Chapter 442: Cold Wind Prelude (2)


    "Somebody betrayed our location to those Agents," Bruce said as he helped rk up andid him on the bed. He exined, "Just a moment ago, both Lex and I were pursued. I went to save him first beforeing to find you."


    Before rk could ask, Bruce continued, "He was in worse shape than you. When I reached him, he had already been knocked unconscious by the Agents."


    "Are these Agents crazy?!" rk asked, utterly puzzled. Bruce replied solemnly, "Initially, they might have thought we killed Benjamin, so pursuing us wouldn''t be surprising."


    "But now, it''s obvious that someone has manipted them, someone skilled at inciting them. They''ve turned the Agents into our enemies, and the situation is getting out of control."


    "So, they really have gone insane," rk concluded.


    "I..." rk started to speak, thinking that he could lead the group away from there. But just as Bruce seemed to anticipate what he was about to say, he somberly interrupted, "Haven''t you noticed? There''s some force affecting this Manor. Things are starting to be abnormal, and I will investigate it. Otherwise, this anomaly might affect the entire Metropolis."


    "I''ve been wanting to say this," rk hesitated for a moment, sighed, and finally admitted, "I''ve been feeling a bit uneasy ever since I arrived here."


    "In what situations do you feel this way?" Bruce frowned and asked.


    "I don''t know. I''ve never been sick before; my body has always been healthy, and I''ve never experienced anything like this," rk said, clearly perplexed."That further proves that there might be something wrong underground in the Manor," Bruce spected, rubbing his chin. "Lex told me that his father knew about the underground area and that there might be evidence of secret human experiments conducted by previous mayors."


    "These experiments could be rted to radiation, which means there might be a massive radiation source underground."


    rk immediately sat up on the bed and said, "We have to find that thing! We can''t let it affect the citizens of Metropolis!"


    "Right now, those Agents see us as enemies. They''re searching for us throughout the Manor, and they''re heavily armed."


    "I''m not afraid of them. I can escape no matter where I encounter them. But you and Lex can''t. I can''t leave you both behind, as that maniac has influenced the Agents, and they might go after you with deadly intent."


    "I... I''ll be okay lying here for a while," rk insisted, not wanting to be a burden, but soon he realized that things were getting worse.


    His strength was indeed returning, but after reaching a certain point, the rate of recovery slowed down. The range of his biological abilities was limited as well. This meant that his powers were temporarily weakened.


    "From the time you first felt weak until now, exactly two hours have passed. I specte that the radiation underground might be periodic," Bruce reasoned earnestly.


    "I have a bad feeling about this," rk''s face also turned serious. Regaining some strength, he got up from the bed, shook his head in silence, finding it hard to exin the source of his intuition to Bruce.


    Just then, a series of footsteps echoed from the corridor, sounding like Agents running. Bruce walked to the door and peeked through a small crack, seeing the Agents rushing down the staircase.


    "We need to get out of here. Do you have the strength?" Bruce tore off the bedsheet and twisted it into a rope, then entered the bathroom and tied the rope to a water pipe.


    rk hesitated for a moment, but the noise outside was getting louder. So, when Bruce jumped out of the window andnded on the balcony below, rk also walked to the window.


    Bruce looked up at him, seeming to urge him silently. However, to Bruce''s surprise, rk didn''t grab the bedsheet rope. Instead, rk flew out directly.


    Though still weak, flying out of the window didn''t require much effort. Descending just two floors, rknded smoothly. Turning his head to Bruce, he said, "Alright, I acknowledge, I do have some abilities beyond ordinary."


    Just then, a window two floors above them opened, and Lex''s head popped out. He threw a rope towards them, which Bruce caught. With a leap, Bruce reached the adjacent balcony, then climbed up by pushing against the wall.


    rk gestured in ce, looking around to make sure there were no others nearby, and then flew straight to Lex''s room.


    Lex nced at rk, then at Bruce, and said, "Seems like he''s be your personal helicopter engine."


    Ignoring Lex''s remark, Bruce went to the center of the room, surveying the furnishings. He noticed that this room hadn''t undergone modernization and seemed like an abandoned servant''s quarters.


    "We can only ess this ce through the secret passage downstairs, which is not easy to navigate, so it''s temporarily safe," Lex said, leaning against the window frame and looking outside at the swarm of Agents in the Manor''s courtyard.


    rk stepped forward, sounding a bit anxious, "We need to quickly figure out a way to find the possible radiation source and resolve the misunderstanding with the Agents..."


