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Chapter 29: New York is the boss

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and suddenly rushed into the nose, causing Ethan and Tony to cough subconsciously. Looking up, Geralt's armored figure appeared again in the thick smoke and dust.

The amber animal eyes looked at Tony and the others. Although he did not speak, he had been fighting against thugs and monsters for many years. The spirit from the inside out could be easily felt even without too many words.

Feeling the pressure, Ethan was too scared to speak. He looked at Tony tremblingly, stretched out his hand and pushed him, as if saying, "Tony, say something."

Tony was not stage frightened. After a brief panic, he quickly regained his composure, looked at Geralt in front of him, touched his hair, and said coquettishly, "Hey, handsome guy, how are you?"

"……Hello."

Tony did not feel dissatisfied after hearing Geralt's cold response, but rather a little excited.

Being willing to respond to me at least means that he is not an enemy. And judging from the skills this guy just showed, if he is willing to help me, then I can completely -

While Tony was still thinking, Geralt said, "You just mentioned New York, right?"

Hearing this, Tony was stunned for a moment, but he quickly remembered what he had just said, "If it's on Broadway in New York", and then nodded and said hesitantly: "Yes... uh, are you unhappy? Or do you hate Broadway? I apologize to you and promise to wait for me to return to New York..."

Before Tony could finish his words, Geralt said, "I need to go to New York to find someone. Do you know the way?"

"That's something I must know! I'm an old New Yorker!"

Tony's eyes lit up when he heard Geralt's request, and then he said excitedly: "But you have to help me first! I can take you to New York only after I get out of this predicament! I'm not threatening you, but as you can see, I'm just a prisoner, and those terrorists outside won't let us leave here easily!"

As he spoke, Tony pointed to the iron can armor at the back which had been forged but whose engine had not yet been activated and assembled.

After hearing Tony's request, Geralt nodded thoughtfully.

He didn't doubt Tony's words. After all, judging from the contact just now, the people in this world were obviously very rude... Especially those weapons that were like "crossbows". If he hadn't been sensitive and prepared to dodge in advance, he would probably have been shot into a sieve on the spot!

As expected, no matter which world it is, it is not the weapons that cause the tragedy, but the people who use them...

Thinking in his heart, Geralt's ears twitched a few times, and then he looked towards the direction of the door and said: "I will help you, but you can't lie to me. You have to take me to New York. There are people outside. What do you need me to do?"

"Help me hold it for a while!"

After hearing Geralt's answer, Tony said excitedly:
"Ten... no, it will only take five minutes! Ethan! Go activate the engine, and I'll assemble the armor!"

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Five minutes was not a long time, but it was also short. Looking at the two people who were hurriedly assembling their battle suits, Geralt nodded.

Although it was just a glimpse, Geralt was able to determine the personalities of the two men. The guy named Tony looked a little unreliable, but he was bold and careful. Even in such an emergency, his assembly movements were still precise and fast.

In contrast, Ethan obviously didn't have much experience. Even though it was just a simple matter like activating the engine, he was still a little flustered. Including the conversation between the two, it was obvious that the guy named Tony was the leader.

Identity, status, knowledge, reputation...Geralt glanced at the two and nodded thoughtfully. After sorting out the relationship between the two, Geralt did not hesitate too much, but drew his steel sword again and turned to walk towards the door.

The number of enemies is not large, because the cave entrance is only this big. Even if there are many people outside, only about twenty people can enter the cave.

Thinking of this, Geralt also made a sword flower - to be honest, Geralt didn't want to try to fight so many people at the same time. In addition to the unknown "crossbow" in the opponent's hand, he also didn't bring many props with him.

He had not yet officially joined the team. Although he had completed the journey, Geralt did not have a system space. And until he completed the journey, many of his weapons and trophies were still on Carrot.

However, judging from the experience just now, the people in this world are extremely dependent on the crossbows in their hands, and their knowledge of close combat is limited to swinging knives around.

In other words, as long as you can break into the opponent's formation in a short period of time, you can secure victory.

As he thought about it, Geralt's amber eyes began to expand, and the aura around him was released. Thanks to the witcher's extraordinary senses, he was able to clearly see and notice details that ordinary people could not notice.

On the other side, hearing the sound coming from the cave, terrorists rushed into the cave in groups of three or five, holding guns in their hands.

There was a little bit of vigilance in their eyes, but more of it was undisguised arrogance. In their opinion, even if Tony Stark could destroy the cave, it would be absolutely impossible for him to escape from here.

After entering the cave and seeing the still tightly closed iron door, a hint of contempt appeared in their eyes.

Just when the leader wanted to ask something loudly, a guy who looked like a small leader pointed at the wall and said, "Boss! The wall over there has been blown up! They want to escape!"

Hearing this, the leader's eyes turned cold and fierce. He raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger. With flames spurting out, the leader said quickly and indifferently: "Search! They must not have run far now. Catch them immediately--"

Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed in the corner.

It was not a steel sword, but a sharp flying knife.

In Geralt's hand, the flying knife seemed to have eyes, and it hit the leader's forehead quickly and accurately.

The steel throwing knife was given powerful kinetic energy when thrown with full force. Although it was not a bullet, it still penetrated into the leader's forehead at the moment of impact.

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A flash of blood splashed, and the leader fell to the ground with his head raised. Because it happened too suddenly, the terrorists around him panicked and subconsciously surrounded the leader. But then, a round object fell at their feet and exploded into thick smoke.

