Only children choose to run away. Leon, however, chose to face danger head-on!
He had a gun. Why not use it to detonate the mines?
When Jilong was laying down those explosives, it never crossed his mind that Leon's car could be armed with a Gatling turret. Even after Wadia was gunned down earlier, Jilong hadn't realized the kill shot came from a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun.
Now, sitting back smugly, puffing on a cigarette, waiting for news of Leon's "inevitable death," he was about to be sorely disappointed.
Ahead, the mountain road bent sharply. Leon flicked the steering wheel. The Diomas 330's tires screeched as rubber ground into asphalt, raising plumes of gray smoke and leaving black scorch marks across the road surface.
The sports car drifted in one fluid motion—violent yet elegant. The black tire trails ripped across the pavement, jagged and fierce, but the curve was executed so smoothly that it looked like a perfect brushstroke.
No clunky resistance, no awkwardness like ordinary sports cars. Just pure mastery.
The Diomas flashed through the curve like lightning—by the time it was gone, the wind itself lagged a second behind, sweeping up sand, trash, and even uprooting roadside weeds. The ground itself seemed to peel away.
Speed so terrifying, even the wind couldn't keep up. What else in the world could stop it?
"Minefield locked ahead. One kilometer stretch, nearly ten thousand explosives detected. Recommend immediate action."
The car's windshield flickered, turning into a heads-up display, overlaying a dense swarm of red dots across the road. Each dot marked a live mine.
Elena, in the back seat, went pale. "My God… not just the road—there are bombs packed into the mountain walls too!"
This wasn't just a trap; it was a massacre zone. Touch one mine, and the whole field would chain-detonate.
Not even tanks or APCs would make it through alive.
"Despicable!!" Elena hissed through clenched teeth. "Eteon will stop at nothing! Rockets, barricades, now a minefield! They're throwing military hardware at us like toys!"
Leon chuckled, voice steady. "Heh… buckle up. Time to fire."
The Vulcan cannon roared to life. Its terrifying rate of fire — up to 6,000 rounds per minute — turned everything ahead into Swiss cheese. Eight barrels spun at once, spitting tongues of fire.
There was no need to aim carefully. At this speed, sheer volume guaranteed results.
BOOM!
The earth-shaking blast ripped across the canyon, setting off the first wave of mines.
A split-second later, the entire minefield chain-reacted.
The shockwave thundered outward, churning up a storm of dust and debris. The ground trembled violently as though a dragon had awakened beneath the desert. Gravel and sand hammered against the car's reinforced windows like hail, threatening to shatter even military-grade glass.
Elena and Hattie screamed, curling up in their seats, hands clamped over their ears, eyes squeezed shut. They were sure the car would be blown sky-high.
But Leon sat calmly, both hands gripping the wheel, eyes fixed forward, reading the chaos like a conductor leading an orchestra.
Before them, a towering wall of sand and debris, hundreds of meters high, rose into the air and hung like an inverted waterfall. It blotted out the sky, majestic and terrifying.
Leon tilted his head back, staring up at the earthen curtain. Against that colossal spectacle, he was but an ant—yet his heart surged with adrenaline. His chest heaved, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly alive.
"CHARGE!!!" he roared.
He floored the accelerator, unleashed the nitrous, and the Diomas spat eight blazing blue flames from its exhausts.
The engine howled like a beast breaking free of chains, and the car plunged headlong into the storm.
Inside the dust cloud, visibility went to zero—until the HUD switched to ultrasonic imaging mode.
The gray chaos dissolved, replaced with sharp outlines glowing white. Every rock, every contour of the road was rendered in perfect clarity. The Diomas didn't need eyes; it could "see" through the storm.
But the minefield had triggered a landslide.
The mountain walls collapsed, and boulders the size of houses rained down like meteors from heaven. The canyon looked like the end of the world itself.
To any other driver, this was certain death.
But Leon?
He slammed the gear, shouted, "MORE SPEED!!" and the car surged forward like a bullet.
As the avalanche rained down, the Diomas launched upward, nose lifting skyward, blue flames trailing like a comet.
For a breathtaking moment, it looked as though the tiny car had leapt straight into the heavens.
And then—it landed on one of the massive falling boulders.
Instead of being crushed, Leon used the boulders as stepping stones.
"No road? Then I'll make one!!"
The Diomas raced across the tumbling rockfall, bouncing from one slab to another, defying every law of physics.
Meanwhile, miles away, Eteon's henchmen watched from their surveillance point.
When the minefield detonated, they cheered wildly, high-fiving and laughing.
"YES!! Finally nailed him!!"
"Jilong's a genius! Nobody survives that!"
"Ten thousand mines, boom! Not even tanks could walk away from that!"
Through the rising dust cloud, they could still see the smoke column reaching into the sky. Their confidence was absolute.
"Dead for sure! The shockwave alone flattened the canyon—no way he's alive!"
"Hahaha, get ready to cash in boys. We're rich!"
One of them even grabbed the radio: "Boss, good news! The minefield went off. It was beautiful—massive collapse, five-hundred-meter dust plume. Leon's toast."
Jilong exhaled in relief, watching the distant smoke. Yes. Nobody could have survived that.
But then—
A thunderous engine roar echoed from within the dust storm.
Something was coming out.
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