From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597: The Stolen Strength

Ramon, as well as the rest of the thousands of syndicate members that had yet to rush inside the compound, abruptly turned their heads. The entire front line stared at the smoking wreckage in absolute, stunned disbelief.

The , hulking body of Jett—a man that was widely feared across the district as an immovable wall of muscle—had just gone flying backward through the air like a ragdoll. He had crashed violently into the reinforced side door of an armored SUV, completely caving in the heavy steel frame upon impact.

The physical feat that had just occurred was almost as visually impressive as what Ramon had done with the lifted vehicle at the very start of the siege. In a lot of ways, it was actually even more impressive to the seasoned street thugs watching. The Billion Bloodline group hadn’t just fended off a random grunt; they had effortlessly swatted away the Black Hounds’ strongest, most terrifying frontline attacker with a single strike.

Although the hit was incredibly hard and heavy, Jett wasn’t dead. He could still move. Groaning, the giant forcefully pulled his embedded body out from the crumpled car door. He stumbled forward a half-step and started to cough violently. When he pulled his hand away from his mouth, small, dark specks of blood could clearly be seen pooling in the broad palm of his hand. Internal bleeding.

"Crap... that was quite the punch," Jett wheezed, wiping a streak of blood from his chin as he glared back toward the courtyard. "I knew that Red Jacket punk had some weird power, but absolutely not like this. That impact was fundamentally different from all of the times before."

Hearing Jett’s assessment, Ramon narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the person standing in the breach. Jett had gone up against the elite fighters of the Billion Bloodline group before, alongside Darius. If there was a person organically this skilled and physically devastating in their ranks, the Black Hounds would have surely mentioned it to him during their tactical briefings.

On closer inspection, through the settling dust, that’s when Ramon finally saw it. As Stephen stood back up straight, resetting his fighting stance, the red fabric of his jacket shifted. For a split second, the polished metal and hydraulic servos gleaming beneath his sleeve were exposed to the security lights.

"Those bastards... those absolute bastards!" Ramon suddenly shouted, his face contorting with a mixture of profound outrage and bruised ego. "They’re using my stolen exoskeleton! They’re actively using it against my own men! Those filthy thieves are so incredibly shameless that they are using the exact technology I personally made!"

Hearing Ramon’s furious outburst, it all finally clicked in Jett’s concussed head. He understood now. This Red Jacket was indeed an incredibly fast fighter, but in their previous encounters, it almost felt like the kid hardly had any raw physical strength at all, or was strangely holding back for some reason.

Jett vividly remembered the sound of the kid’s frail bones breaking against his fists in the past. But right now, with the mechanical exoskeleton equipped, Stephen wasn’t just using the raw, hydraulic power of the stolen machine. He was perfectly compounding that mechanical force along with his own supernatural, high-speed traits to create a devastating kinetic payload.

"Do absolutely everything in your power to rip that machinery directly from his dead body!" Ramon barked, pointing a furious, metal-clad finger at Stephen.

Jett wasted no time. He moved a little slow at first, rolling his thick shoulders as he was trying to assess exactly how much structural pain his body was currently in. But despite the cracked ribs, he was fully ready to go in again. He was ready to fight Stephen to the death, now completely aware that he needed to look out for a few lethal, mechanical tricks.

Standing amidst the groaning bodies of the vanguard, Stephen desperately wanted to smile at the tense situation that had just played out. He had successfully, significantly hurt Jett.

’Things are so different now. Things are completely different compared to before when we were just street kids,’ Stephen thought, his heart pounding a steady rhythm in his chest. ’There are a lot of good people relying on me to hold this line today. And I promised myself I would do absolutely everything I need to do to protect them!’

Stephen was completely ready. When he saw Jett advancing toward him again like an angry grizzly bear, he activated his Vow and charged forward, a blur of red fabric. He threw his mechanical hand out in a devastating straight punch aimed right at the giant’s face.

CLANG!

When the heavy strike landed, a deafening, metallic ringing sound echoed across the courtyard, sending sparks flying into the night air.

Looking up in shock, Stephen could see that Jett hadn’t just stood there to take the hit. Using his crazy, inhuman grip and raw strength, Jett had literally ripped the heavy, crumpled car door entirely off its reinforced hinges. He was now gripping the twisted metal frame, using the entire vehicle door as a makeshift, heavy-duty riot shield to perfectly block the mechanical attack.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify