The dragon guard let out a roar, and the bandit centurion stabbed him in the eye with a spear.

Wyve

Using her scaly hand to deflect Amaru, the handle of the spear snapping in half on impact. Mars was determined to fight the law, and he continued his offensive with Sparrow's assistance. The Olympians and their accomplices fired javelins and lasers at the dragon above them, while Mortimer chased Ryan's Plymouth Fury ahead of them.

Wyve

, which is what friends often call the dragon mother, quickly derails the cannon by hovering above the building. Ryan watched as she tried to find the right angle to attack, but she couldn't open fire on the densely populated streets. Unlike Augustus, she wanted to avoid casualties.

A private security helicopter also joined the pursuit, although it was too far away from the Plymouth for Ryan to recognize the pilot. Maybe he doesn't know anyone.

When Mortimer caught up with them, Ryan said, "You come and drive for a while." The killer grabbed a shotgun from under his cloak and moved to the right side of the Plymouth.

"Are you sure?" Felix asked, visibly upset by the idea. How could he? Ryan's car is a throne on wheels, a sun that burns the unscrupulous.

"I'm not talking to you, kitten," the courier replied, as the car's autopilot took over the steering wheel. To get a better look, Ryan moved to the back seat, gun in hand, and aimed at his suitor—after opening the right rear window, of course. "Stick to the baby seat."

The messenger froze time and pulled the trigger. Ryan hopes that the killer's power won't work in the frozen time, but to his dismay, Ahmaru passes harmlessly through the criminals in stages.

Time returned, and Mortimer approached from the right, aiming at Felix, and pulling the trigger of his shotgun.

"Get down!" Ryan shouted, and both he and his reluctant companion bowed their heads. The explosion shattered the front right window of the car, but fortunately the passengers were not injured. The recoil nearly threw Mortimer off his motorcycle, forcing him back for a few seconds.

At this point, Plymouth's anger left the nightlife circle of New Rome and stormed the Long Street. Dazzling casinos and brightly lit establishments illuminate one side of the street, like a temple of consumerism, where hordes of gamblers, brokers, and players come from all over Italy to worship them. The calm waters of the Mediterranean Sea meet man-made beaches and palm trees.

Wyve as the chase shifted from narrow streets to wide four-lane lanes

There's finally room to fight back. She fires a fireball at Mars and Sparrow from the air, as a result of which Mars summons a dozen medieval shields in mid-air. The dragon mother's shot melted the steel wall, but her flames couldn't hit the killer behind the wall.

Mars teleported a futuristic rocket launcher into the palm of his hand, and Ryan immediately recognized it as Vulcan's masterpiece. The Olympian fired a series of fist-sized guidance ahs at the dragon, forcing her to blast them away in the air.

The chase continued, with Plymouth Fury and its pursuers speeding among the other vehicles, running from lane to lane for no apparent reason. As Wyvern and Mars fight each other, Sparrow and Mortimer focus on Ryan.

The courier swore to protect his Plymouth Fury from any harm on his perfect run, and he loaded his gun, only to find something rolling under the back seat. A white-haired demon with the smell of antidepressants and gunpowder.

"How long have you been here?" Ryan asked in surprise.

The stuffed animal didn't respond, an empty one just within reach of its paws.

"You play Russian roulette in my car?" The time traveler glared at his wayward friend. "The back seat is for love, not for war!"

"Are you talking to a toy?" Felix asked, peeking out of the broken window. He immediately lowered his head again to avoid the shotgun's fire.

Ryan focused on the car chase and froze time again. But instead of firing at Mortimer himself, he played some tricks and aimed at his wheels. There's no way the killer could keep his entire motorcycle invisible, or it would sink into the ground.

Ryan was right.

Zi Ah called.

When time was restored, the motorcycle suddenly went off track because its wheels went flat, throwing the rider off his back. When Mortimer's car crashes into the revolving door of the casino, he slowly passes through the ground in surprise.

Rya

Wondering if he will be reborn like a racer in a racing game, but poor old Mo

time

Never again.

The sparrow quickened his pace. As Mars teleported the circular blast created by Vulcan between himself and the Wyvern to stop her, Sparrow raised its hand in the direction of Plymouth's Fury. Thankfully, she has far less experience driving a motorcycle than a Mercedes, and she has difficulty aiming.