There were some toxic ingredients in the gray smoke. The moment it touched the skin, it itched, and his eyes turned red and tears rolled down uncontrollably. In fact, Geralt originally planned to use a bomb. But how to say it? There were still many people outside the cave, and there seemed to be some flammable and explosive things in the cave. For conservative considerations, Geralt chose a slightly slower method.

Without pausing, Geralt quickly rushed towards the crowd from a dark corner the moment the smoke swept through. He didn't care about the poisonous fog.

Long-term contact with these poisonous mist bombs from the Griffin School will cause swelling and numbness all over the body, and cause blindness, confusion and many other negative effects. But this is only for ordinary people. The reason why demon hunters are demon hunters, in addition to their strong physical fitness, is their unimaginable resistance to poison.

Especially when hunting large monsters, demon hunters often take alchemical drugs that would kill ordinary people if they came into contact with them, in order to strengthen themselves.

However, there is no need to use precious alchemical potions to deal with these petty thieves...

After all, Carrot is not around, and he only has a few bottles of potion on him. When they are used up, God knows how the world will replenish them.

While thinking, Geralt's movements did not pause or hesitate at all, his muscles were tense. These terrorists who were only wearing thin clothes or even naked from the waist up were like pork on a chopping board in front of the sharp steel swords. Often, they would only see a flash of silver light, and the next moment their heads and bodies would be separated.

Without deliberately seeking blood, Geralt's heavy steel sword continued to cut through the poisonous fog. With a vaguely visible trajectory, when the smoke dissipated, all the more than 20 people who entered the cave were dead.

Beheading, piercing the heart, slitting the throat, and even beheading... Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Geralt took a deep breath.

He was not a bloodthirsty person, but how could he put it? Geralt could feel their determination to kill him... no, it wasn't even a determination.

For this group of armed thugs, killing a person does not require any determination, they just kill because they want to...

Such people have no respect for life. Any discussion, conversation, or compromise when communicating with them is unnecessary because they don't care at all.

Thinking of this, Geralt glanced at the entrance of the cave, then concentrated his energy and waved his hand forward. Dense mental power instantly enveloped the area in front of him, and formed several glowing runes around it - the seal of Arden.

A simple magic trap, although it does not have particularly strong destructive power, it can seriously hinder people's actions - of course, this lack of particularly strong destructive power is also relative.

Just after the release, several terrorists who had heard the news were restrained and unable to move. At first, their bodies just became heavy and their movements slowed down. But then, the runes at the corners began to emit electric rays to shock them.

Electric current entered their bodies, and accompanied by screams, several terrorists who had rushed in fell to the ground on the spot, their eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and trembling violently.

After seeing this strange scene, the other terrorists around did not dare to act rashly. They called on their buddies to send a few prisoners over to scout the way, while they stood there with guns in their hands and a look of alert on their faces.

Geralt didn't pay much attention to this, but turned around and asked:
"Have you finished assembling your armor?"

"All right!"

Hearing Geralt's question, Tony's excited voice came from the room. Then, wearing armor like an iron can, Tony rushed forward and broke open the closed iron door!
"Hey! Brother!, look at my current condition?!"

Tony's voice was like a child who had been given a big toy. Geralt raised his eyebrows at this. How should I put it? He didn't hate Tony, because he didn't feel the same hostility from Tony as those armed thugs.

It should be said that this guy named Tony is a good person. However, when a good person appears in this environment, it will give people the illusion that a husky has appeared in a wolf pack...

Thinking about it, Geralt said calmly: "It looks good. It would be better if it could be more practical."

"That's a must! Ethan! Do you still remember the retreat route?"

"There's no route! Let's just run!"

On the side, picking up an AK47 on the ground, Ethan looked around tremblingly and said, "As long as we get to an open area, we can send out a distress signal!"

Hearing this, Tony nodded and said, "Okay! The plan is set! Ethan, follow me. And... uh, what's your name?"

"Geralt."

"You're following me too!"

After hearing Tony's words, Geralt nodded. It wasn't that he wanted to follow Tony, but he was sure that Tony was at least not a bad person. In other words, he respected life.

Thinking about it, just when Geralt was about to say something, he felt something, and his eyes suddenly widened, and his animal pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip at this moment. Without saying anything, he turned back suddenly, holding the sword with both hands and slashing violently - Ding! !
It was not a roar, but a splash of fire, followed by two clouds of dust rising behind Tony and the others.

After seeing this scene, although he was not sure, Tony said in disbelief: "This...you...you split the bullet?"

"Bullets? Are you referring to the things shot out from the crossbow?" Thinking in his heart, Geralt quickly put his hands in front of him. He released his mental power and instantly formed a translucent mental shield in front of him - the seal Quinn.

A literal shield, literal protection from damage.

With a few gunshots, several bullets hit the telekinetic shield, and then all the kinetic energy was quickly devoured. But at the same time, in order to digest this kinetic energy, Geralt could feel his energy rapidly declining just to maintain the Quen shield.

Fortunately, they were all small-caliber rifle bullets, so the loss of energy was still within the range that Geralt could bear.

It’s a pity that there are not many alchemical potions around, otherwise, I might be able to force my way out.

Thinking about this, Geralt quickly came to Tony's side and said, "Go west, there are fewer people there! Move quickly, some people on the periphery are also starting to gather here!"

(End of this chapter)