original team cooperation, plunging everyone into a quagmire where they could only take a beating passively.

On the east side of the rooftop, Pang Hu's situation was the most perilous.

That muscular monster standing two meters and three tall was simply a killing machine without any sense of pain.

He didn't use any fancy Moves at all, simply rampaging and crashing around relying on beast-like fierceness and brute force.

His swung fists slammed down frantically like a pile driver, stirring up a whistling sound of tearing through the air.

Although Pang Hu's physique far exceeded ordinary people, in front of such abnormal power, he could only retreat step by step.

He raised his arms to hard-withstand a heavy blow, and the bones of his forearms instantly made a crisp cracking sound under the unbearable burden.

The whole person was shaken to stagger backward by this huge impact force, and the fresh blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth instantly stained his chin red.

"Bah!"

Pang Hu spat out the bloody foam in his mouth, his fierceness instead stimulated by the severe pain, and he cursed angrily at the monster in front of him:

"Man-eating beast, when your mother gave birth to you, was her head caught in a door?"

"You piece of trash that only grows flesh without brains, Grandpa I will definitely smash your teeth into pieces today!"

Although Da Xiong couldn't understand what he was saying, he could feel the provocation of this ant in front of him.

Responding to Pang Hu was a simple and crude heavy punch.

Pang Hu didn't care to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and with a loud roar, he met it head-on again.

Trying to use his body to restrain the actions of this terrifying monster, striving for combat space for other teammates.

On the other side, Feiying was similarly in extreme danger.

Several rusted iron pipes, accelerated by psychokinesis, shot over like javelins from a dead angle on the side.

Feiying, who was fighting in close quarters with Black Mamba, felt his scalp instantly explode, instinctively wanting to dodge to the left.

However, in the air on the left, the invisible Black Mamba had been waiting for a long time, and that poisoned dagger exuded a chill of death.

There was an invisible assassin in front and psychokinesis-controlled hidden weapons in the back.

Feiying's eye corners twitched, and alarm bells rang loudly in his heart.

At this critical moment, he forcefully twisted his waist, interrupting his original momentum of motion.

His body leaned backward in an extremely awkward posture.

The iron pipe instantly flew past the tip of his nose, plunging fiercely into the cement ground beside him.

Although he avoided the fatal attack that pierced his body, Black Mamba's dagger still slashed a deep and long cut under his ribs.

Fresh blood instantly stained the white T-shirt red, and the toxin seemed to be rapidly invading the blood vessels, with a paralyzing sensation spreading to other parts of his waist and abdomen.

Feiying gave a muffled grunt, but didn't even have time to cover his wound.

He endured the severe pain, his toes touching the ground, and his entire body rotated and bounced away like a spinning top.

At the same time, the butterfly knife in his hand swept out a curtain of silver light with a backhand, forcing back the invisible enemy who wanted to press the attack.

"Damn it, how is this supposed to be fought? Someone is even taking sides!"

"I clearly could have killed that black ghost!"

Feiying wiped the blood on his face, filled with grievance and frustration.

His chest heaved violently, while guarding against invisible knives and dodging debris flying all over the sky, his physical strength was rapidly depleting.

Just at this moment, near the helipad on the north side of the rooftop, another loud rumble suddenly came.

That huge stainless steel water storage tank finally exploded completely under the continuous attack of high-explosive fireballs.

Tons of tap water mixed with scalding high-temperature steam instantly turned into a white torrent pouring out.

Countless sharp metal fragments were wrapped inside it, smashing fiercely onto the two people behind the cover.

"Be careful!"

At the critical moment, Hawkeye didn't hesitate at all, grabbed Lao Chen beside him, and forcefully pushed him toward a safer corner.

While he himself hard-withstood this wave of impact with his back.

The scalding water current and sharp iron sheet fragments smashed fiercely onto his back.

Hawkeye let out a suppressed groan of pain, and his body was instantly knocked over onto the ground by the impact force.

Lao Chen rolled twice on the ground and looked up to see the bloody and mangled tragic state of Hawkeye's back.

He didn't care about his own safety, scrambled and rushed over, and propped up Hawkeye's arm.

"Hurry and leave!"

Lao Chen roared, dragging Hawkeye, whose leg was injured, and ran wildly in a disheveled manner on the slippery ground.

The two just threw themselves into the shadow behind a broken wall.

Whoosh—

Two scorching fire serpents followed closely behind, burning the place where they had just stayed into charred black.