Ryan tries to shoot her, only to find that the barrel of his gun is empty. He was almost reloaded before a better idea came to mind.

"I've always wanted to check something," the time traveler muttered as he tossed his gun down.

His kitten panicked in front. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"Upgrade my arsenal." Ryan grabbed the stuffed animal with both hands, and to his relief, the frustrated nasty didn't cut them off on the spot. When the messenger held up the stuffed animal in the direction of the sparrow like Simba, it didn't say a word.

Ryan moved his thumb behind the rabbit's ears and nudged.

The ragdoll's ears hang down, its eyes glow brightly, and the sparrow fights back.

Two streams of energy collide between the four lanes. Now, Ryan, who has seen countless movies, expects a massive explosion or two beams canceling each other out. On the contrary, they fluctuate slightly, but still cross each other.

Unfortunately, Sparrow's laser hit the roof of his car, causing it to vaporize, turning his Plymouth Fury into a convertible. The female killer's gaze melted the concrete road, and the four lanes were covered with dust, but she managed to avoid them. A Ferrari driven by a civilian drove off the road in an attempt to avoid the disaster and crashed into a palm tree on a nearby beach.

"Damn, not even a flash of light!" Ryan grumbled and gave a thumbs up and briefly stopped attacking.

At this point, a private security helicopter caught up with the racer, and its side door opened, revealing a passenger. A beautiful Japanese woman in a tight blue outfit with a badge and hat.

In the closet, in a beautiful traffic police uniform. The law has never looked so good.

When she put the whistle to her mouth and blew it, Ryan watched with interest. Almost all the vehicles in the vicinity glowed golden, and the wardrobe was asserting her authority. Sparrow's motorcycle, Mars' own bicycle, civilians' cars, and even bicycles suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

However, Plymouth Fu

Y's autopilot is still working, ruthlessly violating traffic laws. Soon, it left its pursuers behind.

"She could search me at any time," Ryan said, looking longingly at the closet. He immediately restrained himself. Be loyal to my first lady! He imagined Livia, dressed in a police uniform, slamming him into the hood of his car, and that solved the problem.

The Wyvern immediately pounced on the Augustus, like a falcon on a dove, blocking their way. Sparrow slammed his tail into his chest and fell face down, ending the match.

At the same time, Mars jumped out of his car and replaced the rocket launcher with a thermal spray gun. When he jumped less than ten meters away from the dragon, he immediately summoned a blast in the dragon's throat, and the dragon's neck opened like a toad.

It didn't kill her. It didn't even decapitate her because she had explosives in her throat. If anything, Wynne looked more angry than hurt as flames came out of her throat and nostrils.

Her large hand reached for Mars, the hot spear snapping as it hit her thick scales. Her claws almost grabbed Olympus, but a shockwave pushed him down the road, allowing him to slip away from the enemy's grasp.

Ryan watched in confusion as the flying Mars turned into a shield in mid-air at his feet. A new shockwave erupts around his boots, pushing Genome and his shield in different directions. The Wyvern tried to grab the fleeing Kapolegin with her fangs, but he quickly responded by summoning a sword in her eyes. Mother Dragon let out a roar of pain, and a stream of blood flowed onto her face. Mars tossed his enemies in the dust with a repetitive shockwave and chased after the Plymouth Fury.

The courier quickly realizes what is happening. Mars sends pressurized air under his iron boots, and the reaction forces propel him forward.

The closet's helicopter flew down to intercept the would-be centurion, while Wyve

The eye appears to have partially recovered from the injury. Unfortunately, Mars reacts faster than the heroes. He summoned a bomber near a private security helicopter, destroying two blades and shattering the windshield.

The wardrobe almost fell off the car as it circled and rushed to the ground. The wyvern immediately grabbed it with both hands, and at the same time squeezed the sparrow's captive with its tail. The wardrobe held on, much to Ryan's relief.

However, reinforcements from the Power Force remained behind, leaving Mars undisturbed in pursuit of the Plymouth Fury. The Olympian uses repeated shockwaves to "jump" in the air, summoning a shield to determine his direction.

