This wasn't the first ti I was using Echo, the minute we had gotten out of the taxi I checked out the building and when we stepped into it I checked it once more.
"Quite convenient."
Now as I scanned the building after Sleazy's shenanigan, I noticed that the 9 n in the room down the corridor behind the door had all moved from their casual positions and were all arming themselves.
Surprisingly though, rather than wait to ambush , they hid their guns and returned to their usual potion and it made think that perhaps Sleazy hadn't tagged as a kill-on-sight threat.
"Man, this is painful." I thought to myself gritting my teeth as my head throbbed.
In under 5 minutes, I had used echo 4 tis in succession and though its range didn't go anything beyond 30 ters, its continuous use caused my head to ache.
"So much to improve" I whispered to myself.
With a bright smile, Sleazy got the door open, and following behind him I entered a corridor.
"Sleazy, what does Abul look like"
Abul was the man who Sleazy had been talking with on the phone and he was second in command.
Mike ran a ring which encompassed parts of Colorado and Los Angeles and whenever Mike was in Los Angeles, Abul ran things in Colorado.
"He's average, has black hair, is a little bit slim and has a moustache."
Sleazy's words made frown as I found three matches and as we reached the door behind which lay predators, I hit him with another question.
"Does Abul wear glasses?"
"Yes," Sleazy instinctively said his guard let down by his belief that he already had in a trap.
By the ti Sleazy made a realization of what I had just asked him, a strike to his neck had him falling to the ground, and rubbing my forehead, I had my twin weapons appear in my hands.
Taking two steps away from the door, I raised my guns and using Echo, let my bullets fly through it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every 4 seconds, I used Echo to readjust my aim and though this thod was wasteful considering how the inhabitants of the room continuously changed their position, leaving firing at nothing during the seconds after I had used Echo, I had bullets to waste.
For nearly a minute my desert eagles remained hot and when the muzzle stopped releasing bullets I sighed.
Out of the 9 n, 6 were dead. Two had managed to hide behind obstacles my bullet couldn't penetrate and as for the last who wore glasses, I spared him.
"I could use a smoke bomb right now" I thought, opening the system shop, but then a second later having to ignore it and move away from in front of the door as it was smashed through.
Unfortunately, after getting here and using my first echo, I realized that Mike wasn't around and that left having to value Abul.
Knowing that he put on glasses, when I released hell on the room, I spared him of any bullet now he was full of confidence and had gone on the offensive.
While the other two remained hiding with their gun close to their chest, Abul ran forward and smashed through the bullet-ridden door and as his figure entered the corridor, I who had moved to the side, quickly threw out a kick.
My kick wasn't ant for Abul's head or chest, but for his right hand, and it did well in sending the gun he held flying out of his hand.
Taking a step forward, I raised my arms, both hands ard with a gun and while one pointed into the room, the other moved to hold Abul at gunpoint.
I fired the gun in my left hand, hitting one of the two n who had co out of his position behind a thick bookshelf.
My bullet hit him straight on the chest and while I was internally nodding to success on that front, I could only watch as Abul kicked away the gun in my right hand and forced to retest with an axe kick that left a crack on the ground.
I had seen Abul's kick coming, but hadn't been prepared for the speed with which he moved and so lost my weapon.
"He's not ordinary."
Successfully evading his heavy kick, I looked at the crack his foot had made on the floor and then looked up at him.
"You have quite fast reflexes," he said with a smile, not perturbed that my left hand still held a gun.
He was quite composed and full of confidence, his eye containing a surety I could find in myself on most days.
"So what are you, FBI, Undercover police or DEA."
"Where is Mike," I asked.
"He had a flight to catch, he's gone already," Abul said pushing up his glasses.
"Where is Sleazy, don't tell that bastard ratted out even the secret code to you."
"No, he's down there" I said pointing to the foot of the door was a passed-out Sleazy was covered in debris from the broken door.
"Is he alive"
"Yes. Where did Mike go."
"If you pay a million, I'll tell you," Abul said and then when I raised an eyebrow he bolted forward.
Abul was cocky and full of confidence and I couldn't bla him, with the strength and speed I had, if so normal person pointed a gun at , I would also be unbothered, but the key punt here was soone normal.
Bang!!
Bang!!
Abul moved at speeds that were nearly a blur to the eyes and faster than one could react, but to , it was only a bit of a hassle to follow his movents. The worst was that with ntal, I already saw him move before he did and his route had been clearly laid out before .
As soone who I considered quite useful, my two bullets struck Abul on his left thigh, sending him crashing to the ground but then to my surprise after a roll, with his left leg, he shot towards .
"He isn't a softie," I thought, wanting to take a step forward and end Abul's charge with a kick, but then rapidly taking two steps backwards as a bullet whizzed past my previous position, the other survivor in the room getting in on the action.
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