OLD-WORLD EXTRA Chapter 60 Clean Up II

60 Clean Up II

His body tingled with adrenaline as he stood on the other side, the thrill of the mont coursing through his veins.

Emir then turned around and fired a long burst from his rifle, aiming to take them down to the last of their group.

His every motion was swift and calculated, as he continued to fire off rounds from his weapon, each shot finding its mark.

So went down instantly with a fatal shot to the head, while others tried to run for cover and were hit in the body as they scurried away, their weak points obscured from his vantage point.

The carnage left in his wake was a testant to his prowess and lethal accuracy.

No sooner had the last of the gang mbers fallen to the ground, their bodies riddled with bullets, than more erged from the shadows.

Emir took aim at the man charging towards him, his gun raised high, but he noticed a muzzle flash coming from his gun.

Ti seed to slow as he activated his ability, allowing Emir to react faster than his shots.

Emir sidestepped the first volley of bullets, then used his enhanced speed to close in on him.

He delivered a swift elbow strike to the side of his head, causing him to stumble.

Before he could regain his footing, Emir followed up with a quick kick to his chest, sending him flying backward.

With a swift motion, Emir swung his rifle around, taking aim at the approaching mber's head.

A loud crack resounded as his head exploded with the bullet tearing through it from one end to the next.

The subsequent mbers ca at him in pairs, Emir ducked and weaved between their attacks, returning fire with deadly accuracy.

Each shot hit its mark, taking them down one after another.

The fight raged on, and he found himself growing more exhausted by the minute.

His breath grew labored, and fatigue seeped into his muscles.

Each strike required a greater effort, as his arms were slowly becoming heavy, and his legs were starting to ache, a testant to his ceaseless dance of evasion and counterattacks

But he couldn't stop now.

Emir had to keep going, take down every last one of them.

One of the gang mbers tried to get the drop on him from behind, but Emir was too quick.

He spun around and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

As the man hit the ground, Emir brought the butt of his gun down hard on his head, crushing his skull.

With every passing mont, more and more mbers of the Steel Rats gang rushed at him from the warehouse.

He took down each one thodically, his ti-dilation ability giving him an apparent advantage as he took aim and fired.

Erging from the shadows, a burly man wielding a crackling shock baton closed in on Emir.

He lunged at Emir with surprising speed, but he sidestepped his attack and swung his HX-10 at his head, knocking him unconscious.

Emir quickly followed up with a shot to the brain, ensuring he wouldn't get back up.

The next two mbers ca at him together, both wielding electric knives.

They swung their weapons in unison, but Emir managed to dodge their attacks and fire a shot at each of them.

The first went down with a shot to the head, while the second was hit in the leg and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Shut up!" Emir exclaid as he closed the distance, his boot connecting with bone, a sharp crack resounding as the man's cries abruptly ceased, swallowed by the silence of his final mont.

The silence was soon replaced by heavy footsteps, signaling the approach of more mbers.

Not wasting any ti Emir took cover behind nearby debris like usual.

A lone figure stood apart within the chaos, pistol raised with malice glinting in their eyes.

Emir's trigger finger responded with deadly precision, a symphony of gunfire erupting from his weapon, orchestrating the mber's swift demise.

Another mber tried to flank him, but Emir was ready for him, killing him with a quick shot to the neck and blasting his head off.

The third and fourth mbers ca charging at Emir together, one wielding a machete and the other carrying a long katana-like sword.

Their strategy was to overpower him with their combined strength and take him down before he could react, as they both donned augnted suits.

Their heavy footsteps vibrated the ground as they closed in on him.

He slowed down ti and calculated his next move.

'One aiming at the head, the other at my chest,' he thought, as he eyed their body movents.

Only when that thought crossed his mind did he resu the flow of ti back to normal.

His calculations proved accurate as the attacker with the machete swung at his head, but he swiftly ducked with remarkable agility, his mind already anticipating the next move.

The other mber ca at him with the sword, aiming for his chest with a vertical swing.

Emir stepped to the side, evading the attack, then quickly countered with a swift kick to the knee.

While the katana wielder was recoiling from his attack, the guy with the machete ca at Emir again.

This ti, Emir used his rifle to fire multiple shots at the man's legs, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

And before he could even get up, Emir used the butt of his HX-10 assault rifle to knock him out.

While that happened the samurai wannabe recovered from Emir's kick and swung at him again.

Emir quickly dodged to the side and countered with a series of punches to the face.

The man stumbled back, dazed, but quickly regained his balance and ca at Emir once more.

With slowed ti, Emir was able to react quickly to his next attack.

He ca at him from the side and grabbed the handle of the katana mid-swing and quickly twisted it out of his hands, sending it flying across the room.

Then, with a powerful knee strike to his gut, Emir knocked him to the ground.

The man lay there, writhing in pain, but he wasn't hurting for long.

With a few well-placed shots aid at their heads, he made sure that they would stay down, ending their suffering.

As he exhaled a shaky breath, a mix of exhilaration and weariness painted Emir's face.

His eyes scanned the aftermath, the littered battlefield, taking in the cost of the encounter.

"Fun," he murmured, a tinge of dark amusent threading through his voice, his body yearning for respite even as his mind anticipated the battles yet to co.

Emir had taken down more than thirty or so mbers so far, but there were still more to go, not accounting for the leader, which would give him the most trouble out of the lot.

'Hopefully, this doesn't take too long, I need to get back soon.' He thought, slightly excited, the dark hue in his eyes increasing in intensity.

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