Guyver Armor: KAP-2

A bluish-green light illuminated the interior of the car, and Fukamachi Akira transformed into Captain 1, bursting out of the car door and leaping into the air.

With a series of flashes on his forehead, several beams of light shot out with precision. "Bang bang bang," several crisp sounds rang out, and all the protruding submachine gun barrels on the opposing armored vehicle were blown apart.

He deliberately avoided attacking the soldiers themselves—he couldn't bring himself to kill these manipulated ordinary people and showed them mercy.

Just then, the silhouette of the KEP-2 flew low overhead, its dark yellow suit landing steadily on the roof of the bumpy bread truck.

He and Akira Fukamachi took turns providing cover on the roof of the car, while Tsubasa Kanno used his head beam to distract the pursuers in the distance and deflect the occasional grenades fired from mid-air.

KAP-1 used its high-frequency sword in conjunction with its body to continuously block bullets fired at close range.

The car sped wildly along the narrow road, its engine roaring painfully.

The armored front cover of the nearest troop carrier was finally penetrated by the continuous bursts of fire from the KEP-2, and it crashed to the side of the road, billowing smoke.

But looking into the distance, one could vaguely see several armored vehicles gradually approaching.

"Damn it! There are too many of them, I can't shake them off!"

"This won't do, the car won't be able to hold on!"

Kamino Tsubasa glanced down at the numerous scratches covering the rear of the vehicle and decisively ordered, "Use the heavy-pressure cannons together, aim at the ground!"

Fukamachi Akira understood, and the two exchanged a glance, their mental waves instantly synchronizing.

On the roof of the vehicle, two Captains stood side by side, their hands clasped together, with a purplish-black gravity sphere condensing in their palms.

"Heavy-pressure cannon, fire!"

Two twisted spheres hurtled toward the ground and collided with a deafening crash.

"Boom—!" A deafening explosion ripped through the air, instantly tearing a five-meter-deep crater into the ground, sending mud and rocks flying into the sky.

The armored vehicle that was chasing the closest couldn't dodge in time. Its front wheels got stuck in the pit, and the vehicle suddenly lost its balance, flipped over, and crashed heavily into the bottom of the pit.

The drivers of the other vehicles hurriedly slammed on their brakes. Amidst the screeching of tires, several cars skidded on the wet road and finally came to a stop precariously in front of the ditch.

Several soldiers hurriedly got off the vehicle, but could only watch helplessly as the battered bread cart wobbled and disappeared at the end of the country road.

"Phew, it seems they're not chasing us anymore."

In the fine drizzle, the gray van, having temporarily shaken off its pursuers, was struggling along the bumpy county road.

Suddenly, a piercing metallic clanging sound rang out, the engine jolted violently, emitted a plume of black smoke, and stalled completely.

The car shook violently, slid forward for a short distance, and then slowly came to a stop.

Fukamachi Fumio repeatedly turned the key and stepped on the accelerator, but only a series of empty "clicking" sounds came out.

"It's no use... the engine of this car is completely ruined."

The carriage fell silent instantly; they were still at least halfway to Mount Meina.

Without a means of transportation, traveling on foot is not only time-consuming, but also makes it easy to expose one's whereabouts.

"Don't rush, I was here before when I was gathering information."

Tsubasa Kamino opened the car door and pointed to the faint smoke rising from chimneys in the distance through the rain: "There's a small town over there; we should be able to find usable transportation there."

Seeing this, everyone stopped hesitating, picked up their backpacks and got off the bus, following in Jin Yeyi's footsteps, walking unsteadily towards the town.

Meanwhile, the highway intersection, which had just been the site of a fierce battle, was in complete disarray.

The broken and twisted guardrails lay askew in the mud, and wisps of smoke rose from the wreckage of the armored vehicle.

The five-meter-deep crater on the dirt road had been hastily covered with several thick steel plates.

It was clearly laid temporarily by Kronos to restore passage as quickly as possible and continue the pursuit.

Under the curtain of rain, a black sedan with sleek, hard lines slowly drove through the puddles.

With a click, the car door opened, and a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out.

The man who got out of the car was about thirty years old. His black trench coat was fluttering in the wind and rain, and his long, wet black hair hung down to his shoulders. His sunglasses covered most of his face, revealing only his tightly pursed thin lips. He exuded a cold and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

This young man is none other than Murakami Masaki, whom Kamino Tsubasa has been searching for!

Since Professor Yamamura's death, he has wandered alone in the shadows, relentlessly searching for the power to fight Chronos.

Upon sensing the unusual activity at the Japanese branch and noticing the presence of a Captain holder, he immediately recognized this as an excellent opportunity to win over allies and promptly drove over.

Just as he was about to step forward to investigate, a rough voice rang out from behind a tree by the roadside: "Halt! This area is under martial law. Who are you?"

A low-level beastman responsible for clearing the battlefield, Ramochus, leaned out and stared warily at the stranger who had suddenly appeared.

Just as it was about to step forward to question him, it saw Murakami merely raise his chin slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly swept over it.

Ramoch's body suddenly froze, his fierce expression replaced by a blank stare.

It trembled all over, as if an invisible hand had gripped its throat, yet it couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

"Tell me, what happened here before?"

Beneath the invisible wave of longing, Murakami's voice, carrying an irresistible force, forcefully invaded the mind of the Zoanoid Soldier.

Ramoch's gaping maw, full of sharp teeth, opened uncontrollably, spewing out fragmented messages:

"Kai... the holder of the Kai... broke through the checkpoint... and ran towards Mount Mina... People have already been sent to chase after him..."

At that moment, another Kronos soldier in the distance noticed the unusual situation.

He immediately jogged over, shouting, "Stop! Ramoch, what's wrong with you?! Hey, what did you do to him?"

"Hmm—" Murakami Masaki slowly turned his head, and waves of longing spread out. The soldier was immediately struck by lightning and froze on the spot, his eyes quickly becoming empty.

An invisible command traveled along the wave of thought to their very consciousness: "Transform, and then—kill each other!"

The next second, the soldier's body involuntarily began to twist and deform, instantly transforming into a beast-like soldier form—a Swift Attack.

Immediately, the two beast-like soldiers, like two puppets on strings, lunged at each other with bloodshot eyes. In the midst of their desperate battle, their sharp claws pierced each other's chests.

Blood gushed out, and the two groaned as they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Seeing this cruel scene before him, Murakami expressionlessly withdrew his gaze and turned to look in the direction of Mount Mina.

Under the fine rain, two lines of water slid down his chin.

"Finally, we have accurate news about Kep... Professor Yamamura, and everyone else, can you see that...? Wait for me over there, our wish is about to have a chance to come true..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wiped the water off his face, turned around and got back into his black sedan. He lightly pressed the accelerator and sped off in the direction the group had gone.