The Demon's Menu-Chapter 845: I Predicted Your Prediction (3)

Pers almost instantly crawled into the back seat.

"What do we do?”

The ‘contact’ yelled loudly.

"Fire back!”

It was only natural for Roslor to say this as he pulled the trigger again.

Pers was stunned.

He did not know where Roslor’s natural assumption came from.

Was he not afraid?

Did he not fear death?

His heart was full of doubts, but at this moment, he could not ask.

All he could do was pick up a grenade, pull the pin, and throw it.

Boom!

Pers was throwing blindly.

But luck was on his side.

The shrapnel from the exploding grenade completely covered two cars, causing them to tilt and fall over, one of which even triggered a chain collision with the vehicle behind it.

"Nicely done!”

Roslor cheered loudly for Pers.

In this doctor’s view, although Pers often seemed cowardly, he was reliable in critical moments.

Look, this is the proof.

Pers had no idea what had happened.

He carefully peered out and looked back.

Seeing the pursuers thwarted once again, the ‘contact’ tried to speak in a nonchalant tone.

"Of course, I am a professional.”

After saying this, Pers immediately began to regret it again.

Why did I say that?

Hadn’t we agreed that seeking vain glory only leads to suffering?

Why am I doing this again?

As Pers was immersed in his regret, he gripped his shotgun tightly.

It had come to this…

I have no way back!

I must hold on!

I will survive to the end!

Pers gritted his teeth and thought.

Then, the ‘contact’ raised his gun and aimed at the vehicles that were pursuing them once more.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The distinctive sound of the shotgun reverberated through the night streets.

Firing in wide arcs, the shotgun, which hardly needed to be aimed, and the incessantly pursuing vehicles desperate to close in allowed Pers to repeatedly achieve hits.

And the occasional grenades thrown out were a constant headache for the pursuers behind them.

However, as time progressed, the number of pursuing vehicles from behind seemed to only increase.

They even felt overwhelmingly numerous.

"Did they bring every car in the entire city?”

Pers couldn’t help but say.

Then, he pulled the trigger again.

Click! Click!

The sound of the hammer striking nothing made Pers’s face change, and when he realized the magazine was empty as well, his complexion turned extremely grim.

He turned his head to look at Roslor.

"I’m out of bullets too!”

Roslor answered.

This is the end!

Pers lamented internally.

But Billder remained calm.

"Don’t panic when things happen!”

"Because

"Heaven never seals off all exits!”

This is what Billder said as he began to floor the accelerator.

He aimed straight for a warehouse ahead and charged at it.

Whirr!

The car, like a wild horse breaking free, smashed into the warehouse.

Crash!

Amidst the sound of the warehouse door flying open, the car disappeared into the shadows inside the warehouse.

The pursuing cars arrived one after another.

They stopped at the entrance of the warehouse and got out of their vehicles.

Then—

Rumble!

The deep, powerful sound of an engine, like the roar of a wild beast, could be heard.

The ground even trembled slightly.

The pursuers looked at each other, confused.

As they stood unsure of what to do, a colossal object burst out of the warehouse.

Steel body, rolling tracks, and a turret with dual gun barrels.

An armored fighting vehicle!

Bang, bang!

Boom! Boom!

The artillery fired in unison, two shells falling among the pursuers, immediately resulting in a fiery surge of flames.

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"Billder, how could there be armored vehicles here?”

Having just fired, Pers asked Billder with excitement etched on his face.

"I used to be a security consultant for the ‘Send Family.’

Billder mumbled his explanation.

Pers didn’t press for details.

At that moment, inside the armored vehicle, he felt a complete sense of security.

He adjusted the cannon’s aim, targeting those in pursuit, incessantly pressing the fire button.

The automatic loading system allowed Pers to fire at will, unrestrainedly.

Suddenly, the pursuers turned from hunters into prey.

Bodies were thrown about chaotically.

Screams of agonizing pain echoed incessantly.

The situation had almost reversed in an instant.

Roslor breathed a sigh of relief.

Pers shouted out loud, venting the pressure that had built up until just moments ago.

Only Billder, who was driving, had a serious expression.

His physicality had incredibly surpassed that of an average person due to the previous anomaly and his perception had undergone an extraordinary change; otherwise, he would have been unable to evade Xilin’s multiple ambushes.

This time, he sensed a level of danger far surpassing any he had felt before.

"Get out of the car!”

Billder made the decisive command.

Roslor didn’t hesitate to comply.

Having survived life and death together on numerous occasions, he completely trusted Billder.

Although Pers hesitated initially, once he saw Roslor exit the vehicle, he quickly followed suit.

And as the three men left the armored vehicle

Sss, sss!

The sound of intense corrosion emerged!

The trio turned their heads toward the armored vehicle.

What had seemed an incredibly sturdy vehicle to the average person was now melting away.

A mass of dark green liquid clinging to the vehicle caused it to melt like a burning candle.

More importantly, an invisible force had bound them, firmly anchoring them in place.

Even Billder, whose physical strength was extraordinary, was no exception.

Step, step step!

Amid the crisp sounds of footsteps, a tall woman with a high ponytail emerged.

She wore no complex gown, only leather armor and a long spear.

Her streamlined muscles made her appear like a female leopard.

Behind her, two figures cloaked in capes stood quietly, their faces obscured.

One of them raised a hand toward the battlefield.

The other pointed at them.

Billder, Roslor, and Pers were no fools and immediately understood what was happening.

Secret abilities!

The true foundation of the great family clans!

Hera 10 looked at the three captives, barely able to suppress her laughter.

"You served as bait, drawing my attention while slowly increasing this lure, ensnaring me in a tactic from which I cannot escape,” she said.

"Quite a good plan,” she remarked.

"Alas, I predicted your predictions!”

"I’m not going to gradually increase my power; I threw in all my strength from the start!”

"So

"I’ve won!”

Hera 10 declared.

Her gaze swept over Billder, Roslor, and Pers.

At that moment in Hera 10’s heart, she was already contemplating how to pry open their mouths to learn more about Losa 11.

Of course, once she knew everything, she intended to use the three men and Losa 11 for some kind of deal.

Maximizing benefits, why not enjoy it?

However, the looks in their eyes were a bit strange.

Why do they keep staring behind me?

Is that…

The smell of blood!

Hera 10 was initially puzzled, but upon smelling the blood, she reacted extremely swiftly. Instead of turning around immediately, she dashed forward two steps before turning, and at the moment of turning, she aimed her spear behind her.

But!

When Hera 10 saw what lay behind her, she trembled, nearly dropping her spear.

Under the moonlight, a mask of ice emerged from the shadows.

The enigmatic figure had penetrated the chest of one of the ‘Hera Family’s’ ‘Secret Keepers’ with a knife and was strangling the neck of another.

Crack.

The clear sound of breaking bones resounded.

Jason’s gaze turned towards Hera 10.

Instantly, Hera 10 felt as if she had been targeted by a mythical beast.

She felt it.

Suffocation.