Chapter 367: Each Displays Their Divine Powers

Booming explosion sounds rang out nonstop; the already precarious outer wall of No. 76 could no longer withstand such blows and collapsed with a roar.

Chen Yongren would occasionally throw them a few grenades.

With the battle suit's enhancement, Chen Yongren's strength increased considerably; seeing a few agents trying to flank from behind, he quickly pulled a grenade from his waist and casually tossed it in their direction.

The grenade landed precisely between them.

The agents let out a strange cry and scattered in all directions.

The next moment.

Boom—

The ground exploded with a blinding flash of light.

The shockwave from the blast hurled them into the air, immediately dismembering them; it seemed as if blood rained from the sky, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

No. 76 caused such a huge commotion.

The phone call quickly reached Chen Yongren's home.

But Chen Yongren didn't answer right away; he waited a while before picking up.

"Hello? Who is it?" Chen Yongren said impatiently.

"Consultant Chen, it's me, Nie Yu!" Nie Yu said quickly: "I just got the news—someone attacked the No. 76 headquarters again!"

"What are you saying?" Chen Yongren said incredulously: "Someone attacked No. 76 again—these damned bastards must be retaliating for our daytime operation!"

"How many people in total?"

"Um..." Nie Yu said awkwardly: "Reporting to Consultant Chen, according to the report, the attack on No. 76 was carried out by one person..."

"These bastards—dozens of them dare to attack our headquarters?" Chen Yongren fumed: "That bunch of useless wastes, the headquarters' guard detail has eaten too much shit; they can't even handle a few dishes."

"Organize reinforcements immediately; we must capture this bunch."

While speaking, Chen Yongren fired another shell into the crowd, sending them to find their ancestors and apologize.

"No..." Nie Yu said embarrassedly: "It's only one person; according to the report, only one person attacked No. 76."

"What are you saying, one person? You're joking!" Chen Yongren's volume suddenly rose.

Nie Yu steeled himself: "The person who reported said..."

"I don't care what the reporter said; I want to see those people caught and thrown in jail by tomorrow!" Chen Yongren gave Nie Yu no chance to speak and hung up.

The lackeys of No. 76, despite the organization's multiple attacks, were all easily dealt with by Chen Yongren, and their miserable cries echoed continuously over the streets.

The battle suit's durability had dropped to only twenty percent.

Feeling that it was about enough, Chen Yongren hesitated no longer, decisively used firepower to blast a path, ran toward an alley, and casually pulled out a car.

The Japanese reinforcements were about to arrive, and there was still more wool to shear—perfect for a joyride.

Seeing Chen Yongren about to flee, the remaining lackeys of No. 76 panicked.

"Damn it, this kid's trying to run—chase, chase quickly!"

"Reinforcements are coming soon; hold him down—he must not be allowed to escape!"

"Chase—everyone, chase after him together!"

The few small leaders of No. 76 who luckily weren't killed by Chen Yongren screamed in rage.

Last time a car attacked No. 76 and escaped, we already lost face once.

If this time we let that lone troublemaker who turned No. 76 upside down get away again, we'll lose even more face.

Before they could catch up, they heard a familiar engine sound.

Just as they were wondering where they'd heard that sound, a black car pulled out from the side alley and stopped on the road.

Its headlights flickered at them, as if provoking.

At this point, the surviving agents finally came to their senses.

No wonder it sounded familiar—isn't this the car that caused a ruckus at No. 76 before?

"Whoosh"—a roar.

The car surged like an untamed wild horse, slamming into the agents on the street, sending them sprawling left and right with continual screams; its wheels rolled over their knees, instantly curing their cartilage disease.

After repeatedly rolling back and forth over them a dozen or so times, Chen Yongren felt it was enough, then pressed the accelerator to feign retreat.

Seeing Chen Yongren about to leave, the remaining agents became even more furious.

This is pure provocation—they A Ren't treating us as humans at all!

"Chase, chase his ass!"

"Last time we let that kid slip away; this time we absolutely cannot let him escape easily."

"If you let him get away, I'll have you shot!"

The No. 76 agents jumped with rage, wishing they could swallow both person and car whole on the spot.

Chen Yongren also deliberately slowed down on the road, waiting for them a while.

Not long after.

Several trucks appeared on the street, speeding all the way toward Chen Yongren's rear; they quickly caught up to his Buick.

"Damn, they're really slow." Finally waiting for the Japanese pursuers, Chen Yongren reduced his speed a bit more so they wouldn't fall behind.

The pursuers behind, unaware it was a trap, seeing they were about to catch the black car, pressed the accelerator even harder.

Two cars pulled up to Chen Yongren's left and right, trying to box in his vehicle.

The agent in the passenger seat held a submachine gun, desperately spraying bullets at the glass, but could not penetrate it at all.

After emptying a magazine, the glass was unscratched, and the agents screamed even louder in rage.

Chen Yongren took the initiative, suddenly jerked the steering wheel left; the spikes jutting from the Buick's tires pierced one of the cars' tires straight through.

The speeding car suddenly lost control, plunging headfirst into the river by the road and sinking straight to the bottom.

Then Chen Yongren suddenly jerked the steering wheel hard to the right.

The car on the right suddenly lost control and slammed into a utility pole by the roadside.

Under the violent impact, the two dog agents in the driver's seat smashed through the windshield, flew sideways, and landed on the road.

Their breastbones shattered, they lay on the ground vomiting blood and twitching.

Damn you for not wearing your seatbelt, Chen Yongren muttered a curse.

Looking in the rearview mirror, several trucks were still tailing him; apparently they had noticed something odd about Chen Yongren's tires, so they had grown smarter and did not try to sandwich him from both sides.

They pursued the car from behind, flooring the accelerator, hoping to ram Chen Yongren's rear.

But no matter how they chased, they remained just a hair's breadth behind the car ahead, as if a little more effort would let them catch up.

Having had enough fun, Chen Yongren directly released the spike strips.

Torpedoes and wheel spikes had been tested; now it was a good time to try out these explosive spike strips.

Whoosh—

The rear of the car opened a gap, and the nails poured out like water, scattering across the ground; then, adjusting the vehicle's posture, he stomped the accelerator and shook off the trucks behind.

After all.

This thing can actually explode; if it blew up on oneself, it wouldn't be fun.

The trucks behind, single-mindedly pursuing Chen Yongren, never expected the car to suddenly accelerate; they finally realized they had been played!

They all sped up.

Their wheels ran over the spike strips without hesitation, the speeding tires suddenly lost air, and the spike strips stuck to their wheels.

The out-of-control vehicles wobbled, drivers straining to steer, trying to stay steady.

"Boom—"

In the flames, the truck's cargo compartment directly exploded and disintegrated; some Japanese military police aboard were blown out, not killed by the violent blast but flung to their deaths.

In the firelight, the truck's cargo compartment directly exploded and disintegrated, and some of the Japanese gendarmes on it were also blown flying out; they were not killed by the rampaging explosion but were beaten to death by the fall.