The moment the police station doors swung open, flashbulbs flashed incessantly. Reporters tried to swarm forward. But, they were blocked by a line of black-clad bodyguards, forcing them to stand outside the human wall. However, this did not deter the reporters from asking their questions. “Councilor Davide, what is your view on those armed militants?” “Councilor Davide, what do you think about the sudden appearance of a secret base outside Newdeth City?” “Young Mr. Davide, did you suffer mistreatment when you were kidnapped?” Compared to the previous applause, these screams were much more genuine. The journalists wore faces of horror. Yet, they still remembered to press their shutters. The bodyguards forming a human wall could no longer stand still; they pulled out guns from their coats and aimed straight at Jason. But someone was faster. Edward, cloaked and his face hidden, had a silver revolver in hand. His left thumb cocked the hammer as his right index finger repeatedly pulled the trigger. Six shots in rapid succession, and the first bodyguard to draw a gun was on the ground, clutching his hand and wailing in pain. Then, Edward flicked his right wrist, the cylinder of the revolver popped out, his left hand swiped at his waist, and six bullets soared through the air. With a snap of his right hand, the bullets neatly entered the cylinder. Hands worked in unison again. Left thumb on the hammer, right finger on the trigger. The bullets fired one by one. At a speed far surpassing that of an average person. The armed bodyguards fell to the ground one after another. Jason looked at Edward in surprise. He had recognized Edward as soon as he started shooting. Even through the haze of gunsmoke… the scent of a person remains unchanged. Similarly, Edward had recognized Jason. He could never forget that vagabond attire. The two exchanged glances, and beneath the masks, in the shadows, hidden smiles curled upon their lips. It was a sign of recognition. This was no ordinary alliance. Amidst the chaotic crowd, the two shared a smile and turned simultaneously, entrusting their backs to each other, facing more black-clad bodyguards. Gunfire rang out incessantly. Knives flashed fiercely. For a moment, cries of agony and mournful screams turned the area into a battlefield. Meanwhile, outside in the street, a car charged in like a mad bull. Without any sign of slowing down. On the contrary, the driver floored the gas pedal. The vehicle’s front end slammed hard into the black-clad bodyguards. After plowing through the crowd, the car executed a sleek fishtail turn, sending two black-clad bodyguards flying before its doors burst open. Jason and Edward could clearly see two individuals with their heads wrapped in quilted cotton inside. “What are you looking at?” The driver shouted loudly. The one in the passenger seat leaned out halfway with a ‘typewriter’ equipped with a rounded drum magazine and began wildly firing at the black-clad bodyguards. The gunfire crackled. Hot shell casings fell to the ground. This time, the black-clad bodyguards were truly stunned. Especially when the car started again, and the grenade thrown from the driver’s seat caused them to frantically dodge left and right in terror. Amidst the roaring engine, the car sped away. All around were black-clad bodyguards lying on the ground. The grenade did not explode. The bodyguards looked at each other in confusion, then all turned to stare at the departing car. At that moment, the window on the driver’s side rolled down, a hand reached out, and a middle finger was raised high. This provoked the bodyguards to shoot at the car repeatedly. Startled, Griffin quickly retracted his hand. Then, without looking back, he asked— “What are we going to do next?” “Fugitives for life?”