Gargoyle Supremacy-Chapter 54: Mother, I Crave Violence

Meanwhile, Carn and Wong materialized in Jasmine’s abandoned house. The dimly lit interior felt eerily quiet, save for Wong’s pained groans.

Despite his anger, Carn focused on his mother’s well-being. Gently, he placed his hand over the wound on her back, channeling a gold mark into a healing miracle. A warm golden light radiated from his fingertips, stopping the bleeding and knitting the torn flesh back together.

Wong, still conscious, groaned softly. Teleportation had left her disoriented and nauseous. She attempted to speak.

"Carn… are you hurt?"

"I’m fine," Carn’s voice cracked because of his suppressed emotion. His hands trembled as he worked, "Just stay still. You’ll be alright."

Wong fell silent, trusting her son. Her vision slowly cleared, taking in the shadowed surroundings. She noticed the tight lines on Carn’s face and the flicker of sadness in his eyes. A soft, bitter smile tugged at her lips.

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"Ah, this is nothing, lah," Wong said lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Shitting you out of my stomach was much worse."

Carn chuckled softly at his mother’s humor, and the swelling anger in his chest eased slightly. But as his gaze lingered on her back, his amusement faded.

For the first time, he truly noticed how frail she was. Her spine and skeletal frame were starkly visible beneath her skin, and there was a disturbing lack of muscle mass where there should have been strength.

Alarmed, he blurted, "Why are you so thin?! I thought we had money. What have you been eating?"

Wong, glancing back at the cut fabric of her clothes that now exposed her back, snickered as if it was not a big deal.

"Ah, stage-3 intestine cancer. Nothing to worry about."

Carn froze in disbelief. "YOU HAVE WHAT?!"

"Haiya. Too loud, lah. Cancer, easy cure. Throw one million dollars to some quacks and get me augmentation surgery. Replace my digestive system, and cancer disappear, lah."

"You should have told me and Dad earlier!"

"Your dad knew. He too poor. No money, lah."

Carn stared at her, momentarily speechless.

"It’s okay. Your crypto money, we rich, lah." Wong laughed as she referred to the crypto wallet they had taken from Jasmine.

Carn sighed deeply, shaking his head as the thin line of her wound finally sealed.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have enough time to joke around with his sweet mother. He heard a faint sound of pursuers from afar.

Carn stood up and his emotion surged along with the noises.

TATATATATATATA.

The unmistakable hum of helicopter blades filled the air. Carn peered out the window to see the same agents patrolling the area, this time closer and more aggressive. His face darkened with anger as his jaw clenched tightly.

Kneeling back beside Wong, he whispered, "I have enough power to cure your cancer, but it will take time. We need to get out of here first and find somewhere safe."

Wong nodded, leaning against him for support as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Closing his eyes, Carn focused his senses, scanning the perimeter for a viable teleport destination. Just as he locked onto a location, a deafening CRASH shattered the silence.

An APC smashed through the front of the house, splintering walls and sending debris flying. Soldiers in black, cyborg-like battle suits poured out of the vehicle. Weapons were locked on Carn and Wong.

The lead soldier, carrying a bulky white pistol, stepped forward and led his men.

"Speedwagon One to all units," the soldier announced coldly into his comms. "Subject spotted at 5484 Harmonious Ember Lushville Lake Street. Requesting reinforcements and the use of deadly forces."

Carn’s sharp hearing caught the voice on the other end of the line.

It was Arthur on the other side!

"Permission to use deadly force granted. Capture the subject, dead or alive."

Speedwagon One shifted his stance slightly. He asked, staring at Wong, "What about the hostage?"

"Family members of the subject are not considered hostages. Eliminate them."

The cold, merciless directive struck Carn like a physical blow. His fury ignited as his eyes widened, locking onto Speedwagon One, who now aimed his weapon at Wong. Beneath his mask, the soldier smirked, savoring the power he held.

