Chapter 514 It was Not Over Yet
Phillipe raised his hand, and hundreds of bullets were simultaneously fired at them. The mercenaries swiftly shielded the three leaders, and the bullets failed to penetrate their bodies.
"Are they wearing bulletproof vests?"
"Mr. Bourbon, what should we do?"
"One of them was already so strong earlier, and now there are over a hundred."
"Therefore, how did Ms. Medici carry Nicole back?"
"Did Mr. Medici discover their weakness?"
"They are immune to physical attacks, even bullets are ineffective against them. What could their weakness possibly be?"
Craig chuckled triumphantly. "You are all heroes. Why not join our Umbra League and work together to create a brighter future."
Tony sneered. "I have no interest in you!"
"You want us to collude with you? Dream on!"
"Look at yourself; half of you is already in the grave, and you still dare to boast in front of us."
Craig continued to laugh heartily, seemingly not taking them seriously.
"Stop wasting words with them. Today, I must avenge Ms. Medici!"
Someone stepped forward first.
The others quickly followed.
As his men fell one by one, Phillipe observed with a deepening gaze. "Did Abella forget to retrieve her backpack upon her return?
"What?" The injured Sam didn't understand why Phillipe was asking about the backpack at such a critical moment.
Why was he concerned about Abella's backpack now of all time?
Ernest, who was even more severely injured, remembered, "It appears that Ms. Medici highly prized that bag.
She likely couldn't retrieve it due to the circumstances..." Typically, after a scuffle, Abella would retrieve her backpack.
However, this time, being injured and having to carry Nicole back, she probably lacked the energy to do so.
Phillipe was aware that despite Abella's injuries, she would always retrieve the bag as it held the medical kit her grandfather had given her, a possession she cherished deeply.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Bourbon?" Sam noticed the dark and inscrutable expression in Phillipe's eyes, unable to discern his thoughts. "Shouldn't we focus on strategizing to overcome our adversaries? The rival gangs are observing us from afar, and we've already lost many of our men!"
Phillipe pondered, 'Even if Abella didn't bring the bag, she wouldn't abandon the medical kit unless it was impossible to retrieve.'
'Why couldn't she retrieve it?'
'Was it broken?'
'Or did it have another use?'
'In that situation, what other use could it have?'
Suddenly, he remembered the first word Abella said when she returned—"Head."
"Mr. Bourbon?" Sam couldn't believe that Phillipe was still contemplating at such a crucial moment. "Mr. Bourbon, did you hear me? Shouldn't we act now..."
"Attack their heads with sharp objects, like needles or knives," Phillipe instructed his men.
Sam and Ernest were stunned.
'Attack their heads?'
'Could their weakness be in their heads?'
They remembered the boss's comments and appeared to grasp the situation.
"I'll give it a try!" Sam realized and stepped forward.
"I'll go too."
Phillipe utilized his fists and feet to strike at their heads, noticing a slight decrease in their movements.
Recalling Abella's abdominal punch, he intentionally delayed his movements by half a second, enabling the mercenary's fist to connect with his abdomen.
"Mr. Bourbon!"
"Mr. Bourbon!"
"Mr. Bourbon, are you okay?"
Feeling the intense pain from a single punch helped him understand the extent of Abella's suffering from her injuries.
His heart was filled with unbearable anguish, and he struck the mercenary's temple with all his might.
The mercenary appeared momentarily blinded and coughed up blood.
'Abella knew medicine, so she must have used the injectable needles from her medical kit to pierce these people's heads, targeting specific acupuncture points.'
'Some points control the central nervous system, some affect movement, and some control coordination. So, the head's acupuncture points were their weakness!'
Phillipe shared this revelation with the group, and they swiftly gained the upper hand.
Witnessing the mercenaries being taken down, especially as bullets struck their heads, they crumbled like falling mountains.
The three leaders grasped the seriousness of the situation and promptly retreated into the safety of the Umbra castle.
"Everyone, charge!"
"Today, we must take their heads and avenge Ms. Medici!"
"Follow me inside."
"Wait."
As everyone prepared to launch an assault on the Umbra castle, Phillipe interjected, "Beware of traps."
Given the treacherous nature of the Umbra League's tactics, caution was paramount.
"Listen to Mr. Bourbon."
"If it weren't for Mr. Bourbon, we wouldn't have turned the tide."
"Thank you, Mr. Bourbon. You not only saved The C Gang's people but also saved us."
"It was Abella who discovered their weakness," Phillipe said.
He finally grasped the meaning behind Abella's actions.
Reflecting on the fact that Abella had likely confronted numerous unfamiliar individuals alone in her quest to uncover this vulnerability, Philippe felt a pang of sorrow once more.
Everyone proceeded cautiously as Philippe led them into the Umbra castle. Suddenly, all the lights within the castle extinguished.
A chilly gust of wind swept through, enveloping them in its cold embrace.
"Despicable cowards, come out if you have the guts."
Immediately after Sam spoke, poison arrows were launched from all the windows of the Umbra castle. Phillipe swiftly commanded everyone to dodge.
Only a few individuals were wounded, while the majority emerged unscathed.
Sam wanted to go in, but Phillipe raised his hand to stop him. "No need to waste time."
He signaled for everyone to step back, gradually moving away...
Some of his followers grew restless, thinking, 'Mr. Bourbon is hesitant and fearful to proceed. We are close to victory, and we cannot allow our adversaries to revel inside! We can seek retribution for Ms. Medici at any moment.'
"Mr. Bourbon, is it time?" Gabriel asked as everyone had retreated to a safe distance.
Phillipe nodded, and shortly after, they heard an approaching sound.
A helicopter released timed bombs, and within ten seconds, the entire Umbra castle was demolished.
Thick smoke filled the air, and flames raged.
Phillipe's action left everyone stunned; it was a bold and aggressive move.
A few surviving stragglers ran out of the thick smoke, only to be shot down immediately.
Observing the flames crackling before them and no further individuals emerging, Sam, recognizing that they had swiftly sought retribution for Abella, inquired, "Mr. Bourbon, should we return now?"
"No," Phillipe said calmly, "It's not over yet."
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