It just so happened that one of the skills was a Rogue skill that perfectly fit the current situation.
Combined with the stealth smoke bomb from Legendary Hero Appearance, Javier felt he could instantly kill the two guards in front of him.
And it would be a silent kill, without causing much commotion.
Thinking of this, Javier decisively reached out and grabbed some straw mat debris from the ground, picking out a relatively stiff blade of grass.
He slowly inserted it into the handcuffs that bound his hands.
To be safe, Idalgo had also ordered his subordinates to shackle them with secure silver bracelets.
But these defensive measures were undoubtedly no restraint at all in the face of Javier's Rogue skills.
Name: Universal Key
Type: Causality Buff
Effect: Any item can be transformed into a universal key, and can open all locks.
With it, you are the most stylish thief in the entire community; you can pry open all the locks in the community with just a single instant noodle.
Note: Although it is a universal key, it cannot open all doors, but it can open all locks.
PS: I know it's been very watered down and slow recently, I'll stand at attention and take the beating.
The main reason is that I'm too busy, the end of the month is very busy, and I'm squeezing out time to write from my hectic schedule, so the quality has been poor recently, sorry…
Chapter 17: Resident Evil Dam
Originally, Javier thought it was completely useless.
After all, doors and locks posed no obstacle, but this was the Resident Evil world, where dungeon mazes were common, and Resident Evil was most famous for its puzzles, most of which required keys.
Therefore, spending a few points to buy it was fine; what if it came in handy?
And now… it was coming in handy.
Being handcuffed by silver bracelets and having all his equipment confiscated, he could only use this Rogue class skill.
"Rustle…"
A strange sound.
Javier's action of using the grass stem to pry open the silver handcuffs was noticed by Krauser and Leon beside him.
Although there were many skilled individuals among the common people, and quite a few prodigies who could twist open these low-quality, non-Made in China silver bracelets with their bare hands,
Leon and Krauser had truly never seen anyone try to do it directly with a blade of grass.
Is this a movie?
What's the difference between prying open silver handcuffs with a broken blade of grass and prying open all the locks in the community with a packet of instant noodles?
"No way, Leon?"
"Is your good brother crazy, planning to pry open the handcuffs with that broken blade of grass?
Does he think he's a highly skilled international thief?"
Shifting his body, Krauser sat cross-legged, looking at Javier's actions with a disdainful expression.
From the very beginning until now, he had never thought Javier was a normal person; his various behaviors and gestures were quite odd.
Seeing this, Leon sighed helplessly.
He had been with the United States Government for so many years, and to be a qualified agent, he had learned a lot about lock picking.
But he had truly never seen anyone pick a lock with a blade of grass.
Since Javier was unreliable, he could only rely on himself.
With that, Leon slightly twisted his waist and reached his hands towards his waistband.
Untying the elastic cord, Leon slowly squeezed out several twisted wires from a gap in his waistband.
Coincidentally, he had also brought lock-picking tools; these were essential for agents.
In Leon's experience, unlocking these common standard silver handcuffs was effortless, probably only requiring a few minutes of trying.
"Click—!"
Just as Leon, taking advantage of the drug cartel guards' complete lack of vigilance, was about to begin his attempt, a crisp sound rang in his ears.
It was the familiar sound of silver handcuffs successfully unlocking and springing open.
But—
He turned his head to look.
The silver bracelet on Javier's hand had already fallen off, and a blade of grass was still stuck in the keyhole.
This speed… it took less than ten seconds?!
"Do you need help?"
"Leon, and Mr. Krauser, oh… but never mind.
People who don't believe a blade of grass can pick a lock will never receive help from a blade of grass, after all, everything has a spirit, doesn't it?"
With a slight smile, Javier had originally intended to help pick the lock, but Leon had already taken out his lock-picking tools.
Seeing this, he decided to let Leon handle it himself; after all, he was an agent, and he must have learned a lot in that area.
So, Javier decisively turned to open the iron cage door.
Again, a simple blade of grass, inserted and twisted, and even a palm-sized heavy lock instantly fell with a "click," hitting the ground with a crisp sound.
