Chapter 507 Abnormal Humans
"And you, Nicole, you traitor, come back with me and face the leaders to admit your mistakes!"
"Wishful thinking," Abella and Nicole said in unison, exchanging a surprised glance at their unexpected synchronicity.
"It's been a while since I had a good workout."
After being struck by Abella, Nicole felt significantly lighter, with some of the poison in her body forced out.
She rubbed her wrist, ready for a big fight.
Leonard sneered coldly. "The organization has set up an inescapable net outside. Today, you two won't escape even with wings! If you know what's good for you, surrender quietly."
"Too much talk," Nicole and Abella said in unison again, both wearing a mocking smile. Their beauty carried a hint of coldness and fierce elegance.
Abella said with interest, "Show us what you've got."
"Bring it on!" Nicole moved like a flash of lightning, quickly darting to the front.
Abella was surprised that just expelling a bit of poison had made Nicole much faster and more agile than before.
Abella also firmly held the upper hand. These dozen or so small fry were no match for her.
Waves of people surged in from outside, like mushrooms after a rain, continuously emerging.
At the same time, a hail of bullets rained down on them.
Abella flipped a table and struck it towards Nicole, shielding her from danger.
Nicole picked up a fallen knife from the ground and accurately threw it behind Abella, hitting the person who was about to ambush her.
Both of them were protecting each other in their own ways.
Seeing their seamless cooperation, Leonard wore a grim face.
He thought, 'It seems Louis Samantha was right! Abella is indeed someone Nicole has secretly trained, one of the forces rebelling against the organization!
'Not only did Nicole secretly train others, but she also colluded with The A Gang, harming her own people. These two crimes alone are enough to send Nicole to hell!
'Now, let's see if anyone else in the organization dares to protect her!'
At this moment, Abella smirked at Nicole. "Where's that thing from earlier?"
Nicole was puzzled.
Suddenly, she remembered and took out a small medicine bottle from her pocket, asking in confusion, "You mean this?"
The powder poison Nicole had used on Abella before.
Abella raised an eyebrow as if to say, "That was the one."
Nicole immediately tossed the bottle over, and Abella caught it effortlessly. In less than two seconds, she mixed the poison into another bottle of her own medicine.
With just a flick of her wrist, the gray powder scattered towards their enemies. Before they knew what was happening, they all fell one by one, completely powerless.
Leonard quickly covered his nose, but the fine powder still entered his lungs. Within seconds, he felt weak and unable to muster any strength.
He thought, 'What is this stuff?
'It's incredibly potent.
'Could it be that Nicole and this girl have secretly developed some kind of drug specifically to deal with the organization?
'Nicole has gone too far!
'The organization has painstakingly nurtured her for so many years, only to raise such a scourge!'
"This is a new type of poison," Abella explained, smirking at the dozens of defeated foes lying haphazardly before her. She thought, 'It seems this organization is just so so.'
Nicole was amazed at how powerful the mixture was and wondered how Abella did it.
Leonard, feeling weak, quickly pressed a button on his watch. Soon, a group of mercenaries appeared at the door.
They seemed to bring a chilling aura from hell itself, making the cold wind from outside feel even more bone-chilling.
Seeing this group, Nicole had a stern expression. She knew they might die here today. She glanced at Abella and said calmly, "You go first."
She would cover for Abella.
Abella raised an eyebrow. "Finally, some worthy opponents?"
"They've undergone special training since childhood. They're immune to poison and impervious to bullets and blades."
They had been injected with various drugs, making their muscle strength and resilience far beyond that of normal humans.
Nicole had honed her skills by fighting these freaks over the years, often getting injured in the process.
Their skin was so tough that even knives had a hard time cutting through. Their bodies were filled with complex toxins, making them look anything but normal, with even their faces appearing eerily pale.
"Take him away," Nicole said, referring to Winston. She thought, 'The organization has deployed these people, which indicates they will soon find The A Gang. Winston isn't safe here; he needs to return to the country as soon as possible.'
"Make sure to take him away," Nicole said, launching an attack on one of the mercenaries, numbered 9117. "Now's the time."
But her strikes felt like mere tickles to 9117. He stood there like a statue, unmoved.
After Nicole had thrown seven or eight punches, he finally struck back. With just one punch, Nicole staggered back, clutching her stomach in pain.
Abella quickly supported Nicole. She had seen clearly that 9117's punch was indeed faster and stronger than theirs.
Realizing the opponent was no joke, Abella asked in a low voice, "Who are they exactly?"
"They've been injected with all sorts of drugs over the years," Nicole said, wincing in pain, "They're no longer normal humans."
They were like robots, following orders without question, only knowing to complete their mission at all costs.
"Do they have any weaknesses?" Abella asked,
"After all these years of fighting them, I haven't found any," Nicole replied.
Looking at the thirty or so eerie figures before her, Abella felt immense pressure.
To her surprise, another group arrived outside.
The dark mass of people looked like soldiers sent by the Grim Reaper.
The organization was using all its resources to bring them back.
"Abella, find a way to escape," Nicole said, straightening her slender frame despite the pain, "I'll hold them off for a while. You take him and go."
Abella looked at the dense crowd in front of her. "There's no way out."
Nicole knew the chances were slim, but what if an opportunity to slip away presented itself?
"I won't leave you behind," Abella said, "If anything happens to you, I won't be able to face Winston or Raymond."
She thought, 'Just a few dozen freaks?'
Abella pulled a long, thin rod from her bag, extending it to 3 feet in length.
"Electric batons won't work on them," Nicole said.
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