rpbooks Chapter 347 - 327: Composition [3]
Chapter 347 - 327: Composition [3]
The area fell deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was frozen as if under an Immobilization Spell, not one of them daring to speak.
Clearly, they were all stunned by the utterly bizarre scene before them.
One could argue the first shot was a blank, or perhaps some kind of accident.
But the organized, furious volley that followed couldn’t possibly have been faked.
’Block bullets with his bare body? Is this guy some kind of non-human monster?’
Hu Qi easily took in the terrified expressions of everyone around him.
The sensation was peculiar, as if he possessed a strange eye that could perceive everything in 360 degrees with no blind spots.
The expression on every single person’s face was reflected with perfect clarity in his field of vision.
Even from dozens of meters away, he could see the fine pores on their skin and hear the rhythmic thumping of their hearts.
These superhuman senses felt as if he’d been born with them.
He subconsciously looked down at his own palm.
The shackles, broken in two, and a pile of bullets, flattened into iron discs.
A hint of confusion and surprise showed in Hu Qi’s expression.
’What’s going on? Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something incredibly important?’
Just then, the nearby prison guards finally snapped out of their shock.
The Executor barked, his voice stern.
"Hands on your head, get down now! Or we’ll..."
But halfway through his sentence, his gaze involuntarily fell upon the pile of mangled bullets on the ground.
The rest of the words caught in his throat.
’He didn’t want to believe it, but the man before him truly seemed to be immune to bullets.’
Threatening him with gunfire now was undoubtedly a foolish, laughable gesture.
Besides, continuing with the execution was clearly no longer practical.
With that thought,
He shot a look at a few of his men and said,
"Go arrest him. Take him back to the prison first."
Hearing this, the guards all hesitated.
They exchanged glances, but for a moment, not a single one dared to step forward.
’This guy obviously isn’t normal. Risking your life for a few thousand a month? You’d have to be insane.’
Seeing their hesitation,
just as the Executor was about to say something more, Hu Qi moved.
His legs bent slightly as he crouched down, like a cheetah about to pounce.
The next second,
with a thunderous BOOM, the ground beneath his feet erupted, leaving a small crater.
He shot upward like an arrow loosed from a bow, a black shadow soaring into the air.
The six- or seven-meter-high prison wall, entangled with barbed wire and topped with a high-voltage electric fence, was like nothing to him.
He leaped directly over the heads of the dumbfounded, gun-wielding prison guards.
"Get him! Shoot!"
Someone shrieked at the top of their lungs.
In an instant, the guards raised their guns and frantically fired at Hu Qi’s retreating back.
Bullets whistled through the air, but Hu Qi’s figure flickered like a phantom.
It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
He effortlessly dodged every single bullet.
Soon, Hu Qi’s figure vanished from sight.
Witnessing this, the Executor immediately reported the situation up the chain of command.
When the warden first took the call, he thought he was being pranked.
But after seeing the surveillance footage with his own eyes and arriving on-site to find the flattened bullets,
he knew this incident was far beyond his capabilities; it was nothing he could resolve on his own.
The report shot up the chain of command like a relay baton, quickly drawing the intense scrutiny of the higher-ups.
An investigation into Hu Qi was launched immediately. If the reports were true,
then Hu Qi was the world’s only superhuman, making him a subject of immense research value.
Of course, Hu Qi was oblivious to all of this.
After escaping the prison, he slipped into a house like a gust of wind, quickly found a change of clothes, took a reasonable amount of cash, and then made a beeline for a nearby internet cafe to look up information.
He managed to leave the city before the manhunt arrived, speeding off in a specific direction.
He did all this with such practiced ease, without a hint of hesitation or unfamiliarity.
It was as if this was something he did regularly.
’Impossible. That can’t be right. I’m a law-abiding citizen.’
Hu Qi shook his head as he zipped through the mountain forest like a black shadow.
Relying on his sharp senses, he had already learned he was a wanted man by overhearing passersby and glancing at roadside newspapers.
So he knew that taking public transportation was out of the question; he would have to travel on foot.
Fortunately, his strength, speed, and constitution were immense. At a full sprint, his speed was comparable to a car with its pedal to the metal.
And as time passed, he could feel his power steadily growing.
A single, light leap could send him a hundred meters into the air.
A single punch could collapse an entire rock face, leaving a massive crater.
It felt as if he had transformed into an omnipotent Superhuman.
Stranger still, he felt no sense of unfamiliarity or awkwardness with these immense powers.
It was as if they had always been his.