"Kitten, we haven't gotten rid of your dad's problem yet," he warned his buddy, then nudged the fluffy doll's ears. The rabbit fires a beam of energy at Mars, but the Olympians zigzag between the waterfront and the casino.

Unfortunately, the Centurion seemed to run out of conventional weapons that could be fired, and he switched to larger ones. He took a French Renault (Re

ault) Espace sedan was thrown on the four-lane road, despite damage to the Plymouth Fu

Y avoided a collision, but the impact still blew part of the sidewalk into pieces.

Mars then teleports a Japanese truck, but the ragdoll's harmful laser glare blows it to pieces. Ryan decides to cheat, he freezes time and lets the Bunny Demon blow up a paralyzed Olympian in flight. When time returned, the beam threw Mars back, but Mars quickly replaced the damaged armor with spare armor and continued the chase.

At this time, Felix picked up the gun that Ryan had thrown away earlier, and found the sub-ah in the glove box and reloaded it. Atom Kitte

Tried to support the courier with suppressive fire, but his aim was terrible.

"Have you ever used a gun?" The courier asked, at which point Mars "jumped" to the back of a luxury hotel on the boulevard. Ryan gave a thumbs up and the stuffed animal turned its head and looked at him with an unhappy, non-lethal gaze. "You can't shoot an elephant in the hallway!"

"I've done my best, okay!" Felix complained, and then he noticed a new motorcycle coming into the four lanes from their right. A man is riding a horse, and a woman is holding his chest. Although both were wearing helmets, Felix recognized them immediately. "Jamie and Ki-jeong."

Are they friend or foe?

When the private security patrol Humvee drove past the Plymouth Fury from the other side of the driveway, the sirens sounded and they turned to avoid the burning wreckage that Mars had left behind. Augustus guards in power armor come out of the casino to watch the chase, and they are mesmerized. Both sides looked confused, perhaps because of miscommunication at the top of their seats.

In any case, it makes the courier's task easier. Trying to keep the Atomic Cat's attack relatively low-key, the Olympians neglected to inform their blogs. Most people are too confused to catch up with Ryan and Felix, who need time to mobilize.

Still, the two need to escape the city before Lightning Bart climbs down the mountain to take matters into their own hands.

"Shorty!" Ryan shouted, just as the sparks reappeared above them. "Shorty?!"

"I'm here!" Her voice came over the radio. Ryan glanced at the beach, and to his relief, he noticed "MEC."

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"The tower of the submarine is exposed." On your left!"

Ryan soon noticed that 300 meters from their location, there was an entertainment dock that split the beach like a dagger. Two yachts are moored on each side of the water. "Fasten your seatbelts," the courier ordered his assistant, who sat back in the driver's seat and took the steering wheel. A stuffed animal sits on his lap. "I hope you enjoy the action movie scenes."

Felix immediately understood what he meant. "We can't leave the city!"

"Trust me, kitten, it's for your sake," Ryan said, then focused on Ch

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adio and the road ahead. "Shorty, we'll jump off the dock in two minutes. Open the back. ”

His second favorite cat didn't like the plan. "My sister,"

"One of them is a consecutive lottery winner, both of whom are under the protection of Livia," Rya

Jamie's motorcycle slowly caught up with them. "They'll be fine."

"You know." Felix clenched his fists and said. She saw it all. Here's another plan for her. ”

"One needs to make your-"

Ryan didn't finish his sentence as Mars changed tactics. He threw out two barbed chains more than twenty meters long from his hands, each with a grappling hook at the end. One is embedded in the hood and the other in the trunk.

The Olympian harpooned the car like a whale!

Ryan immediately froze time, lifted his stuffed animal, and pushed his ears down. The cunning rabbit excitedly raised its front paws and opened fire on the chain that grabbed the hood of the car. The beam melted the link, but time returned before the courier turned to cut the second link. When Mars landed on the ground, a shield appeared at his feet, wakeboarding on concrete. This greatly slowed the Plymouth Fury, giving the Olympus time to maneuver.

"Kitten, blow the chain on the back!" Ryan ordered, and he hurriedly grabbed the steering wheel. The Courier also needs to consider a short cooldown, and he doesn't trust the autopilot to make risky moves.