The pistol fired. Time slowed for Carn as he sensed the soldier’s lethal intent. Without hesitation, he moved, twisting his body to shield his mother. His skin hardened as he transformed into a gargoyle, intercepting the bullet.

BOOM!

The impact rattled through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. He could feel the strange foreign and dangerous energy of the bullet. Wasting no time, Carn adjusted his teleportation focus, locking onto a parking lot a kilometer away.

With a flash, he and Wong vanished.

Speedwagon One lowered his weapon calmly, watching the duo disappear. He activated his comms again.

"Speedwagon One to all units. The subject has been hit with a Mana Spider and has teleported away. Use the Star Network to track their location. Over."

Arthur’s cheerful tone cut through the channel, "Well done, Speedwagon One. All units, maintain pursuit. I want one team to search the subject’s residence thoroughly and another to apprehend the subject’s father, Special Agent Han Yunho. You have my permission to use deadly force if he resists!"

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Carn and Wong reappeared in the empty parking lot of a post exchange store, aka a military shopping mall surrounded by low buildings and flickering streetlights. Wong groaned as the nauseating feeling of teleportation hit her once again.

Carn canceled his transformation. Gently, he helped Wong onto a nearby bench and crouched beside her, scanning her face for any signs of serious distress.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, lah," Wong murmured, though her unsteady breathing betrayed her words. She adjusted her posture, leaning back against the bench to catch her breath and ease the spinning world around her.

Carn let out a bitter sigh, forcing a faint smile to reassure her. Standing, he turned his attention to their surroundings. The faint hum of distant helicopters reached his ears, setting his nerves on edge.

As he turned, Wong’s eyes widened.

"What’s on your back?"

Carn frowned, reaching behind him. His fingers brushed against something hard and mechanical latched onto his back. With a grimace, he grabbed it and yanked it off.

Holding it in his palm, he examined the object and noticed a small metal spider.

The device had tried to burrow into his flesh, but his gargoyle form had thwarted it. Without hesitation, Carn crushed the fist-sized tracker in his hand, and metal shards crumpled like paper.

As he looked up, his sharp eyes caught the unmistakable silhouettes of two helicopters heading toward them, their searchlights cutting through the night.

"Ah, a tracker. Clever," Carn muttered, piecing together the ECD’s tactics.

His expression darkened as he turned to Wong. "Mom, call Dad. Those guys just commanded their people to kill us on sight. Tell him everything about the detective, the ECD, and what’s happening. You need to leave the state. Use the crypto money to start a new life somewhere far from here."

"What about you?"

A sinister smile spread across Carn’s face as his anger boiled over into something sharp and purposeful.

"Your son’s going to become the enemy of the state by tomorrow. I’m going to screw over the ECD."

Wong hesitated but saw the fiery determination in his eyes. She nodded reluctantly, pulling out her phone to contact Han as Carn stepped back, preparing to act.

In an instant, Carn vanished, teleporting a kilometer into the sky. There, suspended in mid-air, he activated his invincible mode, transforming into an indestructible gargoyle statue. Gravity took hold, and he plummeted toward an approaching helicopter.

One of the pursuing helicopters didn’t notice the surprise body drop from the sky. Carn’s immense weight collided with its spinning blades, shattering them like glass. The rotors screeched and sparked as they disintegrated on impact.

Carn’s stone form didn’t falter as he crushed the helicopter beneath him, breaking it cleanly in half. The pilot, co-pilot, and soldiers inside shouted in panic as alarms blared, but their fate was sealed. The aircraft spiraled out of control, flames erupting from its severed engine.

Carn, unscathed, continued his descent, smashing through the solar-paneled roof of a house, sending shards of glass and debris flying. Inside, a startled middle-aged man and his wife screamed, scrambling from their bed as Carn’s stone body settled in their bedroom amidst the wreckage.

The broken helicopter, meanwhile, struck an empty street below. The resulting explosion engulfed the wreckage in a massive fireball, leaving no survivors among its passengers.