Mystical Journey

"Eh?" Garen did not expect that this armor could have such a high defense. This defensive strength already belonged to the highest level. He had not held back when he'd thrown the fragments just now. Although he hadn't used acceleration to increase their impact, the strength of the fragments alone was enough to create a tremendous impact. The weight of several tons crashed into them, which was equivalent to a heavy truck crashing into them at full speed. They could even get out of that alive with nothing but concussions.

He walked towards them and grabbed one of the armored members.

"Let me try again."

He grabbed the person's neck with one of his hands and grabbed onto his waist with his other hand and pulled.

Peng!

It sounded like steel tendons were being torn apart.

Garen was even more amazed now.

Suddenly, he felt some slight movement from the armored person in front of him. This person had not fainted and had just been pretending. A fine blue needle popped out from his wrist guard and shot towards Garen's abdomen.

The needle had been smeared with black poison and it stabbed into Garen's skin. It only penetrated Garen's skin slightly and left a white spot before it fell to the ground.

The pair of eyes inside the armor now held a trace of despair.

"Hey," Garen gave a low snarl and put strength into his hands.

Hiss!

The whole armor was torn into two pieces and thrown aside.

Blood splattered on to the ground. The others seemed to have truly fainted. They did not have the slightest reaction.

His strategy was raiding the base at breakneck speed so that they would have no time to react. True enough, they could only hastily assemble their elite unit which was defeated.

Garen stamped on each of their heads and crushed them like he was stepping on watermelons. The strongest elite squad in White Phoenix's entire organization was wiped out just like that.

He looked around and saw that with the flashing of the alarm, the doors of the elevator leading upstairs were closing. It was already half-closed. His toes moved and a piece of debris flew out. It was accurately stuck between the elevator's doors so that it could not close completely.

Only then, Garen slowly walked over, pried the elevator's doors open and entered it.

When he'd just walked in, the top corner of the elevator sprayed out a white mist with a hissing sound.

"Poison gas?" Garen took a sniff and no longer cared about it. He had seven points of vitality after all. In the face of poison like this, he would only treat it as though it was a diluted pepper spray. Other than the fact that it was slightly suffocating, it has no other effects.

Pressing the buttons on the elevator, there was no reaction. It seemed the elevator had been locked down.

"Interesting," Garen smirked and looked upwards.

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"Hurry up!! Lock down all the elevators below the third basement immediately! Activate all of the automatic weapons!" in the main control room, a woman issued one order after another nervously.

Behind her were more than ten personnel sitting in rows. Some were monitoring the computers, some were adjusting equipment and some were very tense, with their hands and legs shaking and despaired expressions on their faces.

The woman calmed herself down and quickly issued a few more orders.

"Mr. Rod, soon there will be people escorting you safely out of the base. Please rest assured, we are absolutely confident that we are able to guarantee your safety."

The woman turned back and spoke towards a man wearing a white armor.

"I believe in the captain's arrangement but what is his current status?" Rod frowned and asked. His current organization was on the same level as the Primary Colors' White Phoenix. He was naturally clear on the strength of the White Phoenix. Their power was something that could not be easily overturned.

"Rest assured, Captain's condition is still well except that he's in a stalemate." the woman replied while hiding the truth from Rod. Although she tried her best to appear calm, this time, she really had no idea what kind of enemy the White Phoenix had encountered. The enemy was just a single person and he'd charged in here crashing everywhere, claiming to be the Nighthawk King. He completely disregarded any kind of attack whether it was guns, bombs, lasers and high-speed cutting knives. Everything was useless against him!

That horrifying figure was now moving upwards using the stairs. As for the captain… White Phoenix Captain's current status was unknown and they could not contact him. The rest of the people were seen clearly using the surveillance camera, and they'd been killed easily.

"Damn it! It just had to be at this time when all the higher-ups are absent!" the woman thought viciously. If only the Lotus Pearl and Gremlin were here! This guy would not be so arrogant!

Rod did not ask anymore. It was just that he was feeling uneasy. Even the White Phoenix was acting as though they were facing a formidable enemy. He did not know what sort of enemy they had provoked, but it seemed that not even the White Phoenix captain could suppress him. He'd personally met that small elite team. It was a team composed of the most elite mercenaries wearing special armor. Neither bullets nor lasers were effective on it and it was equipped with hidden killing machinery. It was definitely the most potent killing machine.

Crash!!

Suddenly, there was a sound of broken glass. Rod had only half worn the armor before he saw that amidst countless screams, a large hole had opened up within the floor of the main control room. A hand had directly smashed the tempered glass on the floor and was grasping at the edge of the hole.

"Open fire! Open fire!!" The woman screamed in a distorted voice but she herself had retreated backward. With the escort of several guards, they retreated to the emergency elevator. Without even seeing the results, they had planned to escape.

