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With metal shackles on its hands and feet, and clad in heavy metallic armor, the creature's blue-gray skin resembled granite, subtly revealing a metallic sheen. The overall impression it gave off was that of an Iron Monster.
Its sinewy muscles exuded strength, and its body formed a standard inverted trapezoid shape. This was the first impression left by the terrifying being codenamed Tyrant.
Bang! Bang!
As Oterber approached Yang Xiaoyou, he drew a mini pistol without hesitation and fired at the monster, which had turned its head to look at him, its crimson eyes filled with a murderous intent.
At the same time, he shouted to Yang Xiaoyou, "Where's your weapon?!"
"This?" Yang Xiaoyou replied, pulling out a water gun from his pocket and shooting it twice at Oterber. He quietly added that with his portable helmet, he was well-equipped enough; he hadn't prepared a real gun.
As the liquid splashed onto his face, Oterber continued firing but felt a strange sense of petrification wash over him; he was actually being threatened by a water gun.
Meanwhile, Tyrant blocked the bullets aimed at the figure on its shoulder but allowed others to hit its body. Its thick defensive armor absorbed most of the impacts. Even when bullets struck exposed areas or even its eyes, it merely closed them for a moment.
This specially designed mini pistol left only white marks on its skin and had no real effect.
Following the command from its master on the shoulder, Tyrant charged forward with terrifying force accompanied by a shrill whistle.
The entire floor shook violently. The clashing armor and shackles sparked and produced a deafening sound.
The overwhelming visual impact created an oppressive feeling as if a Primal Beast were awakening!
"The electric armor and shackles should still be unable to execute stable control measures," Yang Xiaoyou quickly assessed the situation. As Tyrant's massive form approached with earth-shaking steps, he skillfully evaded the seemingly clumsy yet incredibly swift figure bound by metal chains and electric armor using his agile movements and Cognitive Acceleration's godlike foresight.
The furious fist whistled through the air, grazing Yang Xiaoyou's body as it slammed into the ground behind him.
As he maneuvered around, a cloud of dust and debris erupted from the spot he had just vacated. Whether the Elite agent had managed to evade it was uncertain.
What sent a chill down Yang Xiaoyou's spine was the figure seated atop the giant's shoulder. It showed no signs of movement despite the violent tremors, clearly indicating that it possessed considerable strength.
This realization made him suppress his sudden urge to attack the controller. There was another reason for his hesitation: the killing machine was still under the opponent's control, and he couldn't predict what would happen if it went out of control.
Although a significant amount of energy had been spent reinforcing the external muscles of this killing machine, resulting in its relatively weak infection capability, if it were to rampage in such a densely populated city, the outcome would be terrifying.
On the other hand, if the opponent was merely conducting a transaction at this moment, as long as the virus didn't leak, it wouldn't affect him at all. The people in the Middle East were already living in dire conditions; why should he care?
Having made his decision, Yang Xiaoyou headed straight for the glass opening that had been corroded away. Perhaps it would be easier to leap down through the hole in the floor, but descending layer by layer would pose greater challenges later on.
Just as he was about to reach his destination, a nimble figure appeared before him, blocking his path.
It was the controller who had originally been sitting on Tyrant's shoulder.
"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. How about we have some fun together?" The figure in black stood before Yang Xiaoyou with legs straight and together, leaning back slightly while extending one hand in a gesture inviting him to stay.
It looked as if two long-lost friends were about to spar.
Yet the sounds of destruction and tremors caused by Tyrant's relentless attacks on the ground served as constant reminders to Yang Xiaoyou of the precarious situation he was in.
Although additional restraints and electric armor had been applied to enhance control over Tyrant, significantly affecting its agility, Oterber—who had already grasped a level of mastery—was able to maneuver temporarily.
However, how long Bait could hold out remained uncertain; it could easily become a pancake at any moment.
The best escape route lay blocked by this enigmatic figure who exuded no discernible threat.
"Currently, this is the first time I've been deceived in such a way; you are quite strange," Yang Xiaoyou said in a hoarse voice, dismissing the violent tremors that occasionally erupted behind him. He continuously analyzed the opponent's flaws using Cognitive Acceleration.
Without a doubt, he had not sensed any danger until the moment Tyrant made a move. The presence of the person before him was a masterpiece of deception, and from his memories of past interactions with the organization, he had not recognized this individual.
