Chapter 197: Escape

"I know!"

Li Mochen had already noticed that bastard Eisenhower secretly stuffing a gold brick into his coat pocket. But at this moment, he didn't want to waste time and temporarily couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

"But I also know that if we leave the money here, they won't get anything either. That money will definitely end up in Mr. Antonio's pocket."

Pocketing all the money and shifting the blame to the robbers—how perfect. This wasn't striking at the enemy; it was helping them.

So Li Mochen took only a minute to pack up everything in the vault.

The only exceptions were the drugs. Although Eisenhower was very interested in them, and Li Tailai and the Collinson brothers were also tempted, Li Mochen unhesitatingly fired a few 'Scorching Rays' and burned them all to ashes.

His actions made many present show regret, except for Gene Reddy and Inez Bilton, both military veterans, whose eyes revealed admiration.

Then came the evacuation. Gene and Inez simultaneously used 'Shadow Realm Talismans' to pull everyone, along with the bulging bags, into the Dark World.

Three pre-arranged armored vehicles were already parked there, Norfolk 'Bulls' rented by Li Tailai in Ghost City. In terms of both power and defense, they were only one grade inferior to 'Teutonic Chariots', and also had two machine gun turrets on the roof.

But when Li Mochen and the others entered the Dark World, these three armored vehicles were fiercely exchanging fire with a group of Blood Hand Gang magic-energy professionals.

Obviously, these people had anticipated their plan to escape through the Dark World and had used 'Shadow Realm Talismans' to enter the Dark World and intercept them.

They were fortunate that the three armored vehicles were still intact, indicating the exchange of fire hadn't lasted long. Above the vehicles, the six medium machine guns were continuously spewing fire, pinning all enemies down three hundred meters away.

However, when Li Mochen and the others approached and threw all the bags into the vehicles, they found wounded on all three cars. The worst was the leading vehicle in the wedge formation; a sniper bullet had pierced one man's eye socket, and he had no breath left.

"His name is Xie Pei, originally from Fujian."

Li Tailai's reaction was very calm, only a hint of sorrow flashing deep in his eyes: "A level 7 magic-energy hunter, with a family of old and young."

The personnel responsible for the rendezvous on these three armored vehicles were all from his intelligence team. This was originally a relatively safe assignment, but as it turned out, the only casualties of this operation occurred here.

"Let them drive. Our vehicle will cover the rear."

As he spoke, Li Mochen touched Xie Pei's body. Ten seconds later, he said calmly: "He's lucky. It's just a high-grade armor-piercing freezing bullet. The bullet went through the back of his head and didn't damage the brain."

Li Tailai was momentarily stunned. Did Li Mochen mean his subordinate could still be saved?

Then he saw Li Mochen seemingly inject a stream of source energy into Xie Pei's body. Suddenly, the man's breath returned; as his heart revived, the blood in his body began to flow again, and some color returned to his face.

About a minute later, Xie Pei suddenly let out a wail, then breathed heavily, almost greedily inhaling the air.

"He's alive, but his left eye can't be repaired. When you get back, find a professional to remove his left eye, or it will cause necrosis."

Li Mochen thought to himself that he had indeed neglected his medical skills. He had forgotten to stop the bleeding and pain before the guy woke up.

So he quickly pressed a few acupoints on Xie Pei's head, causing the latter to fall unconscious again.

Li Tailai looked at Li Mochen in a daze: "I didn't expect you, Boss, to know medicine."

"Just a little, but mainly my meditation method inherently has healing abilities close to those of Holy Warriors and Holy Priests."

Li Mochen wasn't lying. As the saying goes, the Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death. And the lords of the Southern and Northern Dippers, the Purple Star Emperor and the Longevity Emperor, naturally have the power to control life and death.

In the future, he only needed to devote a little effort to medicine to become the top healer in this world. Besides, Wenjian Taoran already had some foundation in this area, though not comparable to true medical masters and grandmasters, far surpassing so-called famous doctors in the mortal world.

Although this was also a way to make money and accumulate merit, Li Mochen knew that this world alone had over a dozen grandmaster-level healers in the Church of Light. And across the ocean in Eastern China, there were also several national medical masters. He felt that with his current medical skills, it would be hard to make a name for himself in America.

Unless his cultivation reached its peak in the future, truly gaining the power to control life and death, he couldn't surpass those medical grandmasters.

But if he relied solely on medicine to make money, who knew when he would reach that level?

Once Xie Pei's condition stabilized, Li Mochen turned his attention to the rear.

By now, the three armored off-road vehicles had sped twenty kilometers. Behind them, about thirty or more magic-energy motorcycles were in pursuit.

The Blood Hand Gang reacted very quickly, mobilizing over thirty magic-energy motorcycles capable of high speed in the Dark World near Atlanta's eastern suburbs in such a short time. The riders were quite skilled, and Li Mochen even spotted three Outlaws among them.

But these people dared not approach or cut ahead for now. The six military 'M114 Rapid-Fire Machine Guns' on their roofs wove a dense curtain of death within three hundred meters behind the vehicles.

"Boss, just this won't shake them off!"

Li Tailai also glanced back and frowned: "They'll only get more numerous."

"There's one way: lure them closer and use the machine guns to take them out."

Howard Eisenhower, in the roof turret, suggested: "But it's risky. Their firepower is also strong. Once they get within 300 meters, they can riddle us. Also, I see that guy Aonzo—a level 16 magic-energy berserker. If he gets close, I think he alone could wipe us out. The guns I have now can't do anything to him."

As he spoke, he fired. With almost every shot from Blackflame Butler, a magic-energy motorcycle in the distance fell. But this also drew heavy fire; several automatic rifles sprayed at his position, forcing Eisenhower to duck back inside, as his armor couldn't withstand that level of attack.

While they were discussing, tiny sword blades were sliding down from Li Mochen's sleeve, slipping out through the gap in the rear door, and scattering onto the ground.

When the three armored off-road vehicles had driven another three hundred meters, these hundreds of flying swords instantly rose into the air, each spinning and slashing. Some severed the wheels of passing motorcycles, while others directly attacked the riders, cutting them into several pieces!