Rod's heart thumped. He immediately ran in the opposite direction of where the woman had fled, which was the ordinary staircase.

More than ten subordinates followed behind him.

"Do not stand with the people from White Phoenix! We use the stairs!" Rod immediate made a decision and shouted. He quickly sprinted to the stairs and ran upwards. He felt his heart beating profusely while cold sweat oozed from his skin and was blown dry by the cool wind.

Each of his men showed a terrified expression but they were still able to keep themselves in check.

"He did not come for us. As long as we do not provoke him, nothing will happen to us!" One of his subordinates quickly said.

"We need to show our identity and let that person know that we're not with the White Phoenix!" someone quickly said.

"How do we show?"

"Let's get out of here first!"

His subordinates quickly gave out their opinions.

Rod tried to calm himself down. He'd experienced such situations multiple times and he knew that he could only bet on his luck now, as the identity and allegiance of the other party were unknown. Now he could only hope that the woman from White Phoenix could hold on. It would perfect if she died only after they'd escaped from the base.

How could he not know that the White Phoenix elite team were mostly dead now? He no longer held any hope for them.

As time went on, their running speed and the rhythms of their breathing were getting faster, but everyone here had been specially trained so this sort of run was nothing to them.

At this moment, the wall on the left side in front of them was smashed open and a figure lightly jumped out.

Rod stopped and looked up the stairs, aghast. He saw a man with sun-tanned muscles shaking his head and moving his shoulders.

"Wait! We're not White Phoenix's people!!" He quickly shouted, using the international lingua franca from America.

Hu…

A gust of wind stopped in front of Rod's forehead. There was a piece of black metal that seemed to be part of a machine. One side of it was sharp and the other side blunt.

The fragments stopped firmly in front of the middle of his forehead, almost touching his skin.

Only then, Rod saw that with a flash, the man that was standing up there had appeared in front of him. He was holding firmly onto the fragments so that it did not pierce him.

Rod was covered in cold sweat. A moment could decide whether he would live or die. Just a little more and he would've been sacrificed, he knew that he wouldn't be able to forget this experience for his whole life.

"We're not White Phoenix's people!" He stared at this man's mask and repeated firmly while barely suppressing the fear in his heart. "We just came here to deliver something. Our group is Rexott Group, specializing in firearms and all kinds of precious metals. Maybe we can cooperate with each other!"

He quickly put out the advantages of his group. Rexott Group was one of the top groups in the world. Naturally, a lot of people have heard of them. Maybe the other party might give them some face.

All the subordinates behind looked as though they'd met a formidable enemy. Their faces were pale and none of them dared to move. The hole that had been smashed open in the hall just now had left them with the horrifying impression of a non-human.

"Rexott Group?" The other party's voice sounded pleasant, charming and tempting. Just based on the voice, the other party was at least a man of good looks and temperament.

There were fifty organizations that were considered the world's top organizations, known as The World's Top Fifty. Primary Colors was one of the top-ranking organizations, and Rexott was around the same ranking. Both had their ups and downs but always ranked within the top ten. They were extremely powerful and their connections were everywhere. It was said that they had close relationships with many big countries.

Garen immediately understood these people's backings. Although both his disciples, Hochman and Dahm could sweep through half of America and they had strong financial power and large forces, even when adding in the combat clubs, they were far from competing with giants like Primary Colors and Rexott. These organizations could directly face the top levels of countries. Their policies and actions could even affect a country's decisions and were not simply economic empires.

This was a circle of organizations that had come to a compromise after countless struggles. Perhaps, Hochman and Dahm's families would need a very long time to get into this circle. This was the gap in their history.

Besides, as long as there was no vacancy, they had to develop their potential and then drag down one of the groups to have a chance at joining.

However, this was not easy. A top circle like this was actually closely related to the supernatural powers of this world and was not merely a circle for humans.

A thought flashed through his mind and Garen put down the fragment in his hand.

"Rexott Group, my aim is only the Primary Colors' White Phoenix. Since you guys are not Primary Colors' people, I'll let you guys go."

Hu… once these words came out, this group of people could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Seeing that Garen had caught up with them, they clearly understood that the leaders of the Primary Colors' White Phoenix had mostly been annihilated. Otherwise, this man would not have the time to catch them.

From the moment Garen had appeared, Rod had been observing him carefully as though trying to figure out something.

However, the more he looked at him, the more horrified he was.

'He… he was actually an ordinary human!!!!' his heart was like a stormy sea.

No features belonging to the Blood Breeds! No features belonging to the Witches!

The parameters that were scanned from his wrists and sent back to his earphones indicated that he was just a human with excessive parameters!