The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

However, after waiting a long time, there was no sound from the earpiece.

“This…”

Troy Milton was stunned.

No response?

With several gunmen, and not all in one place, surely they couldn’t all have been killed by Barry Wolfe, right?

He was clearly shot many times, could he still have such strength?

Impossible.

Troy Milton quickly dismissed the thought, took out the walkie-talkie, checked it carefully, saw no issues, and asked again on the radio.

However, the result was still the same, not a whisper in the channel.

As Troy Milton was puzzled, a figure suddenly appeared ahead, staggering as if wounded.

Troy Milton took a closer look and his face immediately darkened: “Barry Wolfe, your life is really big; to be shot that many times and not die?”

Greg Jensen didn’t respond, instead, he stopped not far away, looked at Troy Milton, and said, “The bomb in the car, was it you who planted it?”

“Does it still matter?”

Troy Milton smirked: “You should think about how you’re going to survive.”

With that, he clapped his hands forcefully twice.

Rustle!

After the sound of rustling leaves, seven or eight people suddenly jumped out from all around, encircling Greg Jensen.

Looking around, all these people turned out to be Martial Way masters at Complete Dark Power, each one with an extraordinary aura, their eyes filled with mockery and contempt.

In their eyes, even if Greg Jensen hadn’t died, he must have been seriously injured.

And after being shot so many times and going through a fight, how much strength could he possibly have left?

Troy Milton stared intently at Greg Jensen, seeing him gasp for breath, a smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said:

“Gentlemen, he’s at the end of his strength, go and finish him off!”

Duncan Kong glanced at the two beside him and said, “You go first, I’ll cover you from behind!”

“Alright then, leave it to me, Master Duncan!”

Duncan Kong chuckled, his body suddenly shot forward, and he threw a throwing knife at Greg Jensen’s face.

His action was extremely fast, so fast that Greg Jensen saw only an afterimage before the throwing knife was in front of him.

However, he wasn’t the least bit flustered; instead, he simply reached out with two fingers and effortlessly caught the throwing knife.

At the same time, Alexander Lewis moved as well.

Alexander Lewis’s signature technique was the Iron Sand Palm, which he later complemented with a set of Eight Forms Palm obtained from elsewhere.

Combining both, he managed to balance external and internal cultivation, and while his palm technique was remarkable, he had also entered the ranks of first-class movement technique masters.

He took several steps to reach Greg Jensen and aimed one palm at his chest, while his other hand shot through Greg Jensen’s defensive posture, striking at his lower jaw.

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Almost at the same time, several other Martial Way masters also charged forward, each executing their martial arts techniques toward Greg Jensen.

Greg Jensen, appearing as if his strength was exhausted, not only failed to mount an effective response but instead staggered, as if about to fall.

At this critical moment, three throwing knives formed a trident shape, sealing off all his avenues of retreat.

It’s not just that Barry Wolfe was already exhausted, even at his peak, he might not have been able to evade so many attacks.

Seeing this scene, a cold smile could not help but creep onto the corner of Troy Milton’s lips.

But the next second, his smile abruptly froze.

Because Greg Jensen had suddenly disappeared!

All attacks struck thin air.

Then, without giving everyone a chance to react, screams suddenly pierced the air.

A half-step Grandmaster clutched at his neck and fell to the ground, blood spurting from between his fingers like a gushing fountain.

“Be careful, he can still counterattack!” Trent Preston couldn’t help but shout a warning.

Duncan Kong’s brow furrowed, his eyes filled with a semblance of doubt.

He didn’t know if the others had seen Greg Jensen’s movements, but he had seen them clearly.

In the instant that everyone’s attacks landed, Greg Jensen’s body, like a fallen leaf, took on an extremely awkward pose and twisted his waist to jump out of the fray through a gap in the assaults, circling behind the half-step Grandmaster.

Afterwards, Greg Jensen’s right hand had passed across the man’s neck.

It was Greg Jensen’s movement jumping out of the fray that caught his attention.

He tried to imagine, in that situation, how one could jump out of the fray as easily as Greg Jensen did.

No answer!

If surrounded by attackers, one could only escape other attacks by getting injured in the process.

Duncan Kong slowly dispelled the disdain in his heart, and a look of solemnity rose in his eyes.

Barry Wolfe was a formidable opponent!

The fight continued, and screams kept coming incessantly.

Contrary to what people thought, those who fell first were the half-step Grandmasters, and yet Barry Wolfe still looked half-dead.

Duncan Kong’s brow wrinkled tighter, filled with confusion.

He felt that Barry Wolfe’s movement to evade the attacks must be some kind of lightweight cultivation technique, and it surely consumed a lot of physical strength and True Qi.

But Barry Wolfe was clearly seriously injured, so why did he keep using that movement technique?

Could it be that he was not injured at all?

At this thought, Duncan Kong shook his head.

Impossible!

With so many automatic rifles, even if it were him, he would probably be seriously injured—how could Barry Wolfe escape unscathed?

On the other side, seeing one half-step Grandmaster after another go down, Trent Preston was completely stunned and exclaimed in shock,

“Barry Wolfe… wasn’t he seriously injured?”

Simon Cooper’s brow was furrowed as he seemed lost in thought.

Troy Milton was also in utter shock; he hadn’t expected Barry Wolfe to still have the strength to fight.

However, he quickly recovered and turned to Duncan Kong, speaking respectfully, “Grandmaster Duncan, please take action and finish him off.”

At this moment, the screams abruptly stopped.

Greg Jensen’s body was covered with blood, it was unclear whether it was his own or someone else’s, but at that moment, he looked like a wild beast, with bloodshot eyes fiercely staring down Troy Milton.

“I’m asking you, was it you who planted the bomb!”

Before his words fell, Greg Jensen suddenly turned his head, just as a figure abruptly appeared, lunging toward him.

Before the person drew close, two glints of cold light were already flipping out of his hands.

The figure moved with incredible speed, and also used a special method to shield perception, so much so that by the time Greg Jensen detected him, he had already reached close proximity.

The man was like a venomous snake, with cold, calculating eyes, skillfully delivering the daggers in his hands at an extremely tricky angle.

Soundlessly and effortlessly, like the elusive antelope hanging its horn, leaving no trace behind.