Those in the Special Security Institution were all stage five and above grandmaster-level experts.
These masked individuals’ power was also quite extraordinary as they were almost all martial arts
grandmasters with five of them even being great-grandmasters
Judas punched the masked man before asking in a deep voice, “Who are you? How dare you intercept
the Special Security Institution?”.
“You’re merely part of the Ninth Division, not even the head office. Why should we be afraid of
intercepting you?” sneered the man in reply. He drew a precision knife from behind him and shed at
Judas.
The terrifying glint of the de came shing down as Judas sidestepped it just as quickly.
A Maybach behind him exploded after being cut in half.
Judas unsheathed two blunt-edged swords from behind him and rushed forward. The two figures
engaged in battle again, whichsted an hour.
The Ninth Division was already at a disadvantage.
There was a drone in the sky transmitting this scene to the Jacksons’ residence.
Lucas was sitting with his legs crossed as the corners of his mouth curled up slowly into an evil smile.
Just then, the phone on the table rang. It was Edwin Jackson, the head of the Jackson family.
Lucaszily picked up the phone and answered the call.
“Lucas, I heard you mobilized a kamikaze unit against the Special Security Institution?” Edwin
questioned in a tone filled with anger.
“That I did, Grandfather. They’ll definitely bring back FS Microbacteria!”
Lucas had a well-thought-out n. Theirpany would be able to make a lot of money by developing
HIV-specific medicines as long as they get their hands on FS.
“You bastard, do you know what you’re doing? You’re throwing the family into a pit!” Edwin
reprimanded.
The Special Security Institution was no ordinary Inspection Office nor were they like the nine major
families. They were a special security department of Drakonia, and going up against them was
undoubtedly a deration of war on Drakonia itself.
The Jackson family might be big, but they were not yet in the position to be an enemy of
Drakonia.
“Don’t worry, Grandfather. I’ll have them handle it! Besides, don’t we have someone backing us?”
Lucas said disapprovingly while lifting a leg to cross it over the other.
“You! You’re going to be the death of me!” Edwin hung up the phone angrily.
After that, he called several numbers consecutively for help.
Back at the Cape River Expressway, the Ninth Division officer was struggling in the one-against-two
fight.
Judas had also been stabbed in the chest by the masked man.
He gripped the sharp de, but the masked man pushed him back by some ten meters.
“Hand it over and I’ll spare you!” said the masked man coldly.
Judas just gripped the de tightly, his blood flowing from his fingers as he gritted his teeth. “Dream
on.”
The masked man snorted coldly and abruptly pushed harder, pushing the tip of the knife several more
centimeters inward so that it was almost piercing his heart.
There was suddenly a ripple in the air as a man in tights with arge de on his back appeared.
He curled his hand into a fist and mmed it into the masked man hard.
The masked man narrowed his eyes and let go of the handle of the knife to throw a punch back at the
man.
Both their fists collided.
The masked man’s hand and arm exploded into flesh and blood. The pieces flew all over. Even the
bones had been smashed into pieces. It was only then that the masked man saw the man in front of
him clearly.
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He was tall, burly, and had a gaze filled with the vicissitudes of life. He also had stubble.
“Francis!” the masked man muttered as he narrowed his eyes.
Francis had been on Phoenix Ind, and it was not equipped with fighter nes. It took at least two
hours for an ordinary helicopter to fly over here from there, yet it had only been an hour since they
started fighting the Ninth Division. How did he manage to arrive from Phoenix Ind so quickly?
“Are you going to stop or shall I do it for you?”