I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 81: Revenge (5)
Adam deployed the gunfire strategically. It was not for killing. It was for shock. A rapid fire of fire from a ridiculous range disoriented them and shattered their resolve. After a single rapid round, he discarded the handguns.
They vanished from his hands and returned to the system’s inventory. In their place, his battle knife appeared, its cold steel familiar and comforting.
He dropped from the ceiling, dropping silently in their midst. The armed soldiers stared at him, their eyes wide with fear. They were stunned, unable to understand the terrifying creature that had suddenly come among them.
Adam did not give them time to yell. He passed through them. His knife was a blur, a glittering streak that promised quick results. They dropped one by one, collapsing to the floor.
At the far end of the passageway, near the main hall door, a single mercenary stood amid the terrified soldiers. He noticed Adam forging a route through them. He saw incredible speed and deadly efficiency.
He was very afraid. He realized he could not stop the monster. Adam did not appear to him to be a boy. He was the deity of death himself.
The mercenary groped in his pocket and pulled out his phone. His hands were trembling so terribly that he could hardly unlock it. He stabbed at the screen, his mind screaming with a single frantic thought. Someone, please help. Someone, please help. please.
Adam was nearly upon him. He was a blur of movement, eliminating the last of the mens. He would reached the end of the corridor. Three people remained. The mercenary carrying the phone and two others. Adam did not see what the mercenary was doing with his phone. His emphasis was singular. Remove any hazards as quickly as feasible.
He did not use the knife on them. He lunged out with his feet, delivering a flurry of lightning-fast kicks. The impact of the hits drove all three of them tumbling. They collided with the back door of the main hall. Adam was on them in an instant. His knife flashed three times. Three more victims crumpled on the floor.
He had been so concentrated on the quick execution that he missed the mercenary’s final act. The man managed to transmit his message just before Adam’s boot sent him flying. The warning was issued.
Adam stood over the bodies. He took a time to collect himself. The passageway was clear. He dismissed the blood-soaked knife and returned it to his inventory. He drew his firearms again. He refilled both with new mags. He was prepared for the final confrontation.
He reached for the handle on the back door to the main hall. He opened it cautiously, a fraction of an inch, and looked inside.
The scenario moved to the main hall.
The atmosphere was dense with tension. The surviving mercenaries had Eric and Joseph in a corner as hostages. One man stood guard over them, rifle pointed at their heads.
JokerX was behind the sofa, with his submachine gun laying on the surface. The rest of his soldiers moved slowly towards the main gate, their rifles poised.
They reached the gate. One of them gradually pulled it open. What they saw on the other side caused them to freeze.
The corridor was a charnel house. It was littered with the remains of their companions. Blood had stained the walls and pooled on the floor. The image was so terrible and startling that some of the men in the back lurched backwards, their faces blanched from horror.
"What happened here?" One of them whispered, his voice shaking. "What is this?"
Another man, his voice filled with horror, stated, "Someone did this."
JokerX, watching their reactions from behind the bar, was growing impatient. He could not see into the corridor from his posture. He just saw fear on his men’s faces.
"What are you muttering about?" he demanded. "What is going on? Contact the remaining mercenaries. Why have not they come in yet? Were not the protectors present?"
Fear was building in JokerX’s mind. It was planted when Eric and Joseph informed him how Adam had unexpectedly attacked them and fled the station. It was a detail that did not meet the description of a simple schoolboy.
Then there was an attack on his hideout. This area was kept secret. He had paid the police commissioner a large sum of money to ensure that he was safe from any official interference.
The police were on his payroll. But someone had discovered this location. Someone was attacking him.
He stood a few steps in front of his sofa, holding his shotgun carefully. He lacked the guts to approach the front gate himself. He did not want to witness the devastation that had horrified his men. He preferred to remain in the relative safety in the center of the room.
He and his troops were all focusing on the main gate. They all expected the onslaught to come from that direction.
Neither of them noticed the other door. Neither of them noticed the back door to the main hall open softly by a fraction of an inch.
Adam did not walk in. He slipped through the little aperture, keeping his body low to the earth.
He moved like a snake, slithering over the floor. He was a shadow in their peripheral view, a fleeting movement that passed unnoticed.
He made his way to the DJ counter, which JokerX had hidden behind throughout the last loop. He concealed himself behind it, his back on the chilly wood.
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