"I will!" Felix replied that he walked to the back of the car as it pulled away from the four lanes and turned to the dock. The male protagonist tries to use one hand to get the chain, but in order to avoid the knife flying from his father, he has to lower his body. Mars began to pull himself towards the Plymouth Fury, moving the chain upwards with both hands while firing the small kitchen tools. He even tried to target the wheels of the car, but Ryan wisely reinforced the wheels to prevent this tactic.

Unfortunately, if Mars moves to less than 10 meters away from the car, he can place a weapon under the car, making it immobile. Ryan's car can withstand a lot of punishment, but it also has limits.

To make matters worse, Jamie and his girlfriend have outdone their boss. New Mercury held a gleaming red sword in his hand and reached into the box of the Plymouth Fury. Felix looked at his old friend's mask and raised his sword to cut him down.

"Jamie," Ryan heard Felix whisper. "No, please."

Jamie hesitated, then glanced at his girlfriend behind him. She said something Ryan couldn't hear as the wind blew across his face, but whatever it was, her fiancé made the decision.

Jamie's shiny sword quickly fell, and Mars's chains snapped in half.

The astonished Olympian lost control, slipped off his shield, landed on his right leg and made a disgusting popping sound that half of New Rome heard. He rolls on the ground, but still calmly tries to impale Jamie. The rebellious Augustus managed to move his motorcycle safely to the left, as metal spikes appeared where he had been.

Just as Mars had completed its crash landing, hundreds of rats emerged from manholes and road sewage systems. The centurion tried to teleport items to protect himself, but the tribe soon buried him alive under their fur.

Jamie nodded to the shocked Felix and fled in the direction of the city, while Ryan drove his car on the docks. The Plymouth Fury seemed to make a screeching sound as it sailed between yachts, and Ryan's submarine surfaced in the waves more than thirty meters away.

The metal plate behind the massive underwater vehicle opened, revealing a platform used to transport the Mekron Mechclon. The dwarf waited for it, looking anxiously at her best friend, with a water gun in his hand.

"They...... They helped us?" The atomic cat muttered to himself.

"You should be nice to your true friends," Ryan said as they reached the end of the dock. "Seat belts!"

Felix hurriedly grabbed the one in the back seat, and the stuffed animal kindly fastened Ryan's seat belt. The courier briefly froze time to calculate the correct angle, and then shattered it when the accelerator restarted.

The Plymouth Fury reached the edge of the dock and took off.

With no roof and most of the windows shattered, Ryan's face was facing the sea breeze as the stuffed animal happily raised its front paws. The courier immediately realized that he could not succeed because the distance between the submarine and the dock was too great.

The yacht's windows shattered, and shards of glass formed a flying landing ramp.

And there you have it, Plymouth Fu

Y landed on the open platform of the submarine, rotated semi-clockwise, and then stopped. The vibration was so sudden that Felix's seat belt was almost snapped, and the stuffed animal happily came back from the wheel.

Ryan sighed when his car finally stopped. Poor Plymouth Fury was wrecked beyond words, with the roof destroyed and the hood full of holes.

"Sorry for being late." Sh

oud in Rya

The above replied, not even bothering to hide his voice. In the moonlight, the sharp edges of his glass outfit were revealed. "I need to get my girlfriend to safety."

"How long have you been here?" Ryan asked, frowning.

"I caught up with you at the docks," the vigilante crossed his hands. "I guess luck is on my side."

What a terrible pun, yet so apt.

“Ri

i, are you alright?" Ryan asked, immediately rushing to his side.

"I'm fine," the messenger replied, then glanced at New Rome. "We won the game."

As the submarine left the shores of New Rome, Ryan noticed that Pluto had parked his car on the dock, escorted by Augustus guards on motorcycles. The men of the "Augustus" glared at the submarine as it swam away and the roof of the platform was closed, ready to dive the submarine underwater.

As for Long Street, Ryan left several fire spots behind him. He wondered how the situation would evolve after that. The war between Dinamis and Augustus had not yet escalated to a full-scale war, but the battle was already very open. Ryan hopes that Rivia will settle things, but the situation doesn't look good at all.

But there is one creature that does not hide its joy.

"I love you so much!" The ragdoll stood up, observing the chaos, the glow of the flames reflected in its soulless blue eyes. Even when the top cover of the submarine is completely closed, they are still glowing.

Nothing cures depression better than blind destruction.