And this sound successfully attracted the two drug dealers in the guard room.
Their expressions slightly changed, and they came to check, holding assault rifles, their eyes fixed on the source of the sound in the distance.
That was precisely where Javier and the others had just been imprisoned.
Could something have gone wrong?
"Whoosh—!!!"
However, before they could get close, what greeted them was a rapidly approaching silver boomerang.
It spun and struck at an incredibly high speed.
That was clearly the silver handcuff that had previously bound Javier, now flung by him as a weapon, flying towards the faces of the two drug dealers, trying its best to obstruct their vision.
And taking this opportunity, Javier broke out of the cage.
"Hoo…"
He took a deep breath.
White airflow was visibly inhaled into Javier's lungs from both sides of his mouth at a terrifying speed.
The muscles under his camouflage T-shirt instantly bulged, and his skin rapidly warmed and reddened due to the quick circulation of blood.
It was the Breathing Technique… In an instant, Javier immediately used the Breathing Technique to enhance his physical explosiveness.
His fists clenched, veins like coiling dragons appeared on the muscles of his arms.
Seemingly slender and not as burly as Krauser, they were exceptionally strong and tough.
All his strength was concentrated in this punch, his legs tensed, and he quickly stepped forward into a bow stance!
Eight Extremities Fist—
Bow Stance Hammer, collapsing bow and shooting arrow rapidly.
His big foot stomped out fiercely, arriving in three steps in an instant.
In just the blink of an eye, Javier used the Shrinking Ground technique to arrive in front of the two drug cartel guards, even catching up to the silver handcuff he had just flung.
And at this very moment,
"Bang—!"
The silver handcuff instantly hit the face of one of the drug dealers.
The violent impact smashed his face, blood splattered, and he immediately dropped his weapon in pain, instinctively wanting to cover his face.
The other drug dealer reacted, just about to disengage the weapon's safety and fire, but looking down… Javier had already arrived in front of him at some point.
There was only about a meter between them; this distance was undoubtedly a fatal one.
Although the gun is fast beyond seven steps, within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast,
But if the weapon's safety isn't disengaged like this, and is even distracted, then there's still a chance to be even faster.
"Boom—!"
In a race against time, as the drug dealer was about to disengage the safety and pull the trigger, ready to spray with his rifle, Javier quickly shifted his stance and delivered an upward elbow strike.
His fist turned into a palm, swiftly pushing aside the assault rifle's barrel.
"Click…"
"Da da da da da da—!!!"
The trigger was pulled, and black muzzle flashes spat out.
A barrage of bullets, accompanied by fire, shot out like raindrops, but the aim was not directly at Javier, but at the ceiling of the dungeon.
At this moment, Javier was holding the front end of the rifle, twisting the muzzle away, sending all the bullets into the ceiling.
And just as the drug dealer in front of him was stunned by this maneuver, Javier's eyes narrowed.
His other hand's fist clenched, and he launched it like an outgoing cannonball.
"Click…!"
"Bang—!!!"
The target was the heart.
With a muffled thud, as if hearing the sound of ribs shattering, the drug dealer's eyes immediately rolled back.
His mouth agape, he was sent flying several meters backward with a crash, slamming heavily against the wall behind him and falling unconscious.
There was no movement at all, unknown whether he was merely unconscious or directly dead.
"Hoo…"
"Whoosh—!"
After delivering a punch, the accumulated strength in Javier's body relaxed, and he couldn't help but exhale another breath of turbid air.
His previously bulging muscles and reddened, warm skin began to return to their original state.
But the next second, Javier spotted another drug dealer clutching his face and howling in pain nearby.
He quickly delivered a spinning back kick, his thick jungle combat boot whipping against the drug dealer's neck.
Without any surprise, the drug dealer slammed hard into the iron cage beside him and instantly fell unconscious.
In just a few tens of seconds, Javier had truly instantly killed two drug dealers armed with rifles.
However, the only drawback was that the gunshots had just rung out, completely alerting the other drug dealers in the dam stronghold.
