"Mr. Holmes?" Frostnova looked up and asked uncertainly.
"Indeed. Fortunately, I have not failed my mission; the remaining Reunion Movement forces and the Infected have been delivered to the designated location."
"That is wonderful."
"You know him?" Jean asked Frostnova.
"Yes. Mr. Holmes has helped the Reunion Movement many times, and this time, he was the one who led the remaining troops in their retreat."
"That is truly admirable. For you, an ordinary person, to brave such dangers and venture deep into peril for them." Jean also joined in with some awkward flattery, trying to discern something from his expression.
"Not at all, not at all. I merely provided a little bit of help; the ones truly risking life and limb are warriors like yourself."
"However, I still have a small question. This exit was chosen by me at random and created by violently breaking through the wall; to think you were actually able to predict it."
"Hahaha, what people call a 'random choice' is actually not random at all. That is common knowledge, my dear friend." He said his catchphrase with a smile on his face.
Then, Holmes pointed to a motorcycle nearby painted with the Reunion Movement emblem and said, "Let us end our small talk here. Those things will be upon us soon, so please depart immediately. This was entrusted to me by the members of the Snow Monster Squad for the two of you."
"Then what about you, Mr. Holmes?" Frostnova asked.
"I still have matters to investigate in this city. Rest assured, it will not be long before we meet again." He tossed the key to Jean:
"The key is in your hand, the handlebars are in your hand, and the direction is in your hand. But please remember: danger does not always come from the front."
After saying this, he jumped off the nearby hillside and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, Frostnova, let me tell you, I hate riddlers!"
"Hehe." Frostnova also laughed, "Indeed, that man gives off a feeling even more dangerous than Talulah."
However, after mentioning Talulah, Frostnova's voice dropped.
Fortunately, Jean interrupted her thoughts in time, "Let us set off first. Whether we rendezvous with the Snow Monster Squad or go straight to find Patriot, we can decide after we leave here."
Jean lifted Frostnova onto the motorcycle and then climbed on. Jean inserted the key and appeared to start figuring out how to operate the bike.
"Um, Jean, have you never ridden a motorcycle before?"
"No. I know how to ride a bicycle, but that is not important. As long as I know where the throttle is, it will be fine. Hold on to me."
Then, Jean twisted the throttle, the engine roared to life, and Jean wrapped the entire motorcycle in wind before charging forward.
"Woohoo! No wonder so many people like riding motorcycles; this is indeed exhilarating." Even without a helmet or other protection, thanks to the barrier of wind, they could speak freely.
In the deep night wilderness, carrying a cute girl, with a city engulfed in flames behind them, and the land illuminated by the fire as if it were day, they rode forward toward the moon, unstoppable.
Perhaps such simple scenes are what people call romantic. However, Jean did not feel romance in its heart; instead, Jean was filled with the passion of speeding, relying on the ability to eliminate wind resistance to twist the throttle frantically.
Frostnova simply clung to Jean's back, feeling Jean's body warmth.
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However, they had not ridden far when a sudden sense of crisis emerged.
After attempting to change their path multiple times and still failing to shake it off, Jean simply turned the bike sideways and braked hard, searching for the source of the crisis.
Jean's already keen eyes, enhanced by Synesthesia, went a step further, easily spotting the source of the crisis behind them.
It was a massive metal cylinder in the center of Lungmen, silhouetted by the city lights and the flames of the slums, where energy resembling electric currents was continuously gathering.
Generally speaking, this kind of metal cylinder is called a cannon barrel.
"What the f—" Before Jean could finish the curse, the light in the cannon barrel had already peaked.
"Jean! Run! Don't worry about me!" Frostnova said anxiously.
Jean turned around, patted her head, and said, "Did I not tell you that I would not abandon you?"
Then Jean bit his tongue again, kissed Frostnova's lips, and transferred his blood to her.
At the same time, Jean silently said in his heart: [Sacrificial Domain]
Then, the massive light descended, covering an area of nearly one kilometer with light representing destruction.
Scorching gas spread outward in the form of a shockwave, burning the earth into a molten state.
When the steam finally dissipated, in the center, only Frostnova remained, facing the empty air, tears streaming down her face.
And silver-white wind swirled around her, shimmering.
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"Report: Direct hit on target confirmed. Currently confirming results."
In the control room, a soldier reported to Wei Yanyou.
"Mm, I understand."
Then another person approached and reported:
"All Infected in the slums have been cleared. No signs of spreading to the city center were found."
Wei Yanyou nodded; at least all the sacrifices were not in vain.
Just then, a voice rang out:
"Re—Report! One of the targets is still alive! Confirmed as Reunion Movement cadre Frostnova."
The room erupted in an uproar, and Wei Yanyou fell into silence.
"Should we load a second round?"
"No, there is no need. What needed to be done has been completed."
After saying this, Wei Yanyou turned and left the control room.
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"This is Lungmen's main cannon!" Amiya held the observer screen, watching the explosion in the distance.
The shockwave arrived seconds after the flash of light, leaving the group observing from atop the high building with mouths full of dust.
"Ah, Doctor, when did you take the opportunity to pull up your mask? You didn't even remind me." Amiya complained.
Just then, Blaze suddenly shouted:
"Hey, look! Someone is still alive."
Hearing her words, everyone turned their eyes back to the observer, only to see Frostnova standing there alone, with Jean nowhere to be found.
"Should we go save her? What if Lungmen fires a second shot?"
"No, there will not be a second shot." Kaltsit made her judgment, "The first shot, used for deterrence, is enough. In any case, Lungmen will not expose its firing interval."
Just then, the sound of a communicator interrupted Kaltsit. After glancing at it, she signaled to the group and walked to the corner to answer.
The Doctor added, "It both demonstrates a stance of fighting against the Reunion Movement and reasonably utilizes main combat weaponry to show force. However, Lungmen has likely suffered significant damage from this incident; otherwise, they would not have displayed such firepower."
Just as everyone was expressing their agreement, Kaltsit returned and said to the group, "We have trouble. Chernobog is heading this way."
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