Chapter 511 Highway Bloodbath

• On the highway, hundreds of cars sat at crooked angles along the shoulder. Scores of men in black squeezed their triggers, dumping rounds at Lewis Snow. Too bad for them—his vigor energy wrapped him like armor. Ordinary bullets meant nothing. Golden shells rang off him like they were hitting steel and clattered across the asphalt.
• “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
• Lewis moved like a ghost under the night, flashing from one lane to the next. His SCAR-H barked in tight bursts, each shot slicing lives away like the Reaper’s scythe.