Hawkeye's face was as pale as paper, leaning against the wall and panting violently, but there was not the slightest weakness in those falcon-like eyes.

He quickly checked the sniper rifle in his hand, and after confirming that the firearm was intact, his gaze became sharp again.

Obviously preparing to carry injuries and continue to plunge into battle.

Lao Chen looked at his companion fighting so desperately, feeling both moved and anxious in his heart.

He himself was no better off.

His face was full of black ash and abrasions, and his shoulders had cuts torn open by steel bars during avoidance.

Drops of blood were sliding down his arm, sticking to the dust-covered jacket.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Lao Chen leaned his back against the cement wall, panting heavily, while using his extraordinary ears to capture every subtle movement on the rooftop.

At this moment, he could clearly hear the sound of each companion's heart beating violently.

Thump! Thump!

That was the wail of bodily functions nearing exhaustion.

If this continued, within a few minutes at most, everyone would die here!

Where on earth had that young president gone?

Lao Chen anxiously raised his head, his gaze subconsciously sweeping around.

And it was just this glance that made his whole body shake.

Seeing the four iron cages holding hostages below the lightning rod base, one of them was surprisingly empty at the moment.

Several thumb-thick threaded steel bars were actually forcibly bent open by brute force, presenting a distorted gap.

Shen Wei, who should have been locked inside, was long gone.

Only the other three anxious "little pigs" remained, eagerly looking toward the east side of the rooftop, as if waiting for something.

Lao Chen's pupils slightly constricted, and then his heart burst with wild joy.

The battle situation just now was too fierce, causing no one to have spare energy to pay attention to that side.

Now coming back to his senses and thinking carefully, it must have been the president who climbed onto the rooftop from the outer wall of the building, seized the opportunity of the melee, and rescued people during the chaos.

Since the hostages had been safely transferred, their mission this time could actually be considered successfully completed.

"Hehe, do you rats still want to make a last-ditch struggle?"

Not far away, an incomparably smug laughter came.

Fire Dragon hid behind the Masked Man, playing with a ball of crimson flame in his hand.

He was the only one in the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group who was wounded, and the blood hole on his thigh was still oozing blood, but this did not hinder his arrogance at the moment.

"Weren't you quite able to run just now? Why aren't you running anymore?"

Fire Dragon's face carried cruel pleasure, and his awkward tone appeared exceptionally grating:

"Since you like playing hide-and-seek, then Grandpa will burn this place to the ground and see which rat hole you can drill into!"

His eyes swept across the front playfully, as if he could see through the broken walls and see the two people hiding behind trembling with fear.

"Hehe, tonight I will be a chef for once and make a BBQ barbecue feast for Da Xiong!"

Fire Dragon sneered viciously, raised his hand again, and flung out an orange-red fireball, rushing straight toward that broken wall.

"Three o'clock direction, upward 40 degree angle!"

Lao Chen's ears slightly moved, instantly distinguishing the sound of the flame piercing the air, and he urgently reported the coordinates.

Hawkeye had cooperated with him many times and had long had a matchless tacit understanding.

Without any hesitation, he immediately endured the severe pain in his back, abruptly poked out half his body, and instantly pulled the trigger relying on muscle memory.

Bang!

This shot was still incomparably precise, even more resolute and swift than before.

The bullet traced a bizarre arc in the air, bypassed the fireball in front, and went straight for Fire Dragon's throat.

Forcing him to have to dodge, thereby disrupting the attack trajectory of the fireball.

However, at the very instant the bullet was about to hit.

The Masked Man, who had been standing with his hands behind his back all along, merely slightly raised his eyelids.

Hum!

The air two meters in front of Fire Dragon suddenly became as viscous as glue.

That special armor-piercing bullet wrapped with huge kinetic energy was like crashing into an invisible wall, its rotation speed dropping sharply.

The glowing red bullet head frictioned violently in the air, even making an ear-piercing "zi-zi" sound.

Finally, at a place only a few inches away from Fire Dragon's throat, the bullet completely exhausted all kinetic energy and hovered for an instant.

Clang.

The severely deformed copper bullet head fell limply, bouncing a few times on the cement ground and making a crisp sound.

Seeing this, Fire Dragon's startled heart instantly returned to his stomach.

The smile on his face then became brighter and more unbridled.

With the boss's absolute defense layer, he was simply in an undefeated position!

