461: Pan Han shows miracles

After hearing what the Captain had to say, these primary evolvers didn't say anything more, but instead, they all reloaded their weapons with brand-new magazines.

The Captain's eyes turned red; he hadn't known Pan Han for long, but Pan Han had shown him, a killer, what true justice meant!

The Captain had seen everything done in the Myanmar Northern Region, and although he had killed countless people, he could still distinguish right from wrong.

Not to mention that Pan Han had saved the Captain's life, and for that reason alone, he was willing to continue following Pan Han.

"Brothers! Since that's the case, no more nonsense. Let's fight them to the end!" The Captain held his machine gun across his chest and loaded a brand-new 100-round magazine.

"Captain, before I die, I want to clarify one thing!" At this moment, an injured soldier asked.

"Go ahead, brother." The Captain nodded and said.

The soldier looked at the wound on his arm where a bullet had grazed him; the flesh had been torn open, but there was very little bleeding.

"Captain, what exactly did the Cult Leader have us drink? Why is everyone so strong now?"

"Yeah, Captain, you never said anything before. Now that we brothers are about to die, can you let us die knowing the truth?" Another soldier also asked.

"Fine! It really should be said. I only know a little bit of information. Before the Cult Leader left, he said this stuff was called an Evolution Potion." The Captain nodded, looking at everyone with burning eyes.

"Evolution Potion?" Everyone was shocked to hear this; this kind of thing was only seen in movies.

"That's right! The situation was urgent at the time, and the Cult Leader didn't go into details. But I suspect that the Cult Leader's great abilities are inseparable from the Evolution Potion," the Captain said.

"Holy crap! Does that mean we possess the same bodies and abilities as the Cult Leader?"

"No way. I've seen the Cult Leader's true abilities; even if all dozen of us combined, we couldn't beat him."

The Captain also felt the soldiers' speculation made sense: "There is only one possibility: the Cult Leader's evolution level is higher than ours."

"Understood. Then let's show the Cult Leader our abilities. That way, we might have a chance to continue evolving!"

"Right! Today, let's fight to our hearts' content."

"Exactly, since we and the Cult Leader are all evolvers, we can't embarrass the Cult Leader!"

"Kill!" "Kill, kill, kill!" ...

The Captain wiped away his tears, stood up abruptly, and looked out the window: "Brothers, engage the enemy!"

From the ruined building, more than a dozen pitch-black gun barrels poked out, each backed by a pair of determined eyes.

"Screw you!" The Captain roared, letting out a deafening shout.

The sound waves formed a shape visible to the naked eye, rushing directly toward the enemy, followed by countless angry bullets.

"Ah!" "Ouch!" "Oh!" "Mommy!"

The soldiers of the officer were hit and fell to the ground one after another, groaning in pain.

Several bullets struck the vehicle where the officer was, making clanging sounds.

"Damn it! You really don't know what's good for you! Artillery, prepare!" The officer ducked his head, then fiercely threw down the receiver and roared.

"Yes!" The reply from the artillery unit came from afar.

Six 120mm mortars and six 37mm anti-aircraft guns all aimed at the building.

"Commander, the artillery is ready!"

"Fire!" Hearing this, the officer didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately gave the order.

Bang, bang, bang! Boom, boom, boom!

The Captain and the others simultaneously noticed the artillery in the distance spewing fire, and everyone shouted, "Long live the Cult Leader!"

The guns in their hands did not stop firing; they wanted to fire as many bullets as possible before the shells landed.

Just as the Captain and the others closed their eyes, waiting for the final moment, a miracle happened.

After waiting for a long time, the explosion never came; instead, they heard the frantic exclamations of the enemy soldiers.

The Captain was the first to open his eyes, but when he saw the scene before him, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

The others also opened their mouths wide, revealing expressions of disbelief.

The officer was so shocked he looked like a complete idiot, slowly sliding out of the car.

Ouyang Cong sat in the car, staring at the monitor, dumbfounded, the champagne glass in his hand falling to the ground.

"Cult... Cult Leader?"

The Captain, the soldiers, the officer, the troops, Ouyang Cong, and the others were all collectively stunned, their mouths seemingly uncontrollable as they squeezed out a few words!

They saw that above the building, dozens of shells were steadily suspended in mid-air, and a man was floating opposite them.

Who else could it be but Pan Han!

That former Cult Leader had returned!

"Captain, you did well! Take the brothers and get some rest; leave the rest to me."

Pan Han nodded at everyone, smiling as he transmitted his voice, exuding an aura of immense power.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The Captain and the others immediately let out cheers that sounded like a tsunami.

"The Cult Leader has returned!"

"The Cult Leader has come to save us!"

"The Cult Leader hasn't forgotten us!"

"Long live the Cult Leader!"

"Long live the Cult Leader!"

Pan Han looked at the shells before him, each carrying an overwhelming murderous aura, and smiled slightly.

With a thought of his divine sense, his words became law.

Pan Han drew circles in the air with his hands, and the shells began to rotate along with the spatial fluctuations.

At the same time, a visible barrier appeared around Pan Han, enclosing these shells.

"Explode for me." Pan Han softly uttered these three words.

The shells seemed to hear the command, exploding one after another within the barrier.

Boom, boom, boom!

The spatial barrier shook a few times from the explosions, surrounded by smoke.

But an even more miraculous scene occurred: the barrier began to split and deform, forming two smaller spaces.

One enclosed the smoke, and the other enclosed the explosion debris.

"Collect." Pan Han changed his hand gesture, continuing to channel his power.

The two small barriers began to shrink, eventually forming spheres the size of iron pots, obediently flying in front of Pan Han.

"Not bad. It seems I can use the power of the laws here just the same. Then the next part will be easy to handle."

Pan Han nodded with satisfaction; for him, this result was as good as it could possibly be.

"Take these to play with." Pan Han tossed the two small "pots" in front of the Captain and then flew directly in front of the officer.

"What is your name?" Pan Han's expression was as still as an ancient well, showing no signs of joy or sorrow.

"Cult... Cult Leader... Cult Leader."

At this moment, the officer's legs went weak, his back felt cold, his scalp tingled, and his mind went blank.

"Good, tell me, what is your name." Pan Han showed a slightly kindly expression, his gentle voice seeming to carry magic as it poured into the officer's ears.

"Reporting to you, Commander, this lowly one is called Liu Debiao."

"Debiao! Tell me, who gave you the order?"

"It was the Three Elders."

"How did you execute it?"

"No... not well." The officer didn't understand what Pan Han meant, only knowing that he couldn't move at all right now.

"Is that so? I think so too. According to the rules of the Knight Order, what should be done if a mission is not completed?" Pan Han asked.

"Reporting to the Cult Leader, one should commit suicide," the officer replied.

"It seems the rules are still the same rules. Very good. Then what should you do now?"

"I know what to do, Cult Leader. I won't trouble you to do it yourself." The officer's eyes were dull, like a walking corpse.

Pan Han nodded and didn't speak again.

The officer took out his pistol, aimed it at his own temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

Everything that should have come out came out, and everything that should have left, left completely.