Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 416 - 416 412 Taking the Enemy Leader's Head in Their Camp

416: Chapter 412: Taking the Enemy Leader’s Head in Their Camp 416: Chapter 412: Taking the Enemy Leader’s Head in Their Camp Despite stepping on an anti-tank mine, the situation was so urgent that he couldn’t afford to think carefully, because the special agents inside the villa or lurking around could discover him at any moment.

Once discovered, if the agents began firing at him with machine guns, and with the powerful anti-tank mine under his feet, even with his high martial skills, he would be dead for sure.

So, without a second thought, he took out a dagger and quickly yet carefully dug out the soil around and beneath the mine, creating a hole about thirty centimeters in diameter while keeping his right foot in motion to steadily push the mine further down.

The entire process required not only quick and careful movements but also bearing the immense pressure of the threat to his life.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan’s movements were steady, and he remained calm, the only sign of stress being his slightly labored breathing.

In less than a minute, the mine had sunk about seventy to eighty centimeters into the hole with Ye Fan’s right foot.

Stowing away the dagger, Ye Fan pinpointed the direction, took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, then propelled himself with force from his feet, leaping outward and close to the ground.

Boom!!!

A thunderous explosion rocked the earth, and the blast wave nearly flipped Ye Fan, who had pounced and sprawled to the ground six to seven meters away lightning fast.

Dirt, stones, and weeds scattered in all directions, and numerous cries of shock came from inside the villa.

This was followed by the sound of countless gunshots.

Ye Fan was shaken enough to feel his internal organs shift slightly, but it wasn’t severe.

On the ground, Ye Fan rolled and didn’t immediately run away but instead lifted his head to check out the villa’s backyard.

He saw that the blast had knocked down a three to four-meter gap in the wall closest to the mine.

There was no need to scale it; he could drive straight in.

As for the mine’s original site, it had created a deep pit over four meters in diameter.

However, it was clear that the agents lurking inside and outside the villa were now fully alarmed.

Escape right now?

Impossible!

Taking advantage of the explosion, when the dirt had flown everywhere, Ye Fan crouched low and darted into the villa’s backyard like lightning.

Once inside the backyard, Ye Fan’s gaze swept across like a hawk, and he saw his target, Lorne Blakey, still there, along with two other tall, strong Caucasians.

Lorne Blakey had stood up but was frozen stiff in place, his face full of fear and shock, apparently still not recovered from the sudden thunderous explosion, unsure whether to run into the house.

As for the two strong Caucasians, they had already gotten up and were in the process of drawing their guns.

However, Ye Fan wouldn’t allow them the chance to retrieve their firearms.

With a surge of energy in his legs, he brandished the sharp dagger, and his whole body lunged forward like an arrow.

Like a bolt of lightning, the two strong Caucasians didn’t have time to react before their heads, filled with fear, flew off, and their bodies, after spurting blood for one full second, fell.

Along with the heads of the two strong men, Lorne Blakey’s head also took flight, landing on the ground while his corpulent body sprayed blood and collapsed, twitching unconsciously.

Ye Fan remained unflustered, his body exuding an incredibly cold and bloody murderous aura as he walked toward Lorne Blakey’s head while taking out his phone, unlocking the screen, and opening the camera app.

Then he snapped a photo of the terrified head of Lorne Blakey.

No sooner had he taken the photo than a sudden chill ran through Ye Fan’s heart, and he felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

His body hair stood on end, and he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

Not only that, but his pores constricted, raising goose bumps as firm as bronze beans on his skin.

Without a second thought, Ye Fan’s feet powered a sharp leap to the right, and with a loud “bang!” the marble floor over twenty centimeters thick cracked and shattered in large pieces, as Ye Fan’s figure flashed out like a specter.

Numerous bullets then sprayed from the villa, ravaging the ground where Ye Fan had just been standing and taking Lorne Blakey’s picture into a holy mess, with Lorne Blakey’s head shattered on the spot.

Meanwhile, the dense sound of machine gun fire filled the air.

Ye Fan, swift as a ghost, altered his trajectory unpredictably, dodging countless bullets that came sweeping from behind and the sides.

In an instant, he fled the villa’s backyard, and after several unpredictable turns, within a few breaths, Ye Fan had escaped the scene, fleeing far away and vanishing from the view of the United States special agents hidden inside and around the villa.

The intense machine gun fire ceased, and a black figure darted out of the villa with lightning speed, chasing in the direction Ye Fan had taken off.

Shortly after, a group of infuriated United States special agents burst out of the villa, clutching machine guns and swearing a stream of “FUCK” curses.

So many people had spent a considerable amount of time setting a trap, only to fail at luring and killing Ye Fan.

Instead, Ye Fan had murdered their protectee, Lorne Blakey, even taking a picture with his phone before striding away.

A special agent in his fifties who appeared to be the leader shouted angrily, “Useless trash!

All of you are useless trash!

Don’t just stand there, get the vehicles and K9 units on the move, for fuck’s sake—are you waiting for me to teach you?!”

Then, turning to his deputy, he commanded, “Neum, call for helicopter support immediately!”

“One chopper?” Neum asked, pulling out his pager.

“One?

No, no, three!

That man must have been Black Dragon!

We must catch him at all costs, he must not escape back to Huaxia or Africa!”

Ye Fan exerted force from his feet, employing the “Great Roc Spreads Its Wings” qinggong, fleeing as fast as lightning.

Passing the spot where he had changed clothes earlier, he grabbed Li Xing’s bag and then veered off toward the open fields to the east.

His speed was incredibly fast, almost reaching seventy to eighty kilometers per hour.

Across the rugged terrain, even the best motorcycle riders wouldn’t stand a chance of catching up with him, let alone a four-wheeled vehicle.

Ten minutes later, Ye Fan was more than ten kilometers away from Lorne Blakey’s villa.

Feeling slightly safer, he conserved some energy and slowed his pace, although he was still moving quickly.

The United States special agents would only have a chance of catching up to him if they used helicopters.

But even helicopters would be of no use because Ye Fan was already more than ten kilometers away from the villa, making the search area too vast and the target too small.

Moreover, Ye Fan would take cover in advance, making it like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, after slowing down for three or four minutes, Ye Fan suddenly heard a noise behind him, a sound of something or someone closing in on him at a very fast speed.

Ye Fan quickly turned his head and saw a figure in black rapidly approaching from two or three hundred meters away, and in the blink of an eye, the figure had come to a stop in front of him.

Ye Fan’s tiger eyes tightened, shooting a cold and sharp glare at the black-clad person who had caught up with him—an East Asian descendant with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin.

A martial arts expert!

And not just any expert, but a late-stage master of the inner strength martial arts!!!

Seizing the moment before the man in black could stabilize himself, Ye Fan’s feet forcefully propelled him forward, he confidently launched an attack on the black-clad man with the ferocious and boundless “Sky Soaring Three-step Cannon” aimed right at his chest.