Chapter 86: Security

“Tak-tak-tak…”

Suddenly, all the barrels rotated simultaneously, spitting blue flame.

It was as if both the earth and the surrounding vehicles, along with the guardrails on the road, vibrated all at once. Standing on the ground, one could feel the earth tingling, as if electric currents had surged through the body beforehand, while nostrils were filled with the heavy scent of gunpowder.

The air was ripped apart shred by shred.

Bullets carrying terrifying force scrambled out of the barrels, punching strings of dense holes into the nearby vehicles and the road surface. Four or five armed personnel from the front and rear escorts, who had noticed the anomaly and were hastily emerging from their vehicles, were now directly and completely exposed to this horrific firepower with no warning.

“Shwip!” “Shwip!” “Shwip!”

Blood sprayed out. Their bulletproof vests proved virtually useless, as they were directly shredded into bloody chunks of flesh.

And this was just from facing one multi-barrel rotary machine gun.

Meanwhile, Lu Xin and Chen Jing, targeted simultaneously by six converted machine guns, were practically submerged by bullets.

They heard a deafening roar, like a sky full of hornets descending upon them in an overwhelming swarm.

… …

The instant he was engulfed by the dense swarm of bullets, Lu Xin felt a moment of sheer despair.

He wasn’t as knowledgeable about this weapon as Chen Jing was, but he had heard of it.

However, no matter how many times he’d heard about it, it was only now, with such a terrifying firearm aimed directly at him, that he truly grasped its horror. The piercing roar, the devilish rotation of the barrels, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of rounds firing, even the spreading tang of gunpowder, and the metallic clatter of spent casings raining down—these sounds shouldn’t have been distinguishable amidst the chaos, yet at this moment they all rang unnervingly clear in his ears.

Spider-Types could dodge bullets, but that depended on the bullet and the situation.

Now, encircled by five roaring rotary machine guns and facing this overwhelming firepower, his mind went utterly blank. His body trembled, robbed of all capacity for thought. He felt enveloped entirely by an aura of annihilation.

“Shwip-shwip-shwip-shwip…”

Lu Xin’s ears were filled with the sound of bullets tearing through the air.

From the inky black muzzles of the five rotary machine guns just three or four meters away, countless fiery serpents seemed to howl as they rushed towards him.

A wave of heat struck his face, carrying the pungent smell of nitre.

Thud-dump!

At that instant, Lu Xin’s heart contracted violently before pounding with equal ferocity.

It was painful, but the sensation felt strangely familiar to him.

It was the feeling of despair!

Instinctively, he weakly lifted his hand, holding it up in front of his face.

… …

“Silly child…”

He could sense the countless bullets hurtling towards him, yet he suffered no harm.

Just as the aura of despair reached its peak, Lu Xin vaguely sensed a shadow materialize before him.

And suddenly, an unnerving sense of security washed over him.

Subconsciously, he slowly opened his eyes.

Raising his head towards the flickering blue flame spitting from the Gatling barrels ahead, he saw the elegant and refined figure of Mother.

She wore a perfectly tailored, exquisitely crafted pristine white evening gown, a small silver clutch bag hooked over her arm.

On her feet were gold-trimmed high heels, and atop her head rested a petite gray wide-brimmed hat.

A simple yet dazzling platinum rose necklace hung around her neck. She possessed an indescribable aura of noble elegance, standing in stark, jarring contrast to the overturned vehicles, towering flames, and general chaos created by the flying bullets behind her.

She moved forward with light steps, bent down slightly, and embraced both Lu Xin and Little Sister.

Countless bullets screamed towards them, slamming into her body.

Each one of these bullets possessed the power to pierce steel plates, even rend living humans into shreds. Yet, countless impacts struck Mother’s body without a single bullet passing through her, not a single one missing its mark. Every one was completely absorbed by her body.

Behind her, inky black blood seemed to splash endlessly onto the ground.

The sheer volume of bullets pouring onto her made her body appear to tremble faintly.

It was like the flicker of an unstable monitor in an office – the sense of interlacing horizontal and vertical lines and shifting patches of color, rendering Mother’s figure at once exquisite and eerily insubstantial.

But she had appeared before him, shielding Lu Xin and Little Sister from all the bullets, using her own body as a barrier.

Lu Xin could even feel the terrifying force contained within each bullet impacting her – that annihilating intent to tear everything apart, to blast everything into fragments. Yet, Mother stood motionless, enduring the barrage. On her meticulously made-up face, there was even a faint smile.

And… a hint of unreadable excitement, an aberrant, grotesque grin…

Amidst the thunder of gunfire, she spoke to Lu Xin in a tone tinged with reproach, “Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t let yourself be bullied?”

“How did you still manage to get yourself into such danger?”

“…”

At that moment, Lu Xin’s heart was filled with a complex, ineffable feeling, utterly lost for words.

… …

“What is that…”

Chen Jing had thought she was dead for sure.

The piercing gunfire should have been the last sound she’d ever hear.

But she hadn’t expected that even after several seconds of this massive barrage screaming around her, she felt absolutely nothing.

Startled, she abruptly lifted her head.

Her eyes instantly widened, locking onto the scene before her with ferocious intensity.

… …

Ahead of her, closer to the highway, was Lu Xin.

Lu Xin had been threatened by those bullets earlier than she had. Logically, he should have already been torn to pieces.

But when she looked, she beheld an image she knew she would remember for the rest of her life.

Lu Xin stood there, still frozen in his instinctive posture of shielding his face with one raised hand.

Before him, suspended in the air only about thirty centimeters from his body, were countless bullets.

They looked as if they had been pinned there, embedded in emptiness by an invisible force. Immobile. Unable to advance forward, yet not falling to the ground.

The sheer number of bullets, and the fact that more were ceaselessly flying towards that point, meant that the suspended projectiles began to form a vague contour – a strange, indistinct shape. At a glance, it almost looked like… a human figure. A blurred but complete outline of a person…

To put it simply, it appeared Lu Xin had projected a telekinetic shield.

And that shield had actually managed to block the combined fusillade from five multi-barrel rotary machine guns!

In that instant, Chen Jing felt her breath catch. An indescribable dread washed over her.

In a different sense, the shock hit her harder, was more impactful than even seeing those five rotary machine guns aiming at her.

“What level of psychic magnitude…”

“…would that require?”