From the Abyss of Stars

62. Nomi, the Civilized and Friendly Citizen Who Follows Traffic Rules

 

When the roaring car burst into the tent, its wild power and speed made it clear that any flesh and blood before this 380-horsepower diesel engine was as futile as an ant trying to stop a car.

 

Swish—

 

Zhu Baiya tilted his head, his skull's sides opening cooling fins, his artificial eyes focusing into red dots, and his body twisting bizarrely.

 

Plugin activation—[White Horse Passing Prime]

 

His body erupted with astonishing speed, time seemingly slowed by hundreds of times, and he lightly dodged the car's front, single-handedly lifting the Calamity Armament boy.

 

The next moment, he seemed to teleport to the driver's seat, raising a heavy pistol, aiming at the surprised Nomi, and pulling the trigger.

 

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

 

Bullets shattered the bulletproof glass into a web of cracks. Nomi made a face, sticking out her tongue proudly:

 

"Bleh—"

 

The car's front crashed into the back of the tent, tearing through the curtains. No matter how the White Fang gang shot at her, she simply floored the gas pedal and sped away.

 

"What the hell are you standing around for? Chase her down!"

 

Zhu Baiya cursed, urging his men to drive after her, feeling incredibly frustrated.

 

Of all times, this had to happen during the Cannibal's inspection, undermining his authority. If he appeared weak, how could he negotiate future deals with the Cannibal?

 

As for the girl claiming to be Rose Army... Zhu Baiya didn't doubt it.

 

—As rebels, they probably did have such well-armored vehicles. It wasn't necessarily a lie.

 

If she truly was Rose Army, even more reason not to let her go.

 

If the Rose Army couldn't defeat regular forces, they'd surely target gangs like theirs to make a name, attracting more outer landers to join.

 

"Yaa-hoo! So this is what it feels like to crush with superior gear, feels awesome! Your Grandpa Nomi is outta here, suckers!"

 

Nomi was somewhat exhilarated, bouncing around in the driver's seat.

 

Meanwhile, Yavanna, tied in the back seat, was suffering from the bumpy ride, feeling extremely dizzy despite her training.

 

"Slow... down..." Yavanna was nauseous.

 

"Tsk, tsk, can't handle it?" Nomi sneered.

 

"I didn't fasten my seatbelt—"

 

Before Yavanna finished, Nomi made a sharp turn, crashing into a pursuing White Fang vehicle.

 

Boom!

 

The driver of the other vehicle was clearly unprepared, the headlights shattered, and he struggled to keep the car from flipping.

 

Yavanna was thrown, hitting the car door.

 

"Ugh—" Yavanna groaned, her voice drowned out by Nomi's wild laughter:

 

"Hahahaha! This car's got 380 horsepower, you dare mess with me?!"

 

Nomi gripped the steering wheel tightly. Under the car's desperate armor and horsepower, the White Fang vehicle was forcefully pushed and flipped, one gun-wielding man was thrown out before he could react.

 

Before he could recover from the pain of broken bones, he looked up, the last thing he saw being the blood-stained, mud-covered tires.

 

Splat!

 

Meanwhile, another pickup truck pursued, determined. One man stood in the truck bed, wielding an RPG, aiming at Nomi's car.

 

Whoosh!

 

Nomi didn't hesitate, slamming the brakes, her hands flying, turning off all lights, her left arm pressing the steering wheel to hold it steady.

 

She yanked the handbrake, emergency stopping, while the pursuing pickup's driver still floored the gas.

 

This maneuver instantly put her car behind the pickup.

 

"In ancient air combat, this is called."

 

Yavanna was flung against the rear window, the pain in her head and back making her question the "anti-dizziness training" from her agent days.

 

As the enemy realized and tried to adjust the RPG, Nomi suddenly turned on the high beams.

 

"Wuhu, holy light punishment!"

 

Flash!

 

The blinding light pierced the night. The White Fang robbers, used to the dark, were instantly blinded!

 

Releasing the handbrake, Nomi switched the car to "race mode," floored the gas, the powerful pushback pinning her to the seat. Nomi grinned, showing her sharp teeth, driving straight into the pickup!

 

Boom!

 

The White Fang member in the pickup bed suffered first. The heavily modified Mercedes-Benz AGX911 off-road vehicle was known for its toughness, and with Abyss Humanitarian Aid's modifications, its horsepower and external suspension directly smashed the bumper!

 

"Help, help me!"

 

"Damn, don't squeeze over!"

 

"My leg! I—ugh!"

 

The front wheels climbed into the pickup bed, lifting its front. The lucky ones were thrown off, breaking their spines.

 

The unlucky ones were crushed into pulp by Nomi's car, eyes wide in horror.

 

Splat, splat—

 

The sound of crushing like fruit jam echoed. Nomi tilted her head, usually she'd imagine what jam tasted like.

 

But now, she involuntarily thought of that one-armed girl.

 

'...12 years old.'

 

Li Aozi's words echoed in her ears.

 

Splat!

 

For these scum, Nomi floored the gas without mercy, crushing them without hesitation.

 

"You have hell to go to, but what about those you've tortured?"

 

Amidst the screams and gunfire, Nomi's purple eye was exceptionally clear and serene.

 

The pickup driver, unable to handle the pressure, momentarily eased the gas, and Nomi's car ruthlessly crushed it, rolling over the chassis.

 

Yavanna, thrown forward by the sudden stop, landed in the front seat, her long legs bracing the dashboard. She glared at Nomi:

 

"Buckle up when driving!"

 

"Out here, we have no safety, only die."

 

Nomi was indifferent:

 

"You think you're ready to attack Elf Island with this attitude? Maybe reconsider."

 

Yavanna didn't respond, securing herself and speaking seriously:

 

"Where are you going now? Shouldn't we go back to help Li Aozi?"

 

"No need."

 

"He's your comrade—"

 

"Exactly, that's why I trust him."

 

Nomi glanced at Yavanna, laughing:

 

"You Frost-Plated Republic women are too selfish, never considering others. That guy's confident and capable, so I trust him and drove over."

 

"But he's facing over a hundred people—"

 

Yavanna started, but a loud explosion behind interrupted. She turned to see the White Fang camp ablaze.

 

Meanwhile, she noticed a squad of heavily armed riot police approaching from the dunes.

 

"It's Captain Nimotin... that explosion was military-grade firepower."

 

Yavanna recalled the tracker Li Aozi took from her, realizing:

 

"From the start, he planned to provoke Captain Nimotin against the gang!"