"Is this the power of S-rank?"

Lao Chen looked at this scene, a deep sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.

No matter how godlike Hawkeye's Marksmanship was, in front of the absolute power gap, all skills appeared pale and ridiculous.

At this time, the very front of the battlefield also decided the outcome.

Facing the muscular monster whose strength was terrifyingly powerful, Pang Hu was covered in blood, but still fought to the death without retreating.

His left arm presented a distorted fracture state, only hanging limply by his side.

But he still held the knuckle duster with his remaining right hand, spitting out bloody saliva while cursing fiercely at the behemoth in front of him:

"Come on! Continue! Fuck your mother, today either you die, or Grandpa hangs here!"

"Roar—"

Da Xiong let out a tyrannical roar, seized the gap in Pang Hu's defense, and smashed a heavy punch fiercely.

This punch was solid, without any space to unload the force.

Pang Hu had nowhere to dodge and could only grit his teeth and hard-push up with his right shoulder.

"Crack!"

That was a teeth-aching sound of bone cracking.

Pang Hu's whole person was as if he was hit head-on by a heavy truck traveling at high speed.

His sturdy body weighing over three hundred catties directly flew off the ground, spewing a stream of blood in the air, and smashed heavily onto the ventilation duct more than ten meters away.

The iron sheet duct was smashed into a depression.

Pang Hu fell to the ground, struggling to climb up, but appeared a bit unable to keep going.

Seeing this, Lao Chen was burning with anxiety.

He couldn't drag it out anymore, if he dragged it on, they would truly be completely wiped out!

Since the hostages had been rescued, the only task now was to survive.

"Stop fighting, the mission is already completed!"

Lao Chen used all his strength and roared toward his companions who were still fighting bitterly:

"Everyone, immediately retreat into the stairwell, and retreat while fighting using the terrain!"

This shouted voice resounded on the noisy battlefield.

Feiying and Pang Hu, who were originally prepared to fight to the death, hearing this, subconsciously looked toward the direction of the iron cages, and their eyes instantly lit up.

However, before they could make any Moves, a bone-chillingly cold laughter seemed to come from the depths of Hell.

"Want to leave?"

The Masked Man spoke.

That clown mask on his face appeared exceptionally hideous and eerie under the lights.

He stood with his hands behind his back, glancing disdainfully at this group of disheveled intruders:

"Is the territory of Blood Thorn somewhere you can come whenever you want and leave whenever you want?"

Following his voice falling, a psychokinetic power terrifying and suffocating to the extreme erupted without reservation.

The entire rooftop seemed to tremble along with it.

The scattered steel bars, gravel, glass shards, and even the twisted wreckage of the iron door on the ground.

At this moment, all of them violated the Law of gravity and slowly floated into mid-air.

Dense and numerous, blocking out the night sky.

Every fragment vibrated under the blessing of psychokinesis, making a buzzing humming sound.

At this moment, the Masked Man seemed to become the Incarnation and Dominator of this space.

As long as he had a single thought, the "hidden weapons" all over the sky would instantly fall, piercing everyone in the Illuminati into minced meat.

Despair shrouded their hearts.

Pang Hu leaned against the deformed pipe, looking at the countless sharp blades suspended in the air, a bitter smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Feiying's hand holding the knife couldn't help trembling slightly.

As for Hawkeye and Lao Chen hiding behind the cover, their gazes likewise dimmed.

In front of absolute strength, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and even escaping had become an extravagant hope.

The Masked Man enjoyed this pleasure of controlling life and death, slowly raising his right hand with five fingers spread wide, aiming at the crowd of the Illuminati.

"In your next life, remember to open your eyes wider."

He said indifferently, his fingers slightly closing, preparing to drop the final judgment.

Just at this moment, a calm voice abruptly sounded from the darkness.

"The person who should open their eyes wide is you."

That voice was not loud, but it drilled into the ears of every single person present with crystal clarity.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads at this instant, gazing in the direction the sound came from.

Seeing in the dark shadow on the east side of the rooftop, on that guardrail wall, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.

The night wind blew fiercely, fluttering the black hem of his clothes.

With both hands shoved in his pockets, he stood on the edge of several hundred meters high altitude.

Behind him were the dazzling neon lights of the entire city and the bottomless abyss.

He overlooked the Masked Man from a high position.

In those pairs of pupils danced soul-stirring golden light, just like a deity watching the ants on the ground.