All Chapters of My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

What now? Should they head back and prepare more explosives—bring even more?Just then, a sharp click sounded as the villa's front door actually opened.Opened?Well, after that kind of blast, unless the people inside were drugged into a coma, anyone with a pulse would come out to see what was going on.Blowing open an entrance with explosives or having the owner open the door himself—what was the difference?"Charge!" Theo barked, chopping his hand forward as more than a dozen men surged ahead.Only Killian hesitated. He felt an inexplicable fear toward Ray.That hesitation saved his life… at least for now.Murderous intent rolled off Ray as his spatial portal snapped open. Steel rebars driven by kinetic force shot out one after another, punching straight through each attacker's face before continuing on, piercing the ice and embedding itself deep below.In an instant, thirteen bodies were pinned outside the villa.None of them lay flat.Each corpse was twisted into grotesq

Ray was the second ability user Theo had come into contact with. It was no surprise how things ended up now.Once Ray finished his questions, he gave Theo a shove. Theo was helplessly pushed into the spatial portal and vanished in an instant.The sight left Honey and the other women both stunned and terrified. A living, breathing person—gone just like that.Naturally, they were grateful to Ray. Without him, they wouldn't be enjoying their current comfortable lives. But beneath that gratitude was a deeper fear.This was their man—and also the one who held their lives and deaths in his hands.Only because Ray wasn't a tyrant were they spared a life like slaves. Still, that didn't change the essence of their relationship. They were the canaries he kept.Ray never hid this, nor did he bother with emotional manipulation. To him, these girls sold their bodies; he gave them a privileged life in return. It was a transaction.He paid no attention to the women's reactions and instead fell

If you asked Ray, he really didn't want to deal with someone like Logan—someone who preyed on other men. But Logan had an ability.For the sake of getting stronger, Ray decided to face Logan.Ray reactivated his spatial perception. Once he locked onto Logan's position, he kicked the door open and stormed in.Immediately, more than a dozen kinetic steel bars shot forward, and even faster than them were over a dozen bullets."Shit!"Bullets traveled fast, but ability users generally possessed danger premonition. Logan's instinct reacted faster than his conscious mind—his body flashed with golden light and instantly transformed into living metal.But there was a problem. He wasn't standing still. So Wayne was the unlucky one.This was a real, literal blowout."Ahhh—!" Wayne let out an agonized scream, only for it to cut off abruptly. Ray was using saturation firepower to kill Logan, and the kill zone was a bit too wide—Wayne was caught in it.A stray bullet blew his head apart. I

Ray glanced at her, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile.No wonder Logan had taken such vicious revenge on this family. Just look at the daughter's attitude—once she decided he was a police officer, her demeanor instantly turned arrogant, dripping with condescension.If she was already like this now, then back then, the way Wayne's family treated Logan must have been ten, even a hundred times worse.The mother, at least, was smarter. She quickly scolded her daughter, then turned to Ray with a placating smile. "Officer, my daughter is young and doesn't know any better. Please don't hold it against her. We really are starving. Could you give us something to eat?"Ray patted his pockets and asked calmly, "Do I look like someone carrying food?""Can't you go out and find some?" the daughter blurted out.This time, the mother didn't stop her. Instead, she also looked at Ray with expectation. When she saw him standing there without moving, impatience crept into her eyes—

Ray moved on to the ninth villa.He knocked on the door."Get lost!" A man's furious voice bellowed from inside. "I'm warning you! I have weapons! Don't force me to fight!"Huh?Ray paused. The tone didn't sound like a thug's at all. More likely, it was the owner of the villa, mistaking him for one of the construction crew thugs.But… the voice carried the faintest hint of familiarity.Ray didn't take any chances. Once he made a move, there could be no loose ends. Better to mistakenly kill ten thousand than to miss one. And this voice had stirred an old, buried grudge.He kicked the door—but awkwardly, even with his immense strength, he couldn't break it open. Instead, the impact sent a jolt of pain up his foot.Damn it.Still, this only convinced him further that this wasn't a thug from the crew, but the original homeowner. The door was far too sturdy—it was this very strength that had stopped the bandits before.Even so, Ray had to be certain.With a thought, a massive sto