    Lex furrowed his brow, a hint of malice shing between his eyebrows. "Resolve the misunderstanding? I have no misunderstandings with the dead."


    "You... you want to kill them all?" rk stared wide-eyed, as if he had heard something inconceivable. He stammered, "This... this can''t be true? Even if... but..."


    "They held back when shooting at you? They wanted to kill me, so why can''t I kill them?" Lex reached up and touched the back of his neck, where blood stains from the previous attack by the Agents still remained.


    He walked up to rk, staring into his eyes and said, "Because of your strength, these ordinary people can''t harm you. Of course, you can pretend to be magnanimous and tolerate them."


    "But if Wayne hadn''t arrived in time, I would''ve been dead in their hands. I''m just seeking revenge."


    rk looked at him in silence because he knew Lex was right, but he still strongly resisted the idea of killing.


    Apart from rk, the other two had no anxious expressions on their faces because they knew the Agents were not a real threat. They had ways to avoid them. The only problem was the "informant" who leaked their unknown information.


    Just then, with a loud bang, the secret door on the floor was forced open again.


    This time, the first sound wasn''t footsteps but the firing of bullets. The rapid session of gunshots was like a fierce storm. rk, with his back to the secret door, turned around and extended his hands to stop the bullets.


    Bruce opened the window and said, "Let''s go!"


    Bruce jumped out first, followed by Lex, who was slower. Finally, rk flew out directly in front of the Agents. However, this time, there was no balcony directly below them. They had to jump diagonally downward.


    Bruce jumped over first, rolling as much as he could on the narrow balcony, but he still hit his arm. Lex didn''t dare to jump because he knew he didn''t have the strength to make it across. If he didn''t make it, this was the sixth floor, and he would most likely lose his life.


    rk, on the other hand, flew up into the sky and then caught Lex''s arms from below, taking him down together. Both of themnded on the balcony, fell, and then got up. Lex had a cut on his forehead, and rk was panting for breath.


    After his powers were weakened, his flying abilities had changed from 360-degree unrestricted flight to something more like gliding. Carrying someone with significant weight like Lex consumed a considerable amount of rk''s strength.


    The group had no time for small talk and rushed into the room through the open balcony door. Unfortunately, this room was upied. Bruce quickly lunged at the woman who was about to scream, knocking her unconscious, and then dragged her into the bathroom.


    When he came out, Bruce rolled up his sleeves and saw that his elbow joint had swollen from the previous impact. He was injured more than he''d like.


    "This won''t work. The person supplying real-time location information to the Agents is likely in a control room or something simr," Bruce said, looking around to find the position of the surveince.


    English Manor''s ceilings and walls were adorned with numerous patterns, and the furniture had various intricate designs, making it challenging to identify the location of the cameras.


    But the feeling of being watched made Bruce uneasy. Just then, Lex spoke up, "We need to test something. Is there any dy between the surveince feed and the monitor? Is there a dy when the person on the other end reports to the Agents? And is there a dy between the Agents receiving the information and taking action?"


    "If we canbine these dys, we might have a buffer period that we can use to set traps and deal with them."


    "I was thinking the same thing," Bruce confirmed the idea. But then he looked at Lex and rk, saying, "The only problem is that both of you are in bad shape."


    Bruce held his arm and looked at Lex, "If we''re going to test this, we''ll have to lead them in circles at least twice, and your stamina may not support you to keep running."


    "And him..." Bruce turned to rk, "Although I specte the radiation surge urs every two hours, the data is insufficient, and my estimation may not be urate. If it erupts midway, you''ll lose your ability to move immediately."


    "But right now, I''m much stronger than both of you," rk stepped forward, looking at Lex and saying, "You lead the way, and I''ll carry him."


    "I''m not afraid of bullets; I can fly, and I''m much faster. I can also sense their positions. Once I weaken, you both can leave immediately without worrying about me. They can''t kill me."


    "I really don''t know where thisughable confidence of yourses from," Lex stared at rk intently and said, "Haven''t you noticed? Those Agents have gone mad. They dare to shoot anyone."


    "I''m not saying they won''t dare to kill me; I''m saying they can''t kill me."


    At this moment, rk''s face was serious, and his voice carried a convincing air of authority as he said, "Impacts, sharp weapons, bullets, fire, and all the weapons in the world—nothing can harm me if I don''t want to be hurt."


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