The Demon's Menu-Chapter 844: I Predicted Your Prediction (2)

Even if at the start they could catch the two pursuing cars off guard,

They would soon find themselves in a more passive situation!

He was almost subconsciously thinking when he saw Roslor, who had been sitting honestly in the passenger seat, suddenly lean out with a submachine gun that had appeared out of nowhere in his hands.

Dadada!

The muzzle spat out flames.

Hot cartridges scattered in the backseat.

Several shells even landed on his face.

Searing.

Pain.

This was not a dream.

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Pers was almost dazed, watching Roslor, the man who claimed to be a ‘doctor,’ going crazy pulling the trigger at this moment.

Before this, he had no doubts about Roslor’s identity as a ‘doctor.’

But now?

"Fxxk!”

"Son of a bitch, taste this!”

"Bastards, come to daddy!”

Hearing such words, Pers put a question mark in his heart.

What kind of doctor talks like this?

Aren’t doctors supposed to be gentle and courteous?

A doctor crazily spraying with a submachine gun, who are you kidding?

But then, something even more astonishing happened to Pers.

While Roslor was pulling the trigger, he picked up a bag from the backseat and handed it to Billder.

This bag was next to Pers’ feet, placed together with his luggage.

Pers simply thought it was Billder’s or Roslor’s luggage.

Then, Pers saw a grenade launcher being taken out of the ‘luggage.’

Thwack!

The car’s tough windshield was smashed by Billder with a punch.

The barrel of the grenade launcher aimed at the oncoming vehicle in front.

The other party obviously saw the grenade launcher and immediately swerved the steering wheel, but it was too late.

Bang!

Boom!

Following a black arc, flames roared into existence.

The swerving car caught fire and tumbled to the side.

Whirr!

Billder floored the accelerator, and the car started again, pushing Pers into the backseat. He looked back.

Next to the burning car, a vehicle riddled with bullet holes was slowly coming to a stop.

Crimson filled the inside of the car.

Only two people managed to stagger out.

But they soon fell to the ground, motionless.

"Is that how we escape?”

Pers was stunned.

Happiness came so suddenly that Pers couldn’t quite believe it.

"This is just the beginning.”

"These were just probes; the real attack hasn’t come yet.”

"We are the bait.”

"They are too.”

Roslor, maintaining the posture of leaning out, quickly said this after seeing Pers’ expression.

"How do you know?”

"Aren’t you just a doctor?”

Pers asked almost subconsciously.

"Who says a doctor can’t know these things?”

"Isn’t everything obvious?”

"We serve as bait to attract those with ill intentions, and naturally, they would send corresponding manpower to attract young master Losa of Block F, or to be precise: to probe!”

"They can’t be sure of the extent of young master Losa’s strength in Block F!”

"And our arrival gives them the perfect opportunity!”

"They will keep probing!”

Roslor spoke very rapidly.

"Then, what about us?”

Pers asked stutteringly, an ominous premonition emerging in his heart.

"We are to repel these probes!”

"Don’t give them a chance to probe!”

"Or rather, give them the wrong information, to secure the best opportunity for young master Losa! It’s like two Swordsmen in a duel; whoever shows a flaw first will have no place to be buried.”

Pers looked at Roslor’s determined face, his eyes even gleaming, and he felt like crying.

He understood what Roslor was saying.

But precisely because he understood, he was even more worried about his future.

No!

There was no future left!

Only a dead end lay ahead!

Pers thought despairingly.

But within the despair, Pers was still a bit curious.

"Roslor, are you really a doctor?”

"Why do I feel like you’re a man prepared to die?”

Pers asked.

Roslor didn’t answer; it was Billder who replied.

"Of course Roslor is a doctor.”

"I was saved by him.”

"But in the incident before, we were both targeted for assassination at least five times. Perhaps he’s not as good as you in combat and shooting, but in other aspects, he has grown a lot. But don’t worry, I’m sure that after this incident, you will grow too,” Billder said, consoling Pers through the rearview mirror.

Thank you for your consolation!

Growth?

Only if you don’t die can you grow!

If you die, it’s eternal sleep!

Poor me, I’ve never actually raised a cat!

Pers silently looked at the car ceiling, then hugged the most important part of his luggage, the cat nest, in his arms.

In this cold, cruel society, only this cat nest could provide a bit of warmth.

But before Pers could feel the warmth of the cat nest for long, several heavy objects were tossed into his arms.

A shotgun.

An ammo belt.

Two grenades.

Pers looked up in astonishment.

Just as his eyes met Roslor’s serious gaze.

"The fight is not over.”

The ‘doctor’ said, then looked back.

Behind their car, more vehicles appeared.

And unlike the previous way of stopping them, this time, the others opened fire beforehand.

Bang, bang bang!

Dadada!

The bulletproof body of the car kept trembling, emitting moans as if it could hardly bear it anymore.