Amir had already hidden behind the shipping container, crouching as he ran toward the corner. Otherwise, he would definitely have recognized that this was a bomb he had made with his own hands.
After less than a few seconds, a tremendous explosion spread through the small square.
Firelight, high heat, and the shockwave threw everyone off balance. Even the Imperial Inquisitors, who were some distance away from the bomb, narrowed their eyes from the blast of air.
At the spot where the bomb had detonated, only a huge crater remained in the ground. The people around it had all vanished, leaving behind only a few charred bodies blasted away by the explosion.
Taking advantage of the chaos, a figure suddenly jumped down from the roof more than ten meters above. As she neared the ground, jets of counter-thrusting gas suddenly burst from the soles of her feet, cushioning her landing. And the place she landed was exactly where the safe lay.
This person was Joan. She had been waiting on the roof for a long time.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the infighting below, she had thrown the bomb. But to avoid damaging the relic inside the safe, she could only throw the bomb toward the edge of the square, at a densely packed area far from the center. Otherwise, she absolutely would have thrown the bomb right into the faces of those Imperial Inquisitors.
Then, while everyone's attention was drawn by the explosion, she jumped down and seized her target.
"Fuck! Someone's stealing the goods!" Lindsey, who had been pinned to the ground, took advantage of the Dead Hand members restraining him losing focus. With a sudden kip-up, he threw the two of them off. Then he saw someone drop from the sky and pick up the safe, which startled him badly.
Everyone around had fallen into panic, looking around in all directions, terrified that another bomb might drop from above. That thing could kill people.
But Lindsey's shout was still heard by the three Inquisitors.
Compared to everyone else, the three of them were far calmer in the face of this panic. Before Lindsey even shouted, they had already noticed Joan appearing before them.
The Grand Inquisitor instantly activated the lightsaber in his hand, stepped forward, and slashed at Joan.
Ever since landing, Joan had been paying close attention to the movements of the three of them. After getting the safe, she immediately began fleeing in the opposite direction.
Her mechanical body erupted with powerful force. She moved forward rapidly and narrowly avoided the Grand Inquisitor pouncing toward her. She lowered her body and rushed toward an area with fewer people.
Dead Hand's people still had not recovered from the explosion and had not noticed that someone was running off with their treasure.
But the Imperial Inquisitors would not let Joan leave so easily.
While quickly chasing after her, the Grand Inquisitor stretched out his left hand.
In an instant, a dragging force came from behind Joan, making her steps falter. But she reacted quickly, immediately turned, and opened fire. The Grand Inquisitor raised his blade to block, but Joan's line of fire was too tricky and dense, interrupting his advance. He could only move sideways and begin dodging.
That gave Joan a chance.
But after a short period of reaction, Dead Hand's members also came back to their senses.
Their enemies were actually simple: only Amir and Joan. As for the Imperial Inquisitors who wanted to take the goods for nothing? They could not beat them and did not dare fight them.
They had to protect the goods first before continuing negotiations, right?
So dozens of blasters across the field began firing toward the direction Joan was fleeing.
Amir, who had now been ignored, poked his head out from a corner of the hall.
He had already used the chaos caused by the explosion to leave the shipping container's position. That place had become the target of everyone's fire. There was no way to show himself there.
On the way out, he had even casually shot and killed several people blocking his path.
"It's good that Joan's here." Seeing that help had arrived, Amir felt much more at ease. There had been no chance for him to deal with so many people on his own. Just now, he had even planned not to act first and instead wait until the Imperial Inquisitors took the item and left, then snatch it from them afterward.
For Amir and the others, the Imperial Inquisitors were not nearly as threatening as this whole square full of people holding blasters.
First of all, Amir and the others had very strong personal combat ability. In a one-on-one fight, even if 32 and Joan could not win, they could still hold the enemy off. Even if they were injured, it would only be damage to their mechanical bodies. As long as their heads were not cut off, it was not much of a loss.
Second, Amir had already offended the Empire, so there was no need to worry about retaliation from the Empire anymore. As the saying went, the barefoot had nothing to fear from those wearing shoes.
If Dead Hand truly decided to burn the boats, then no matter how strong the three Imperial Inquisitors were, they would suffer badly. But they did not dare. Even if Nuruddin dared, most of his subordinates did not. Aside from death-row criminals, who would willingly spend every day being hunted by a colossal monster like the Empire?
Raising his hand, Amir once again picked off a thug carrying a heavy blaster, then fixed his gaze on Joan.
Joan's situation was not optimistic. She was now hiding behind a shipping container, under dense blaster fire, while the Imperial Inquisitors were constantly approaching from behind. There was almost nowhere left for her to go.
Almost forced into a dead end, she took another bomb out from beneath the cover of her robe.
This was the last one.
After pressing the activation switch, the spherical bomb flashed with red light and rolled in a curve toward the crowd behind her.
The Grand Inquisitor was the first in its path. He was the first to see the bomb and instinctively wanted to push it away with the Force. But the thief was right in front of him, and the thief was holding the mission target.
Whether this thief died or not did not matter at all. But judging from the power of this bomb and recalling the scene just now, he feared the safe would not be able to withstand it completely.
So the Grand Inquisitor made an immediate decision. He seized the bomb with the Force and threw it toward the Dead Hand crowd behind him.
That rabble almost cried when they saw the bomb flying toward them. The explosion just now had killed nearly twenty of their people, and there were still people on the ground wailing with missing arms and legs. Now you were throwing another one at us?
In an instant, they scattered like frightened birds and beasts. No one cared about the thief anymore. All of them began dodging.
Amir, who was hiding by the wall, saw this scene and raised the corners of his mouth. He silently stretched out his sinful little hand.
Since Joan's position was already near the edge of the field, after the bomb was thrown, the Dead Hand members who had surrounded her all desperately ran back.
The bomb's detonation timer was six or seven seconds no matter what. Run! However far you could run in that time, run that far. One more meter might mean keeping one more leg!
The eight-legged ant-man at the front immediately regretted chasing so close. But at that moment, his species advantage was brought to the extreme.
He had eight legs, while almost all his companions around him only had two!
Better fellow Daoists die than this poor Daoist. All of you, get behind me and act as cushions!
He directly threw away the blaster in his hand and returned to the way his ancestors had moved. With all eight legs working together, he turned into a male insect as swift as the wind, quickly moving backward. One teammate after another was left behind him. If he could have laughed, he would definitely have laughed out loud.
Those two-legged beasts who usually discriminated against him, now they knew who should discriminate against whom!
So he turned back to look, wanting to see how far he had escaped.
But that one glance became the last glance of his life.
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