novelraw Chapter 168: CRASH!
Chapter 168: CRASH!
Six stood amidst the carnage, his hands still clenched into fists, the metallic taste of blood and gunpowder thick in the air. The bodies of Fiends lay scattered around him, their drug-addled rampages permanently ended by the sheer force of his hands.
He had torn through them like a storm, moving faster than their minds could process, breaking bones, crushing throats, and tearing weapons from their hands before they even realized he was there.
Rebecca had long since stopped reacting to the brutality. She merely watched from the distance, her Punisher slung over her shoulder, knowing that nothing would stop Six now—not until Motor-Runner was dead. The anger, the vengeance—it had overtaken him completely, though he didn’t even seem to realize it.
Six now stood at the entrance of Vault 3, the last stronghold of the Fiends, his eyes narrowing at the massive steel door. Unlike most vaults that were either abandoned or opened by security overrides, Vault 3 was sealed tight.
The Fends inside had control over its systems, and they weren’t stupid enough to open the door for him—not after what he’d just done to their forces outside.
He placed a hand on the thick metal, feeling the vibrations of movement inside. There were still plenty of them left, dozens at least, but none dared come out. They knew what awaited them.
Six exhaled, his mind already calculating the next move. He could blast the door apart—but that would be loud, messy, and risk damaging whatever was inside.
Or, he could do it the patient way.
Turning away from the vault, he walked back toward Rebecca, who leaned casually against their battle bus, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Looks like they’re not dumb enough to open the door."
She remarked.
Six cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders.
"They will."
Rebecca tilted her head.
"And how exactly do you plan to make that happen?"
He smirked, eyes glinting with cold calculation.
"I’m going to make them need to come out."
Rebecca blinked, then sighed.
"You’re about to do something crazy, aren’t you?"
Six didn’t answer. Instead, he began moving toward the perimeter, searching for the Vault’s water supply and ventilation systems.
If they wouldn’t come out willingly, he’d flush them out like rats.
And when they did?
Motor-Runner would be the last Fiend to die.
But his plans came to an abrupt halt when the intercom crackled to life.
"Hey, I didn’t expect to see such a stunning beauty in a place like this."
A fiend said, his gaze fixed on Rebecca as she appeared on the camera feed, wearing her two-piece bikini and jacket.
Her transformation had given her base form a curvy, otherworldly beauty that left the fiend in awe. Rebecca’s appearance was unlike anything they had ever seen, and the fiend couldn’t help but be captivated by such a breathtaking woman.
"Hey, shortstack, I can let you in if you service us on your knees and on your back?"
Six’s eyes darkened instantly. The air around him grew heavy, the temperature seeming to drop as an almost tangible wave of murderous intent rolled off him. His jaw clenched, fists tightening until his knuckles turned white.
Rebecca, on the other hand, simply let out a slow exhale through her nose, her lips curling into something between irritation and amusement. She reached behind her, unholstering the Punisher with deliberate slowness, her fingers caressing the trigger as she tilted her head toward the intercom.
"Buddy."
She said, voice flat.
"Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"
The Fiend on the other side of the intercom cackled.
"Oh, I know exactly who I’m talkin’ to, sweetheart. I’m givin’ you a way better deal than what your meathead boyfriend’s gonna get. Think about it, huh? You, me, and the boys havin’ a real good time."
The moment those words left the intercom, the Punisher fired.
A single round.
Straight through the camera mounted above the vault entrance.
Static filled the screen inside Vault 3, the Fiend’s laughter cutting off abruptly as sparks rained down from the ruined device.
Silence.
Then, a low chuckle.
Not Rebecca’s.
Not the Fiend’s.
Six.
It started as a whisper of amusement, but there was nothing funny about it. It was the sound of something breaking—something deep and primal, unchained and seething. The sound of wrath.
Rebecca turned to look at him, and for the first time in a long while, she felt something almost dangerous in the way he stood. His body was completely still, save for his hands—his fingers slowly curling and uncurling as if barely containing the urge to tear something apart.
"Rebecca."
He said quietly, his voice disturbingly calm.
"Get back in the bus."
She blinked.
"What?"
He turned to her, his eyes sharper than she’d ever seen them. Cold. Absolute.
"Get. Back. In the bus."
That was all she needed to hear. No argument. No playful teasing. No smug remarks. She nodded and stepped back, disappearing into the vehicle.
Then, Six turned to the vault.
His Observation Haki spread through the steel, his senses latching onto every heartbeat inside. He could feel them. Dozens of Fiends, snickering, laughing, completely unaware of the death they had just invited into their home.
His foot shifted forward.
Then—
Void Trigger!
The ground cracked beneath him as he vanished.
And in the next instant—
CRASH!
The vault door caved inward, its reinforced steel imploding as if struck by the wrath of a god. Dust and debris erupted from the entrance, alarms blaring wildly as sparks shot from the mangled remains of what was once an impenetrable fortress.
The Fiends inside barely had time to process what had happened before a single figure emerged from the dust—
Six in his transform state.
And he was already moving.
The slaughter had begun.
The first Fiend barely had time to scream before Six’s fist caved in his skull, the wet crunch lost beneath the chaos.
A second Fiend raised his rifle, but Six was already behind him. A sharp twist—snap!
—and the man collapsed, neck shattered.
Gunfire erupted in the Vault’s main chamber, muzzle flashes briefly illuminating the sheer terror on the Fiends’ faces. Their bullets tore through the air, but Six moved like a phantom, weaving through the storm of lead with impossible precision.
He flicked his wrist. A Custom Desert Eagle materialized in his grip, glowing with an otherworldly energy.
BANG!
The first shot vaporized a Fiend’s whole body, leaving nothing but scorched dust behind.
BANG! BANG!
Two more fell, their bodies erased before they could even react.
A desperate Fiend lunged at him with a combat knife, screaming incoherently. Six caught his wrist, squeezing. Bones shattered instantly.
With a casual motion, Six slammed the man into the reinforced Vault wall. The impact left a splattered mess, and the raider’s mangled body slid lifelessly to the ground.
Motor-Runner’s voice crackled over the Vault’s intercom.
"Holy fuck! Who—what the hell are you?!"
Six didn’t answer. He simply moved.
Vault 3’s dim corridors became a killing field as he tore through the Fiends like a force of nature. His every step sent shockwaves through the ground. His every strike left devastation in its wake.
Rebecca, watching from the entrance with her Punisher slung over her shoulder, smirked as she leaned against the War Bus.
"Guess I’ll just let him have his fun."
She muttered.
Inside, Six’s march of annihilation continued.
A group of Fiends had barricaded themselves behind an overturned table, firing wildly.
Six shot at the man-made barricade.
The table ceased to exist.
The Fiends gasped in confusion—then screamed as Six appeared in front of them, his hand outstretched.
"Goodbye."
A single pulse of energy.
Nothing remained.
Motor-Runner gritted his teeth, gripping his chainsaw tighter.
"Alright, monster. Let’s see if you bleed."
He revved the blade, ready for the battle of his life.
Six just smiled.
"Let’s."