Chapter 1379 Biochemical Soldiers

• Rat-tat-tat! In no time, the Swedish cops opened fire, and both sides were blazing away. The barrage that had been pouring toward Dominic’s side suddenly thinned out by more than half. Seizing the opening, Dominic finally dared to pop his head up. He slid to the front of the car, yanked off the side mirror, and used it to scout the scene. One glance—and his blood ran cold. He could clearly see the bullets from the Swedish police hitting the masked men. The rounds punched into their chests, blood sprayed—and yet they didn’t go down. They just staggered, then kept on fighting. “What? What the hell is this?” Dominic had been through countless battles, but this was a first. A chill crept up his spine. In a flash, one thought hit him: biochemical soldiers. As the War God of Aploth, he’d seen things the average person couldn’t even imagine. He knew certain Epean countries had long since started this kind of research—biochemical serums injected into soldiers to massively boost stamina, speed, strength, and defense. Pain tolerance spiked too. Unless you hit the heart or the brain, they just wouldn’t die. An army like that? A steamroller on the battlefield. He’d thought this wouldn’t show up so soon in the real world. Yet here it was—staring him in the face. Almost at once, he pegged the masked men as a handiwork of Atharia. Ninety-nine point nine-nine percent sure. He had crushed those politicians’ big plans, cracked the Flame Virus, and taken out the Atharian military district’s top prodigy, Aaron. That was a laundry list of blood feuds. He just hadn’t expected them to be this bold—deploying biochemical soldiers here to take him down. “D*mn it!” he snarled. With this in play, wiping them all out would be a tall order. And he still had to protect Ms. Winona Schroeder. In a situation like this, the smart move was to pull back. Keep trading shots, and the risk skyrocketed—one stray round, and Ms. Winona Schroeder could get killed. Dominic’s urge to avenge the flight crew burned hot, but he forced it down. Stay cool under fire—that’s baseline for any elite, and he was the War God. In a heartbeat, he made the call: retreat first. Revenge could wait. He wouldn’t let Ms. Winona Schroeder fall here. “Winona, when I count to three, you sprint to the plane. I’ll draw their fire,” Dominic said, all business. From their car to the boarding steps was only a few yards. Even for a woman in heels, it was a dash of a few seconds. Once she got on board, Dominic was confident he could break away. No way those biochemical freaks were catching a plane. “Okay. Got it.” Ms. Winona Schroeder fought to steady herself. Her pretty face had gone pale, but she nodded hard. She knew she had to follow his lead. In her mind, the best help she could give was not becoming his deadweight. If she was safe, he could cut loose. Dominic kept one hand on the ripped-off mirror, tracking the chaos ahead. In his other hand, he pinched a fan of a dozen-odd silver needles. A quick scan told him everything he needed: the airport security detail had been hammered to the ground in under a minute, completely suppressed. A total steamroll.