I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 73: JokerX 3

The air was ripped apart by the rifles’ bullets. They tore into the men who were fleeing from Adam. The men let out a scream. Their own friends were shooting them. Adam was unconcerned. Their bodies served a purpose. They served as shields.

The force of the bullets knocked a man backwards. He collided with Adam. Adam remained unmoved. He took hold of the man’s body and shoved it forward. He held it like a flesh wall in front of him. The dead man’s body, not him, was struck by the bullets.

Adam remained composed despite the commotion and yelling. He moved through the chaos like a shadow. He held his knife. It went quickly. A man was stabbed in the side by him.

The man fell and screamed. He slit the throat of another man. The man fell with a wet sound. There were two more dead. Adam was now among them. Despite being all around him, they were too afraid to engage in combat.

He leaped and kicked a corpse away from him. He passed through a doorway nearby. Now he was in a long corridor. He had just been on the wall when the rifle bullets struck it. For a moment, he was safe. He continued to run. He dashed toward the wall. He gave it a forceful kick. His body leaped into the air. Across the hall, he was flying.

The rifle-wielding men in the main room attempted to pursue him.

They shifted their weapons in an attempt to aim. However, he moved too quickly. For a moment, they saw him. In the air, he was merely a vague figure. Then he vanished. They fired their weapons, but all they struck was the empty wall. They were unable to strike him.

He kicked the opposite wall before he could fall. He soared back across the corridor. He fell to the ground. He was as silent as a cat. He knelt down. Then he leaped once more. He kicked the wall again and pushed off the floor. He flew out of the hallway this time. He was returning to the large room.

He was headed straight for the rifle-wielding men. He was an animal in his movements. He jumped from tree to tree like a monkey. On the ground, the men were merely slow hunters.

They continued to fire their weapons. There was a lot of noise. It was really noisy. They were attempting to flee by going backwards. They were attempting to target the boy who was moving too quickly. They were blind to his approaching proximity.

Then he appeared.

He was in the air for a second. He was standing directly beside them the next moment.

The first to move was his knife.

One man was stabbed in the neck by him. The sharp edge penetrated deeply. The man’s eyes widened. He dropped to the ground.

Adam took out the knife. The next man was stabbed in the chest by him. The man fell silently. A third man attempted to use his large gun to strike Adam. Adam was quicker. He used his own pistol to strike the man in the head. The man felt lightheaded. Adam’s throat was cut by his knife.

There were three more men dead. It went by so quickly.

It was witnessed by the final few men. They witnessed the swift deaths of their friends. They were terrified. It was not a boy. It was a monster. They gave up fighting. They took off running. All they wanted was to escape.

Adam did not need to turn around. He sensed it. There were more men arriving.

They were entering through the front door. Their hefty footsteps were audible to him. They had rifles, he knew. Large automatic rifles.

He needed to get up. He began to run once more. He dashed between the chairs and tables. He was pacing quickly to the left and right. It was difficult to hit him. In a room full of death, he was a ghost.

He was not a ghost, though. He remained a human.

He was struck by a bullet.

He felt as though a hot metal object had been thrust into his abdomen. The pain came suddenly and sharply. He was stopped. He was no longer able to run. He landed hard on the floor.

He glanced down at his abdomen.

He saw a dark red circle on his shirt. It was getting bigger. Blood started to make a small pool on the clean floor. It was his blood. He watched it for a second. He felt very far away from his own body.

He heard another gunshot. He felt another hot pain. This one was in his back. It hurt more than the first one. The pain was like a fire spreading through his whole body. He knew what this meant. He was dying. This body was broken. This life was ending.

But he was not finished.

He would not die on the floor like an animal. He pushed himself up. He got onto one knee.

He chose to ignore the excruciating pain. He swung around. At the main door, he turned to face the men. The rifle-wielding new men. He raised his handgun.

He squeezed the trigger. There was a soft sound from the silent gun. Once more, he pulled it. And once more. He did not aim. At the door, he simply blasted into the group of men. Until his gun was empty, he continued to shoot. It clicked. No more shots.

He peered through the agony. He witnessed men fall. One, two, three, and four. Four more had been killed by him. It was not much, but it was something.

He dropped his empty gun. The noise it made on the floor was loud.

His knife was still with him. He gripped it tightly. The flow of his blood had accelerated. He was aware of his limited time.

He did not just lie down and wait to pass away. He forced himself to stand. He screamed loudly. It was a cry of agony. It was an angry scream. He took off running. The final group of men ahead of him he ran at. He was a dying wolf launching a final assault.

They anticipated his arrival. His clothes were covered in blood. They noticed the insane expression in his eyes. His frightful scream reached them. They could not handle it. All they were were hired men. This was not what they were prepared for.

They fled after dropping their weapons. In their attempt to get away from the monster, they stumbled over stuff and corpses.

JokerX got up next to a large couch. He observed everything that took place. He was holding his own gun, but he had not fired it. He worked as a professional. An assassin who hunted people for cash. He had a reason for choosing this club. It was meant to be a trap. It was meant to be simple.

He did not hire assassins. All they were were cheap soldiers. To shoot a gun, he paid them money. They had no idea who Adam was. The large bounty on his head was unknown to them. They were merely tools. His tools were now all broken.

Seeing a single boy ruin his entire scheme JokerX was aware of his grave error. He did not bring enough men. He had no idea who he was pursuing.

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