# 620
**Chapter 620: Wood · Firepower Fortress · Gang Terminator · Adorable Little Cutie · Wood**
A rocket trailing a long tail of flame carved an elegant arc through the air and slammed into the lead car.
**BOOM—!!!**
A violent fireball erupted. The rolling heat and shockwave flipped the two vehicles beside it. Thick smoke rose above the bridge; flames roared inside the cars, turning them into burning wrecks blocking the road.
Lin Qiye, standing at the edge of the bridge playing “red-light-green-light” with that mysterious gaze, curled his lips in a faint smile.
Looks like he guessed right this time.
Unlike Hongyan’s Black Pupil—a “mystery” confined to the Asylum—Mumu wasn’t a native mystery of this world. He was a creature summoned from another dimension. In terms of life-form, he differed from the caretakers; his power didn’t come from a Forbidden Ruin.
In other words, even if Mumu went all-out here, that mysterious gaze wouldn’t lock onto him—his energy simply wasn’t on the enemy’s radar.
Mumu was immune to this place’s rules!
Which also meant the primordial tree-demon could dodge the gaze and unleash its full strength here…
Dimensional summoning was the true king’s path!
Praise the God of Magic!
Praise Merlin!
The gang cars tailing the first were startled by the sudden blast, but at their speed braking was impossible; they could only floor the accelerator and ram the mummy ahead!
“Grab weapons! Waste that thing!” one gangster shouted.
Sunroofs popped open; gun-toting thugs rose like jack-in-the-boxes, snarling as they pulled triggers. Muzzles flashed, bullets swarming toward Mumu.
Yet the rounds struck Mumu as if hitting steel—sparking, ricocheting, leaving no damage.
Mumu tilted his head. His body ballooned like a rubber toy; bandages unfurled, gun barrels extending from within—sub-machine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, flamethrowers, grenade launchers…
In seconds he became a three-metre-tall firepower fortress!
Every gangster’s jaw dropped; eyeballs nearly rolled onto the asphalt.
What the hell was this thing?!!!
Not only them—the taxi driver who’d just passed Mumu, and Yuzuri Nana in the back seat, were equally slack-jawed.
The driver, glimpsing the colossal war-mummy in his rear-view mirror, rubbed his eyes hard, even slapped himself. After confirming he wasn’t dreaming, he sucked in a sharp breath.
Damn… the world’s gone mad!
He floored the pedal, speed limits forgotten; only one thought remained—get the hell out of here!
Yuzuri Nana knelt on the rear seat, staring at the chaos behind, worry flickering in her eyes.
Big Brother Qiye’s alone against so many—will he be okay?
…
**RATATATATATATA—!!!**
Gun barrels blazed; bullets poured like a flood. Mumu was a walking armoury spitting every firearm the thugs had ever seen—or hadn’t.
Bullets swept the entire bridge. Gangsters standing through sunroofs were cut down almost instantly; fuel tanks ruptured, cars exploding into burning scrap.
“Die, you bastard!!”
One car burst through the barrage; the driver, ducked low and lucky, rammed the accelerator, slamming into the fortress!
**CRASH—!!!**
The vehicle crumpled against Mumu like cardboard against a steel bunker, compacted by its own momentum, then blew apart!
A few scorch marks appeared on Mumu���s bandages but healed instantly. He gazed down at the fireball, puzzled—where did this tiny thing get the guts to hit him?
It’d need Optimus Prime at least.
“Mumu, enough. You’re about to wipe them all out,” Lin Qiye’s voice echoed.
Instantly every barrel fell silent; white smoke drifted from the muzzles. The giant form deflated like a punctured balloon, shrinking in a blink to plush-toy size.
He turned, arms wide, excitedly asking the approaching Lin Qiye for a hug.
Lin Qiye chuckled helplessly, scooped him up, ruffled his head, then set him down again.
“Wait till I finish the main job.”
Mumu pouted, sighing at the perfunctory treatment.
Black case in both hands, Lin Qiye glanced calmly at the fiery bridge. Most vehicles were scrap, occupants dead, but a few had merely blown tires and crashed into the railing; their occupants still breathed.
They clambered out, machetes and pistols trembling in hands, eyes wide with terror at the mummy.
“Mr. Ike, save us!” One thug crouched behind a wheel, barking into a walkie-talkie. “A monster appeared—guns all over its body! The tailing brothers are wiped out!”
“A monster?” The man on the radio sounded surprised. “The Magatsu Blade master?”
“Looks like it,” the thug hesitated. “There’s a guy with it—the kid who jumped from the cab earlier. Maybe he’s the blade-master.”
A human leading a monster?
On the other end, Mr. Ike pondered.
Sounded like a Magatsu Blade master with his blade-spirit annihilating a convoy—yet none of the Nine Magatsu Blades wielded firearms.
“Hold on. I’ll ask the patriarch to act.” The line went dead.
The thug stowed the radio, clenched his teeth, stood, and flicked off his pistol’s safety—aiming at Lin Qiye he pulled the trigger!
**BANG!**
Lin Qiye tilted his head; the bullet sailed past. His gaze drifted to the shooter.
His fingers tapped the black cases.
Two Straight Blades ejected with a soft click!