Can't Kill

"You better spill the truth. The Black Claw's people are probably not something you can handle!" Clark warned, not wanting to see people here die meaninglessly. 

He knew the methods of the Black Claw, and they were not reasonable negotiators. Their approach involved coercion, indicating they wouldn't engage in a civilized conversation with Anthony.

"Shut up!" Anthony scornfully retorted.

"Who do you think you are?" Anthony looked at Clark with disdain. "In my eyes, you're nothing, not even a fart. Even Isabella can't command me. I call the shots here. One day, the entire Company Brown will be under my command!"

While speaking, Anthony seemed somewhat hysterical, like someone who had been repressed for a long time and was on the verge of exploding.

"I don't want to go crazy with you!" Clark said, intending to get out of the car, but he found that the door couldn't be opened.

Anthony chuckled, and several gun barrels protruded from inside the car, directly aiming at Clark.

"You stay here quietly. Keep an eye on things. I'm going to take care of everyone who doesn't listen. As for that Alex, I'll make him kneel and beg for mercy!" Anthony laughed heartily, then opened the car door and walked away.

Clark was thus trapped inside the armored vehicle, which continued to roam aimlessly, seemingly without direction, yet also perhaps executing some mission. It was moving farther and farther away from the core area.

"No, this isn't right! He's using me as bait!"

Clark observed the movements of the armored vehicle for a while. It advanced a certain distance before turning back, as if intentionally waiting for someone to approach. It was like fishing, making the bait move constantly in the water to lure prey!

He realized that he might have been manipulated by Anthony.

"However, just me alone isn't enough to pique their interest. Could it be that the data was placed in the car beforehand?" Clark quickly glanced around and indeed spotted a briefcase in a corner. It seemed casually placed there, but a little search would reveal it.

"Oh no, I need to get out of here quickly, or things will turn dangerous!" After confirming his suspicions, Clark looked for an opportunity to leave. However, the gun barrels inside the car were always pointed at him, ready to fire if he made any sudden moves.

Squeak! The armored vehicle suddenly came to a halt.

"Let me out, and you should leave too. We're about to face big trouble!" Clark shouted through the glass towards the driver's compartment.

The man in the driver's seat showed no reaction, as if he hadn't heard Clark's words. He sat motionless for a minute or two before slowly turning his head towards Clark, smiled, and then his head dropped, and his whole body split into several pieces.

"Human puppet!" Clark immediately understood what was happening.

At the same time, the power system inside the car also ceased to operate, and all the gun barrels retracted.

"It seems someone tampered with this earlier. Anthony, you missed something!" Seeing this, Clark quickly pushed open the car door and ran out.

He didn't bother grabbing the briefcase; who knew what was inside, and he didn't want to waste a second risking it.

As he rushed down from the armored vehicle, numerous people suddenly emerged from all around, all charging towards him. Initially, Clark thought they were coming to capture him and immediately went on guard.

But as these people rushed past him without paying any attention, he realized, "They're all heading for that briefcase. These people were sent to steal the data!"

Clark felt an uneasy sensation, unable to explain what was happening precisely. He just wanted to get away quickly. He ran towards the distance, putting all his effort into escaping.

Among the people charging ahead, one person ran the fastest and reached the car, quickly discovering the briefcase and reaching out to grab it.

Boom! A loud explosion occurred, and the entire armored vehicle burst into flames. Smoke enveloped everything, covering Clark and everyone in the vicinity.

The shockwave sent those who rushed forward flying. Those closest were either killed by the heat wave or torn apart by the shockwave.

Upon closer inspection, the ground was scattered with dismembered bodies, confirming that these individuals were indeed humanoid puppets.

"Haha, let's see you try and fight me!" Anthony, from a distant command post, watched everything with a sinister smile on his face. All of this was part of his plan. Wasn't Clark supposed to deliver a message to him?

Fine, let him be the bait, lure Alex out, orchestrate a massive explosion, and resolve everything!

"Hehe, who would have thought things would be resolved so easily? Should I commend you or look down on you?" Donald stood nearby, his expression somewhat strange. He felt both happy that the most formidable enemy here had been eliminated and satisfied that Clark, whom he disliked, had also been taken care of. With the biggest threat gone, he couldn't believe Anthony hadn't backed up his data. The next step was to deal with this cunning guy properly.

Yet, he had a hint of worry. With Anthony being so devious, could he have been deceived?

Donald exchanged a glance with himself and prepared to take action.

Facing such a cunning opponent, one couldn't afford to be careless. A thorough clean-up might not only yield valuable information but also an opportunity to take Isabella away!

"How could you kill my friend?" Isabella expressed her anger.

She knew everything that had happened, and Anthony's motives for getting Clark into the car were now laid bare. Isabella couldn't believe Anthony would go to such lengths. Was this really the Anthony she knew?

In the command post, everyone had their own thoughts.

Meanwhile, Clark stood amidst thick fog, observing the scattered remains on the ground. He dared not move because not far away, something was struggling.

It seemed like the upper half of a person, the lower limbs completely blown away. Logically, survival should be impossible, yet the figure was undeniably moving.

It appeared to be a young man, his back to Clark, his clothes charred, with one arm broken off. He stood upright, supported only by his right arm.

Under normal circumstances, Clark would have rushed over to help long ago. But now, he dared not move because he knew this wasn't a human or even a humanoid puppet. Once a humanoid puppet was separated, it would lose all mobility and vitality. But what stood before him was evidently different.

"Sloppy! Falling for Anthony's trick!" After a while, the person spoke nonchalantly. Although his tone seemed light and indifferent, his movements clearly showed intense struggle.

"Are you Alex?" Clark asked while picking up a weapon.

The figure slightly turned his head, casting a sidelong glance at Clark.