They had little time to react—
"…"
"Finished, but it was one second slower than expected.
Otherwise, it should have been resolved silently.
Now it's over, we can only force our way out!"
He twisted his neck, looking at the two fallen drug cartel guards in front of him, and the surveillance camera above that had already turned towards them.
Javier knew that the rest of the drug cartel guards would probably swarm over immediately.
Thinking of this, Javier decisively walked to his confiscated tactical backpack, took out two smoke grenades, opened them, and threw them outside the door.
A large amount of smoke suddenly billowed, filling the corridor outside the dungeon.
It instantly obscured the situation inside the dungeon, making the suddenly gathered drug dealers outside hesitant to enter the dungeon for a while.
They could only quietly observe the situation from outside.
Although they were indeed numerous, not everyone had the courage to be the first to go in, as people would die.
They couldn't possibly imitate Yanbian F4, could they?
There were only three people inside, a few pistols, and two assault rifles, at most capable of killing a dozen people, while they had thirty or forty people.
The advantage was on their side?!
"Clang—!"
"Well done, I underestimated you.
To be able to take down two guards at once.
But what are you planning to do next?
Charge or wait for them?
The two smoke grenades won't last long."
At this moment, Krauser and Leon slowly emerged from the cell, looking at the two severely injured drug dealers nearby.
Krauser raised an eyebrow slightly and couldn't help but praise him.
Using handcuffs as a weapon and taking down two armed drug dealers with bare hands was indeed undeniable.
He admired strong individuals, and naturally, he was never stingy with praise for them.
If it were Krauser himself, it would be very difficult with bare hands, but if he had two small daggers, then Krauser would be confident.
He could instantly pierce the throats of these two drug dealers with throwing knives.
But now, he could only praise Javier as being very good…
However, Krauser's words also crucially pointed out the problem.
Were they going to charge or wait for them?
Now, it was only because of the smoke grenades' delay that the drug cartel guards outside hadn't swarmed in, but once the smoke cleared, that would be their moment of doom.
But, charging would likely lead to being riddled with bullets, and waiting, while safer, would also mean taking a lot of thrown explosives.
Neither seemed like a good outcome.
"There's no other good way."
"Both charging and waiting are undoubtedly dead ends.
I have a very good suggestion: how about we continue through the ventilation ducts?
Throw all the smoke grenades to buy as much time as possible, and we can exit from another direction along the ventilation ducts."
At this moment, Leon, who had slowly walked up from behind, smiled slightly at Javier and Krauser, pointing to the ventilation duct above the dungeon wall.
The downside of this was that it would greatly reduce the effectiveness of the smoke grenades, but the upside was that it could serve as a separate escape route.
Currently, this was indeed the only option Javier and Leon had with a chance of survival—
However,
"Wait…"
"Don't act yet, there's sudden movement outside.
Wait…! They're retreating?!"
Just then, as Krauser was about to pick up Leon to open the dungeon ventilation grate, Javier suddenly spoke, stopping them both.
He pressed his body tightly against the prison's iron door, holding his breath to listen for movement outside.
But to Javier's surprise, the drug dealers outside didn't swarm in like mad dogs; instead, they hurriedly retreated and fled, as if they had received some strange command.
Inside the dungeon—
The red light of the surveillance camera was locked onto Javier and the others, indicating that all their movements were being monitored.
And the person controlling and observing their movements was none other than the drug lord Javier Hidalgo.
In a heavily guarded Laboratory, Idalgo was staring intently at the computer screen in front of him.
Every move inside the dungeon was under his control.
The cowardly drug dealers under him, who dared not attack the dungeon because of mere smoke grenades, also greatly angered Idalgo.
But anger aside, Idalgo had thought of a new plan at this moment: retreat, and let his latest creations deal with these three Americans.
After all, he had set up such Resident Evil defensive traps in the dam for a long time, but just hadn't had the time to test them.
Now was the perfect time.
With Javier and the two other guinea pigs to help him complete the experiment, Idalgo was overjoyed.
Anyway, they were just mice in his palm.
Let's see how many times they could jump!