Chapter 390: For the Tribe!
"Are they all ugly?" Hobbs suddenly asked.
"Okay, that's one thing, but we can't defeat them with looks. What I'm talking about is their weapons," Ron said seriously. "Their weapons all have chips, and they can only be used by wearing gloves with the same chips..."
"You mean we should use spears to steal their gloves? That way they can't fire their guns."
"No, it's not that complicated. We just need to activate this powerful electronic jammer invented by Dr. Grovsky. All nearby electronic devices, even digital watches, will malfunction. Then they'll have to fight us like primitives with stones and sticks."
Ron laughed smugly.
A powerful electronic jammer—Ron was amazed when it was developed. It felt a bit like an EMP device from a Tom Clancy novel, mixed with something straight out of a sci-fi movie.
It could continuously jam all electronic devices in an area, leaving no one unscathed.
Imagine, in modern warfare, what would happen if a unit not only lost contact but also had all its electronic devices malfunction? They couldn't even use anti-tank rocket launchers, because those were infrared-guided.
"So what are you planning to do?" Deckard Shaw crossed his arms, showing interest.
"I have a plan, but I need you guys to process these steel pipes and stuff into something else. Guys, let's get to work!" Ron clapped his hands, beckoning the Hobbs family men into the factory.
Deckard nudged Hobbs with his elbow. "Hey, big guy, he looks more like the eldest Hobbs brother than you do."
At 4:30 AM, a group of uninvited guests arrived on the Samoan island.
"Seriously? What kind of primitive tribe is this? They don't think they can escape our Eteon pursuit by dressing up as cavemen, do they? Ridiculous."
On the invading convoy, one of his men looked at the Samoans' rudimentary fortifications and said arrogantly, drawing laughter from the other soldiers. Everyone thought this battle would be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.
However, the burly black man at the head of the group didn't share the same relaxed demeanor as his men. He harbored a vague unease; Deckard Shaw, or the mysterious figure who helped him escape, had far more than just these methods.
But what exactly were they? He didn't know.
"Ron, Ron, this is Hobbs. The Eteon men have just passed through Area A." Hobbs, dressed in a simple ghillie suit made of turf, reported to Ron on the grass where the Eteon convoy had passed.
"The convoy has passed Point B."
"The convoy has reached the gate. Shall we begin?" Messages were relayed to Ron via walkie-talkie. Ron looked up and could already see the lights of the Eteon convoy in the distance.
"Listen up, you inside! Hand over the virus host, or I'll kill you all!" The burly black man shouted into a megaphone into the factory area. Behind him, the Eteon soldiers formed their attack formations.
Seeing the opportunity, Ron whispered a single word into the walkie-talkie: "Start!"
Buzz!
The various electronic jammers pre-placed on the island activated simultaneously, instantly sizzling and destroying all the still-operational electronic devices on the island!
A Samoan threw a torch on the ground, igniting the flames that had been extinguished earlier, illuminating the bare-chested Samoan warriors hidden behind the fortifications, clad in traditional Samoan battle skirts.
"Samoan brothers! Call upon the strength of our ancestors! The time for battle has come!"
Hobbs raised his battle axe high, and the Samoan warriors behind him performed a menacing war dance, advancing step by step towards the Eteon soldiers. Ron, seemingly out of nowhere, had donned a battle skirt.
"Ah!" the warriors roared in unison, the shock causing the Eteon soldiers to involuntarily take a step back.
"Remember the Alamo!" Ron roared, charging forward, his fierce expression reflected in the terrified pupils of the Eteon soldiers. One soldier frantically pulled the trigger at Ron, but the malfunctioning chip in his gun wouldn't fire a single bullet.
It couldn't change the fact that Ron had smashed his skull open with a large wrench.
"Bang!" came the sound of a skull shattering, red and white liquid splattering from the skull, dripping onto Ron's body, making his imposing figure appear even more grotesque.
Simultaneously, similar scenes unfolded in different places; the Samoan warriors, once they attacked, were unstoppable!
"Get in the car! Run them over!" Seeing the situation was dire, the burly black man yelled for his men to get in, but they couldn't start the cars.
"Idiots, don't you know cars have electric starters?" Ron spotted the most conspicuous black man and swung a wrench at him, but the man blocked it with his arm, making a dull thud as metal clashed.
This guy had a mechanical arm; what a nuisance.
The black man looked incredulously at Deckard Shaw, who had driven out in a car, and exclaimed, "Then why can your cars drive?!"
Deckard Shaw led three cars with large chainsaws welded to their front ends, driving side-by-side into the crowd. With each chainsaw's whistling sound, countless severed limbs flew into the air.
The scene was more gruesome than the most violent horror movie.
Hobbs killed a soldier and roared to the sky, "This is the price for offending the tribe!"
It has to be said, Hobbs had been led astray by Ron.
"Ignorance is truly terrifying. Don't you know what diesel engines are?" Ron said, bringing another wrench down from above. The burly black man raised his arm to block.
But Ron played a trick; halfway down, the wrench curved in the air, bypassing the black man's arm and striking him squarely in the abdomen!
"Thud!"
Even with his advanced technology, the black man doubled over in pain from the solid blow.
Ron, not letting up after his initial success, took advantage of the black man's bent-over position and brought the wrench down again. This time, the black man was completely defenseless, receiving a solid blow to the back of his head.
"Bang!" It was the sound of metal clashing. Ron looked down and saw a deformed metal skull beneath his broken scalp, oozing bloody brain matter.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Ron was increasingly confused about what he was fighting, but it didn't matter.
Whatever it was, as long as he smashed it all to pieces.
"Hobbs brothers, charge!" Ron raised his wrench, shouted, and led a group of burly men towards the largest crowd.
(End of Chapter)
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