It really wasn't easy to kill Wade, but it wasn't hard to just restrict or trap him.

Wade had been kept under restraints by Francis for many days after he obtained his immortal body. In the end, he found an opportunity to blow up the laboratory before he escaped.

Francis's laboratory could only be considered an underground workshop at most. The alloy and leather restraints were sturdy but not top-quality, yet Wade had still needed to rely on a ploy in order to escape.

These people were clearly more professional and had better equipment.

Wade didn't think he had a chance to escape if he was caught and tossed into a more secure lock-up, and Vanessa would fall into their hands.

At that time, he would be cautious, but the other party could do whatever they wanted.

Thinking that, Wade moved faster. His already crude technique became even rougher as he directly made the injuries bigger and stuck three fingers inside.

Using this insane method, he swiftly took out seven to eight bullets, and half of the effect of the sedative disappeared.

Although the paralysis was still bad, it stopped spreading so rapidly.

Just then, Wade suddenly patted Vanessa, who was helping to treat his wounds, and gestured for her to move away.

Knowing that she would only be a burden if she was by his side, Vanessa decisively hid in the kitchen.

She had just stepped inside, when there was a loud bang at the door.

A hole was created in the door, which had been hastily blocked with a chair and a coat rack. Then, a hand quickly reached through the hole and tried to push aside the chair and the coat rack.

With his left hand still digging out bullets from his stomach, Wade looked at the silver table knife next to him and smiled happily.

He hadn't brought any weapons with him when he came to the concert with his wife tonight. He had had to protect Vanessa when he ran, so he hadn't even had a chance to look for a weapon.

Now… You brought me a knife when I need to kill someone. Thank you, my wife, for being so considerate!

Thinking that, he grabbed the table knife with his free right hand.

Swoosh!

"Ah!"

The table knife shot through the broken door and embedded itself completely in the man's shoulder.

This unlucky b*stard couldn't fight back, and his arm was now crippled.

"Oh, yeah!" Wade was ecstatic. He took out another bullet with his left hand and threw it away, not forgetting to pick up another table knife with his right hand.

The man who had been hit in the shoulder yelled and retreated. Some light shone through the hole.

Then, the light suddenly changed, and Wade threw the table knife again without hesitation.

Puchi!

Outside the door, a soldier who had been leaning on the side and had just turned to open fire through the hole took the knife in his nose.

Bang! Bang!

His helmet hit the wall, and the man collapsed before he could scream.

The soldiers outside the door were as calm as ever.

They had captured a lot of ruthless and troublesome opponents, and it wasn't uncommon for teammates to die.

The captain hiding next to the door made two hand gestures and retreated. Two team members came forward and hid on either side of the door. They traded a simple look, and while one of them didn't move, the other raised the submachine gun he was holding and opened fire.

"F*ck!" Wade said, "If you have the guts, come and fight me one-on-one. Ouch…"

He looked down helplessly at his left hand.

He had just taken out another bullet, but was shot right away. There was another bullet hole next to the first bullet hole!

It was a spot-on hit. His luck was definitely in the gutter tonight.

What was even more unfortunate was that his fingers had been injured, which affected his movements.

Wade could only switch to digging out the bullets with his right hand, but thanks to the injury, his aim with his left hand dropped significantly. The combat soldiers outside took turns stretching out their hands to open fire. They didn't get hit with the knives, but the knife tips sticking out of the surface of the door looked a little scary.

In fact, in addition to opening fire to distract Wade, a pinhole camera had also been sent in through the crack under the door.

After they confirmed Wade's position, the chances of him being shot would increase significantly.

"Catch." There was a low cry on Wade's side, and a round shadow flew over.

Wade looked over and felt his vision go dark.

Duang!

He collapsed.

Vanessa, who had just thrown out the "weapon" from the kitchen, was also stunned. "Why did you use your face to receive it? I thought you would use your hands."

Thankfully, a certain person was a natural at taking a beating. He got up less than two seconds later and leaned against the wall.

As he picked up the "weapon" that had just hit him in the face, Wade looked at Vanessa in confusion. "Why did you throw me this?"

Vanessa gestured at his chest. "To block the bullets."

Wade: "…Honey, this is just a frying pan, not a bulletproof vest… Hm, right, throw me a few more."

As he spoke, he stretched out the frying pan so that it was one meter in front of his chest.

It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't scared of shrapnel, but of the sedative that the bullets would continue to release in his body.

Thus, the frying pan didn't need to be as sturdy as a bulletproof vest; all it needed to do was wreck the bullets.

Wade was overjoyed.

It was useful! Although the frying pan got a few more holes in it and wouldn't be able to hold them off for long, he could at least dig out a few more bullets.

In any case, he wasn't good at throwing knives with his left hand, so he could use the pan to defend himself.

But the captain noticed Wade's "frying pan armor" via the pinhole camera, and decisively gave an order.

A team member at the door pulled the safety pin of a stun grenade and threw it into the hole.

Wade was feeling happy, when he saw a familiar tin can fly in.

If it were any other time, he would've kicked it out and let it go back the way it came, but now, not only was he sitting on the ground, he was also paralyzed.

Without thinking, he waved his left hand, and the frying pan flew out to meet the can in midair.

The can wasn't nearly as heavy as the frying pan, and the moment the two came into contact, it was sent flying in a peculiar trajectory before shooting back out of the hole.

The soldiers outside who were waiting for a loud noise suddenly saw a small shadow fly out of the hole and hit the wall opposite with a clang before bouncing to the floor.

Everybody subconsciously looked over and exclaimed in shock.

"WTF?"

"F*ck!"

"Sh*t!"

Numerous shouts rang out.

But the moment they cursed, the stun grenade exploded with a deafening bang, radiating intense white light.

Their goggles automatically filtered the strong light to protect their eyes.

However, the intense explosion in the narrow passage was too powerful.

Everybody blanked out for a few seconds, before they felt dizzy and nauseated.