The plasma explodes instantly.
The burst of bright lightning completely engulfs Boban. The extrely high temperature incinerates his two-hundred-kilogram body to ash in a single mont!
Bang bang bang!
At the sa ti, more plasma spheres spew from the dark corners. For a mont, it's like a roaring, crazed thunderstorm!
"What is this?!"
"Ball of lightning?!"
Mysteries clearly beyond human understanding throw the gangsters into shock. They roar. They shout.
But no one dares raise their firearms to fight back!
However, once Boban's ashes are blown away by the wind and settle on the ground, soone finally reacts.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Countless plasma spheres overwhelm everyone present. They even detonate the grenades piled on the ground!
Boom boom boom!
The air itself seems to tremble. The violent shockwave shatters all the glass in Treasure Mall with crackling, explosive sounds.
A tall figure wearing a black waterproof coat, hair wrapped in a red bandana, and a gas mask covering his face slowly steps out of the shadows.
He faces the remaining flas and heat in the air, the flashlight beams still flickering weakly. The entire scene feels like walking on fresh streets after rain—except he's stepping into an extrely bloody slaughterhouse.
Countless pieces of broken flesh and blood mix with human ashes. The ground is covered with craters and pockmarks. Occasionally, there are stumps and severed limbs still twitching. Then the tall, silent figure steps over them.
Staring at the extrely tragic scenes around him, Nolan seems accustod to it. Even the discomfort that erges in his heart is gradually drowned out by the sound of breathing echoing in his mask.
This makes him feel like he's back in the "good" days in the underground tunnels.
However, even though Nolan was ntally prepared, he still underestimated the power of the plasma pistol.
It took only about ten seconds. More than thirty ard humans completely disappeared from the world.
Although there's also the unexpected factor of the grenade explosions, this is the real battlefield. There are always surprises and accidents.
The soles of Nolan's boots step on sticky flesh. Through the diffusing smoke, he confirms that there's no one alive in the entire scene.
Nolan hesitates. Still, he bends down and picks up firearms that haven't been blown to pieces or lted between flesh and blood.
After simple screening by the simulator, there are only eighteen firearms left that et the requirents. They're absorbed into cooldown ti.
[Increase cooling ti: Eighteen hours]
"What a big loss..."
Nolan can't help but mutter to himself. He deeply regrets his reckless action just now.
He'd originally wanted to sneak in for an assassination using traps. He wouldn't use the powerful plasma pistol until the dead bodies made the others aware of his presence.
However, the fat guy was obviously the gang leader. His crazed pep talk caught Nolan off guard, leaving no ti to prepare. He could only use his plasma pistol recklessly, trying to stop these guys from breaking out of Hell's Kitchen and causing more casualties.
The effect was outstanding, at least.
At this mont, Nolan, wearing the gas mask, takes a deep breath as if rembering sothing. He turns around and searches his surroundings again, this ti with a larger scope.
Sure enough, from several abandoned shelves knocked down by the blast wave, he easily finds a dozen black packages.
Opening the zippers, there are stacks of banknotes inside. This seems to be the life-saving money revealed in Fatty's words.
"Well... not a loss."
Nolan, who has no ti to count them, picks up the black packages one by one and turns toward the door of Treasure Mall.
The loud explosion and rising smoke will soon attract police or criminals. As the culprit, Nolan needs to get far away from the scene.
However, just as Nolan reaches the mall entrance, when one foot hasn't yet stepped over the threshold, a dark red short stick suddenly shoots out from a dark corner!
Sensing danger, Nolan drops the packages. The Catachan Fang is raised instantly, blade facing forward, blocking the attack!
With a soft sound, the tal stick is cut cleanly in half by the sharp-edged Catachan Fang!
Nolan's back bows slightly. His muscles swell. The soles of his military boots bite hard into the ground. His entire body is ready for battle!
At the sa ti, a slender figure wearing dark red leather armor walks out of the shadows. The short stick in one hand dances slowly, humming softly through the air.
"Devil of Hell's Kitchen?"
Nolan narrows his eyes and says in a low voice through the gas mask. "Don't interfere... only gang criminals died here!"
"Red bandana? I thought you were just a false character made up by the police to deal with the dia..."
Daredevil, wearing a dark red mask, listens intently. The short horns on his head shine slightly, like a pair of demonic fangs.
"Hell's Kitchen is my territory. You've crossed the line... and you shouldn't kill anyone!"
Before he finishes speaking, Daredevil rushes forward. The short stick in his hand seems to have life and suddenly extends significantly! The stick head attacks like a venomous snake, whipping toward Nolan's head.
Nolan snorts coldly through his gas mask. He doesn't waste words. He raises the Catachan Fang in his hand slightly. The blade collides violently with the stick head, completely knocking it away.
However, in such a brief mont, Daredevil has closed the distance quickly. The space between them is less than one ter!
At the sa ti that the short stick in his hand is pulled back by steel wire, one foot stomps the ground. His knee, wrapped in leather armor, drives toward Nolan's abdon!
Nolan's left hand clenches into a fist. It drops with a bang, almost simultaneously striking Daredevil's knee.
Fist and leg intersect, making a dull collision sound. The huge reaction force makes both n lean back slightly.
In comparison, Nolan's reaction is obviously faster. He imdiately follows his subconscious habit—reaching for his plasma pistol to shoot the other party.
But his instinct is forcibly controlled by reason. This makes Nolan hesitate for a mont.
However, Daredevil before him seems to have caught Nolan's small flaw. He raises one foot high and kicks Nolan's chest fiercely!
Nolan's strong body flies backward instantly, landing heavily three ters away!
Seeing that his opponent is in a weak position, Daredevil seems slightly relieved. He adjusts the short stick in his palm. Just as he's about to move forward, he stops and listens intently.
At this mont, Nolan presses one palm against his chest. The expression on the face behind his mask becos much colder.
He slowly rises from the ground and twists his head slightly.
Nolan doesn't seem to have any intention of taking out the plasma pistol. Instead, he tears off his waterproof coat and throws it on the ground.
At the sa ti, Nolan actually reverses his grip on the Catachan Fang, holding it with the back of the blade facing outward. He speaks word by word:
"Oh... Matthew Murdock."
"If I don't beat you into a hospital bed..."
"This matter... is not over!"
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