My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 106

No one saw how Ray produced the water gun, but that didn’t matter. He had already “fired.”

Streams of water pellets shot out.

“Ah-!”

No matter how professional the four bodyguards were, how could they dodge water pellets?

And these weren’t ordinary water pellets. They were made from melted hail–pure and unaltered, loaded with deadly toxins.

The instant the water splashed onto their skin, the pain was beyond what even the most seasoned bodyguards could endure. They collapsed to the ground, rolling and screaming in agony.

“Anyone else?” Ray asked calmly.

He held the water gun in one hand and gripped the beautiful young woman’s arm with the other. No matter how she struggled, it was useless–the gap in strength was far too great.

Bruce stared in shock.

Those four bodyguards were professionals, yet Ray had taken them down with nothing more than a water gun.

How was he supposed to believe this?

What now? If even trained bodyguards were reduced to this state, how could he expect a mob of rabble to turn the tide? It was impossible.

A mob can win when the wind is at its back. In a losing battle? All they do is drag you down.

Bruce clenched his teeth, but forced his expression to remain calm. “You’ve got my woman now. Where’s the food?”

This way, he could at least

It was the best dignis Save some face–pretend he hadn’t been outplayed, that he was merely completing a transaction.

he could salvage.

Ray laughed loudly, then his head and asked, “What’s your name?”

The woman bit her lips before finally answering, “Lola Spencer.”

“I see,” Ray said lightly. “Bruce has already given you up. How does that make you feel?”

That simple question struck straight at the heart.

Lola shot him a glare filled with hatred and resentment. If looks could kill, Ray would have died countless times already.

Ray ignored her. Holding onto Lola, he retreated into the villa.

The door closed automatically, sealing shut without the slightest gap. Even the hole in the wall vanished, as if it had never

existed.

So any thought of forcing Ray out–by fire, flooding, or smoke–was nothing but a delusion.

Bruce’s hands curled into tight fists. He wished Ray were standing right in front of him so he could beat him senseless, but that was destined to remain a fantasy.

Still, the encounter had given him an idea.

Weapons were everywhere outside.

Toxic hail didn’t even need to melt–just brushing against skin caused a searing, burning pain. And what about contact with

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liquid made from that hail?

That was sheer agony.

Today, Ray had attacked him with such a weapon. Next time, he would do the same. It was simple–far too simple–and devastatingly effective. Four professional bodyguards had been taken down instantly, without even a chance to fight back.

What he couldn’t understand was this: with the weather so cold, how had Ray melted the hail?

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