Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 427

**Doomsday Rebirth 427**
**Chapter 427: You’re Not Going Anywhere**

Tyler stood resolute, his body a wall against the man who dared to approach.

Furrowing his brows, a sudden surge of determination coursed through him. In a heartbeat, he lunged forward, a predator ready to strike.

The boss, sensing the shift in the air, activated his ability, attempting to seize control over Tyler’s limbs. But Tyler, unyielding, offered no resistance. Caught off guard, the boss underestimated the force required, channeling too much energy into his power.

In the blink of an eye, Tyler was mere inches from the man’s face, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere.

A cold smirk curled Tyler’s lips, an expression that sent a shiver down the boss’s spine. With a swift motion, a compact pistol materialized in his hand, gleaming ominously. He aimed directly at the man’s eye, pulling the trigger without a moment’s hesitation.

The expected scream never came; instead, the bullet ricocheted harmlessly off the man’s eye, which was encased in a layer of impenetrable metal.

The deflected bullet spun through the air, transforming into a weapon of the boss as it hurtled toward Caroline.

Reacting with instinctive precision, Caroline froze the bullet mid-flight, the air crackling with her power as it morphed into a shard of ice, suspended in time.

Tyler, undeterred by the initial failure, quickly shifted gears. He retrieved several grenades from his belt, hurling them at the man with a fierce determination. No matter how formidable one might be, grenades were indiscriminate in their destruction.

Simultaneously, both he and Caroline sprang back, their movements synchronized as if rehearsed.

The explosion erupted with a deafening roar, the shockwave rattling the very foundations of the shelter.

As the smoke began to dissipate, a massive crater yawned before them, revealing the boss who had miraculously evaded the blast, retreating to a corner, utterly unscathed.

This was the source of his audacity, the reason he dared to provoke the entire shelter.

His clothes lay in tatters, exposing his chest, which shimmered with an unsettling metallic sheen.

Fury radiated from him, mingling with a sense of humiliation.

For the first time, in the chaotic aftermath of the apocalypse, he faced an opponent he couldn’t simply eliminate. The realization that he was now on the defensive was a bitter pill to swallow.

Tyler’s expression darkened, a storm brewing within him. He released all his abilities, watching as they faded from his body, and summoned a sharp ceramic blade into his hand.

The time for games was over; it was time to engage in close combat.

With the grace and speed of a panther, he lunged forward, aiming for the man’s neck, his focus razor-sharp.

The boss retaliated, manipulating the steel bars protruding from the ground after the explosion, sending them lashing toward Tyler like deadly whips.

But Tyler was ready; he dodged with agility, propelling himself behind the man, his legs pushing off the ground with explosive force.

As the boss began to turn, Tyler leapt, planting a hand on his shoulder, spinning in mid-air, and driving the blade into the same vulnerable spot on his neck.

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