Jack cald down; the gunshot gave him a little ti to get the big gun and pushed it in Amanda's hand as he realized the bullet was not normal.
"Take the gun to save your life," Jack said, then concentrated on the bike, which was still following him.
"Clark, that's not a normal assassin. Keep your head low; use the fucking car to block him," Jack said on the phone, which was connected to the Range Rover.
"Doctor, the bike is too speedy," Clark's voice ca in as he sat down on the vehicle after Jack's warning.
"I know. We've two monsters in our hand; let's use them," Jack said as he focused more on driving.
*Bang*
A gunshot rang out, this ti bursting Jack's tire. However, Jack had anticipated this. A regular bullet wouldn't penetrate his skin so easily, yet this one not only tore through but was also harming his body.
"Doctor, what monster?" Clark asked, as he was confused in this scenario.
"Our cars? That's just a damn small bike!" Jack exclaid. "Let's hit the brakes together and get on our feet. In this open valley, he won't get far on foot." Jack's plan was to stop both cars simultaneously, creating multiple targets and forcing the assassin to hesitate. That brief mont of indecision would be all the window they needed.
"Alright, let's do it on three," Clark said, preparing to count down.
"Three," Jack said this, pressing his brakes.
*Screech*
*Screech*
Jack's car braked first, followed a second later by Mr. Smith hitting the brakes. Jack acted quickly, not wanting to risk being shot a third ti. As he anticipated, the biker slowed down and dismounted from his bike.
Jack kicked open his door and drew both guns from behind him. Despite the sharp pain in his injured leg, he gritted his teeth and aid, firing both weapons at the bike.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Jack fired four shots, and at that mont, Clark stepped out of his car, aiming his gun at the bike. The bike was now parked sideways, with the biker using it as cover.
Mr. Smith also pulled out a gun, but he was more concerned about his daughter, so he moved towards Jack's car.
Jack was anticipating this was a side character and not a simple one. Arslan, who was seated behind the bike, was smiling under his helt; he pulled out another pistol from his waist.
As both Jack and Arslan were facing each other, both of them got a notification in front of them.
[Ding!! Congratulations on finding another system, Kill the user to get a free update/free skill.
Arslan saw the free update on his Level 1 System, and Jack saw the free skill on his Level 5 system.
Arslan, seeing this, was shocked; Jack, on the other hand, was expecting sothing dramatic like this as the doom was getting closer, and sothing like this was normal.
Jack wanted to get closer to the system user, knowing that his Azazel's Sword could kill the target within a five-ter range. Beyond that, it would only inflict minor damage to the person's soul.
"Clark, Get in the car and go around him. Let's try this way; if it doesn't work, I'll finish it, no worries. Jack said calmly as he has many trump cards up his sleeves.
"Doc, are you certain about that?" Clark asked one last ti; seeing Jack nodding his head, he ran towards the Range Rover and started it.
Arslan, on the other hand, was rethinking this whole thing. Jack was not a normal individual, and Arslan wanted to retreat. The bullet he was using was coated with rustic poison, which could easily kill ten elephants, but Jack was still walking. This ant he was an individual who was at least Level 50.
Jack, on the other hand, also understood it was the best ti to attack; if he misses this great chance, he'll regret it.
Jack started to look intensely at the bike where the person behind it was moving slowly.
*BANG*
Jack, seeing the movent behind the bike, shot from his Glock 42; the bullet missed its target because the pistol system ca with a bullet dodge skill.
Clark drove from far and looked at the helt-wearing man dodging Jack's bullet with inhumane movent.
Clark gulped nervously and pulled out his gun, firing from a distance. Noticing Clark's movents, Jack quickly followed suit, opening fire as well.
Jack was closing in with each shot, but halfway through, both his and Clark's bullets ran out. Despite this, Jack smiled, keeping his gun aid at the biker.
Arslan couldn't help but smile, despite the constant beads of sweat dripping down his face. He was pushing his limits, using a skill that drained his energy with every passing mont. As he focused, he noticed Jack's Glock 42 and P365 Nitron Compact run dry, the last bullet now gone.
Arslan could instantly recognize the sound of each gunshot. It was an innate skill he was born with, as every gun made a unique sound in his ears.
Arslan confidently glanced toward Clark, who was reloading his Glock 27. A smile crossed his face as he swiftly grabbed both of his guns and stood up, ready for whatever ca next.
As soon as he stood up *BANG* *BANG*, Jack pulled the trigger as he got a skill on unlimited bullets, which let him shoot if he used money.
The first two bullets slamd into Arslan's back with blinding speed, catching him off guard. He was stunned, his mind racing in confusion. How could Jack still be firing? Arslan had been certain that Jack's gun was empty, and he expected it would take at least a second for Jack to reload—just enough ti for him to prepare. But the bullets ca quicker than he anticipated.
Jack's bullets, perfectly fired and enhanced by the system, struck Arslan with devastating precision, causing serious damage. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, and Arslan felt his consciousness slipping away rapidly. Before he could react, he collapsed face-first to the ground.
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