Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 76 - 062. Civilized, enthusiastic, friendly citizen Nomi who obeys traffic laws

Chapter 76: 062. Civilized, enthusiastic, friendly citizen Nomi who obeys traffic laws

When the roaring car burst into the tent, the ferocious Strength and speed left no doubt that all flesh was but an insect in the path of this 380-horsepower diesel engine.

Whoosh—

Zhu Baiya tilted his head as the cooling fins on either side of his skull opened, the reticles of his prosthetic eyes focusing into red dots as his body twisted mysteriously.

Plugin activated—[Fleeting Moment Prime]

His body burst forth with incredible speed, time seeming to slow down by hundreds of times, as he effortlessly dodged the front of the car and picked up the young Ersha Armament with one hand.

The next moment, as if teleporting, he appeared at the driver’s seat, lifted up a heavy pistol, and aimed it at Nomi, who was slowly turning her head with an expression of surprise, and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The bullets hit the bulletproof glass, creating a series of crackling spiderwebs, Nomi made a face, sticking out her tongue smugly:

"Gotcha—"

The next moment, the front of the car crashed into the back of the tent, ripping open the canvas. No matter how the White Fang Guild members shot at her from behind, she just kept pressing the accelerator, speeding away.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Move it and chase after her!"

Zhu Baiya cursed irritably, urging his men to drive in pursuit, fuming inside.

What a time to be upstaged, just when the Infant Eater was inspecting, how was he going to make deals with the Infant Eater if he appeared weak now?

As for the girl claiming to be from the Rose Army... Zhu Baiya had no reason to doubt it.

—As the Resistance Army, they might truly have vehicles with such superior bulletproof capabilities. It might not be a lie after all.

If she really was from the Rose Army, then they couldn’t let her get away.

If the Rose Army couldn’t beat the regular forces, they’d surely use their gang as a symbol to gain a good reputation and attract folks from the Outer World to join.

"Yargh—hah! So this is what it feels like to be overpowered by equipment, exhilarating! Your lord Nomi is out, you morons!"

Nomi was somewhat exhilarated, bouncing restlessly in the driver’s seat.

But Yawen, who was tied up in the back seat, was having a rough time—with all the jolting, even the most Well-trained would be shaken up.

"Slow... down..." Yawen was dizzy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that’s all you’ve got?" Nomi disdainfully said.

"I’m not wearing a seatbelt—"

Before Yawen could finish, Nomi took a sharp turn, colliding with a White Fang Guild vehicle that was catching up.

Boom!

The other driver clearly didn’t react in time, his headlights shattered on impact as he struggled to keep the wheel straight and prevent the vehicle from flipping sideways.

Yawen in the backseat was thrown up and crashed against the car door.

"Oww—" Yawen moaned softly, quickly drowned out by Nomi’s wild, unrestrained laughter:

"Burn hahaha haha hahaha! This car has 380 horsepower, you think you can compete with me?!"

Nomi gripped the steering wheel tightly, and under the despairing Armor and strength of her car, the White Fang Guild vehicle was forcefully pushed and overturned, with one of the gunmen inside having no time to react before being flung out.

Before he could recover from the pain of his broken bones, he lifted his head only to see a tire caked in snow, mud, and flesh.

Splat!

Meanwhile, another pickup truck caught up from behind; they were determined, one person stood up from the rear compartment, aimed a rocket-propelled grenade launcher at Nomi.

Hiss!

Nomi unceremoniously stomped on the brake, quickly turned off all the car lights with agile hand movements, and stabilized the steering wheel with her left arm.

She yanked up the handbrake for an emergency stop, and the pickup truck following behind was still pressing on the gas.

This series of actions directly put their car behind the now following pickup truck.

"In ancient Air Force combat, this maneuver was called a dogfight."

Yawen was thrown against the rear window, with the pain in her head and back making her doubt whether her decision to undergo "anti-dizziness training" during special agent training had been a mistake.

By the time the opposing vehicle’s anti-vehicle personnel realized what was happening and prepared to turn around to fire backward—Nomi suddenly turned on the high beams.

"Wuhu, Holy Light Punishment!"

Crack!

The dazzling light instantly pierced through the vast night sky, blinding the members of the White Fang Guild who were accustomed to the dimness of the Outer World!

Releasing the handbrake, Nomi switched the car to "Race Mode," slammed on the gas pedal, and the powerful acceleration pinned her tightly to the seat. With a wide grin, revealing her sharp fangs, she drove the car head-on into the pickup!

Boom!

The White Fang members standing in the bed of the pickup truck were the first to suffer. The off-road vehicle, modified from a Meissner AGX911, was known for its durability, and after enhancements by Mingji Humanity, it smashed through the bumper with sheer horsepower and an external suspension system!

"Help, help me!"

"Damn it, don’t push me!"

"My leg! My—ugh!"

The front wheels climbed into the bed, tilting the pickup’s front end up, and a few of the luckier ones were thrown off, breaking their spines.

The unlucky bastards just watched as Nomi drove in, squeezing the scrambling bandits in the bed into a meat patty.

Squish, squish—

The sound of something like jam being squeezed echoed, and Nomi cocked her head, accustomed to wondering what flavor the jam was.

However, the image of that one-armed girl flashed involuntarily through her mind.

’...12 years old.’

The words of Li Aozi echoed in her ears.

Crack!

Without the slightest pity, Nomi floored the gas pedal over these scum and thugs.

"You have hell to go to, but what about those who suffered at your hands?"

A mix of gut-wrenching screams and the sound of rifles firing.

Unfazed, Nomi’s purple eye was exceptionally clear and tranquil.

The driver of the pickup couldn’t withstand the pressure from behind, his foot on the gas pedal involuntarily eased for an instant, and he was immediately overrun by the Meissner off-road vehicle, which unceremoniously flipped it over, rampaging over its undercarriage.

Yawen was jolted into the front seat by the sudden downturn of momentum, bracing her long legs against the dashboard. She caught her breath and gave Nomi a glare:

"You should wear a seat belt when driving!"

"In the Outer World, we don’t have safety, only ’die’ (carry)."

Nomi replied nonchalantly:

"With that kind of attitude, you still want to attack Elf Island? Maybe you should consider getting a new daddy."

Yawen didn’t pick up the conversation. She steadied herself and said seriously:

"Where are you going now? You just left Mr. Leoz behind. Aren’t you going back to support him?"

"No need."

"But he’s your companion—"

"Yeah, why else would I trust him?"

Nomi glanced at Yawen, laughed, and said:

"You Frost Plated women are too selfish, never considering others. It’s precisely because that guy is so confident in himself and his skills that I felt safe driving over here."

"But he’s up against more than a hundred people—"

Yawen had just started to speak when a loud explosion suddenly came from behind. She turned to look through the rear window: the White Fang camp in the distance suddenly lit up with fierce flames.

At the same time, she noticed a squadron of riot police vehicles, armed to the teeth, fiercely speeding their way over a nearby dune.

"It’s Captain Nimotin... The explosion just now, that’s the effect of military firepower."

Yawen recalled the tracker that Li Aozi had taken from her and suddenly realized:

"From the beginning, he intended to stir up trouble between Captain Nimotin and the gangs!"