However, judging by the current situation, if this person was not an elite member of the Royal Guard, then they were likely a high-ranking collaborator within the organization. If he had not been injured, he would not have feared engaging them. But now, still in recovery, he dared not act recklessly.
Even under the analysis of Cognitive Acceleration, his opponent stood there seemingly ordinary, yet he could find no flaws. Every apparent weakness seemed like a deliberate bait to provoke him into attacking.
In a normal environment, he would not mind stalling for time, but clearly, time was not on his side at this moment.
With this thought in mind, a hint of coldness crept into Yang Xiaoyou's smile beneath his helmet as he stepped back to the cracked ground beside him.
"I wonder if killing everyone below will affect you."
The target of their transaction likely had significant ties to the upper echelons of the United Arab Emirates. Killing those below in Dubai would undoubtedly stir up a hornet's nest. Moreover, it would require making their way down from the top levels. The glass walls beside him had only cracked slightly despite the violent tremors; even if they were broken, it was not something that could be shattered by mere impact.
Yang Xiaoyou certainly did not want to trap himself in a dead end. Going down was easy; he might even end up kidnapping someone. However, descending was simple while ascending would be difficult, and he had no idea what awaited him below.
At this moment, with his best escape route blocked, he had no choice but to adopt this approach. He gambled that his opponent could not afford to lose anything if he went down. If all else failed, he would have to risk a kidnapping to buy time, but that would inevitably lead to more trouble and was not in line with his current interests.
Sure enough, upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou make such a move and speak those words, the figure blocking the shattered exit hesitated for a moment.
Although he knew this was an intentional flaw presented by his opponent, it was significant enough to compel him to take the risk and launch an attack!
Bang!
Even as some demolition work continued nearby, the sound of their arms crossing for the first time resonated with piercing intensity!
The clash sent a wave of arc-shaped energy rippling outward, strong enough to knock over any ordinary person nearby.
As Yang Xiaoyou engaged, the tightly wrapped cloak around her body was caught by the fierce wind, revealing her fair skin clad only in a pair of diamond-patterned swim trunks.
Whether it was the unexpected force of their first encounter or the strange visual shock that left him momentarily stunned, the figure who had intercepted Yang Xiaoyou's attack hesitated for a brief moment.
"Accelerate."
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Xiaoyou activated her accelerated thinking, and in an instant, her opponent's trajectory became clear.
Speed confirmed!
Power confirmed!
Trajectory confirmed!
Break the interception and counterattack!
Boom!
But just as Yang Xiaoyou entered the slow-motion state of Cognitive Acceleration, her opponent suddenly accelerated their arm to deflect her attack away with force.
At the point where their arms crossed, the sleek attire of her opponent shattered, scattering into pieces and revealing skin even fairer than Yang Xiaoyou's.
However, she was still the one initiating the attack. Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Xiaoyou lunged toward her opponent, unleashing a sudden counterattack that sent him crashing against the wall on the opposite side as he struggled to regain his balance.
As the bombardment continued, the air around erupted in a distortion, and the figure that was flung against the wall stirred up a cloud of debris.
After successfully clearing away the troublesome fellow, he hesitated no longer and directly dove out of the window. Perhaps pursuing his opponent while they were down would end things quickly, but it was clear that this was not the right moment.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Oterber, who had been playing a game of cat and mouse with Tyrant and was nearing his limit, seized the opportunity to slip away. Or perhaps he had been waiting for this chance all along.
"Thank you." Oterber, with multiple fractures and blood streaming from his mouth and nose, sighed in relief after being grabbed by Yang Xiaoyou.
"No need for thanks. Safe travels." After pulling Oterber away from the grasp of Yang Xiaoyou, who was also falling downward, she spoke in a cold voice before releasing her grip and using a silver chain blade to halt her descent.
Exhausted and nearly falling apart, Oterber then unleashed one last curse in his life: "Damn it!"
With that, he accelerated toward the ground while muttering curses as he distanced himself.
"It would have been better to die at the hands of that thing." Yang Xiaoyou, who had never intended to let her opponent leave alive since revealing her identity, shook her head and glanced at the falling figure before turning back to retrace her steps.
She certainly did not want to confront Mossad, but this fellow was not someone she had killed; it was merely an accident during the execution of her mission.
While she wished to avoid any confrontation with them, she also did not want to get entangled in anything. The top intelligence organizations of national agencies were ruthless entities that could turn on you at any moment; it was better to keep some distance. To be continued...
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