The warehouse door closed, plunging the room into pitch darkness. The enclosed space was devoid of light, much darker than outside.
The three mbers of the S Organization were unfazed by this darkness, being highly skilled in stealth assassinations. They could perceive the positions of the people opposite them.
But suddenly, the lights in the room blazed on, accompanied by a muffled groan. John Carter staggered back a few steps, one hand clutching his neck and the other pointing forward, eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Jas!" John Carlton Jr. exclaid in panic, rushing towards Robert Brown.
Suddenly, the hand Robert Brown was using to cover his neck slipped away, revealing a bloodied gash. The wound abruptly burst open, and blood spurted like a fountain. His neck artery had been severed; there was no hope of saving him. Mouth agape, Robert Brown fell into a pool of blood, unwilling to accept his fate, unable to comprehend how he died so swiftly without even seeing his attacker.
"Watch out!" Andrew Johnson shouted. John Carlton Jr. imdiately sensed danger, lunging forward to evade a strike from behind, breaking into a cold sweat. If not for Andrew Johnson’s warning, he would have t the sa fate. Quickly turning around, he saw Andrew Johnson exchanging blows with his assailant, realizing it was not his quick reflex but Andrew’s intervention that saved him.
"How’s this for a party favor?" Jas Brown lanted silently. Had it not been for Andrew’s tily action, his consecutive strikes would have killed them both. Nonetheless, he achieved his initial goal of killing one. Pausing, he stood on the spot, arms crossed, smiling at Andrew Johnson and John Carlton Jr.
Jas Brown’s confidence made Andrew Johnson’s heart skip. With a glare at Jas, he said, "This is a trap!"
Jas Brown laughed, "You’re not that dumb." Pulling sothing from his pocket, he flicked it towards Andrew Johnson, taunting, "You thought you could track us with this little gadget, not realizing we knew all along. You’ve underestimated the SSUP People."
It was a tracker. Andrew Johnson initially thought the man before him was bluffing, but seeing the tracker, he understood they had been lured here.
Yet, Andrew Johnson and John Carlton Jr. were not easily defeated. Although aware they had fallen for a trap, they remained calm. Andrew chuckled, "Even if we’ve been duped, what can you do? You think you can keep us here, alone?"
Jas Brown smiled faintly, "You just want to reveal my capabilities, don’t you?"
Andrew’s expression shifted, surprised by how easily Jas saw through his ploy.
Suddenly, Jas shouted, "For dealing with you two from SN Country, I need no one else. I alone am enough!"
Andrew gave John a look, prompting him to dash towards the warehouse door. He imdiately turned back, whispering, "The door’s locked from the outside."
Jas fixed his gaze on them, speaking haughtily, "You J Citizens pride yourselves on P Etiquette. I’ve had us locked inside so only one side cos out alive. If you want to escape, kill . Otherwise, surrender your lives."
Intense battle spirits rose in Andrew’s and John’s eyes. They wouldn’t back down against Jas’s arrogance.
"I am Andrew Johnson, and he’s John Carlton Jr. We belong to the S Organization," Andrew said, not bothering to hide his identity.
Jas sneered, "Oh, just two small fry from the S Organization. My na is Jas Brown."
"Jas Brown?" Andrew and John showed confusion, unfamiliar with this na. They had never heard of such a skilled SSUP person.
"Jas Brown is my real na. To let you die knowing, I’ll tell you my other na... Michael Hall!"
"Michael Hall!" both Andrew and John shouted in surprise. They might not know Jas Brown, but the na Michael Hall was renowned. Michael Hall was SSUP’s strongest Green Berets, ranked in the top five global Super Special Forces Soldiers. They hadn’t expected to encounter Michael on this mission.
This is truly a case of the na acting like the shadow of the tree. As soon as John Brown announced his na, the two guys imdiately lost their composure. Despite their strength, they didn’t believe they could match the likes of Michael Hall.
John Brown let out a cold laugh and said, "I can give you both an opportunity. Cooperate with properly, and I might spare your lives!"
"Ha..." Andrew Johnson suddenly let out a long laugh and then shouted with a fierce tone, "If we could die at the hands of the famous Michael Hall, it would be our honor. Co and see if our SN Country’s martial arts are inferior to yours!"
From the mont John Brown entered, he began exerting pressure on them, indeed breaking their spirit quite a bit. However, he didn’t expect that the two of them were ntally resilient and adjusted quickly. Yet, his purpose was achieved, instilling fear in their hearts.
In a battle between experts, the difference is often minimal. Victory depends on experience, skill, and a few other factors, which John Brown excels at utilizing. Seeing the two of them charge forward, he too shouted loudly, his body charging at Andrew Johnson with the force of a speeding tank.
Andrew Johnson didn’t dare to take John Brown’s charge head-on. Without knowing the fa of John Brown as Michael Hall, he might not have been afraid, but knowing it, he realized how strong his opponent was. Recklessly clashing would certainly put him at a disadvantage, so he only sought to protect himself first and then find a chance to deliver John Brown a fatal blow.
He retreated quickly, raising his hand, and a dagger appeared in it. He straightened his arm, aiming to stab at John Brown’s shoulder, but he didn’t dare to go all out, fearing another trick from John Brown. He was ready to change moves at any ti, defending against John Brown’s attack, seeking safety over rit.
But he quickly realized how foolish this approach was. John Brown’s real target was John Carlton, not him. Quickly planting his foot firmly, he charged forward to chase after John Brown, trying to save John Carlton.
Unfortunately, even though he realized it, it was too late. John Carlton was already intimidated by the na of Michael Hall. He could only unleash 30-40% of his full strength, and John Brown’s sudden concentrated attack further broke his spirit. Even with a K Sword in hand, it beca a burden, unable to attack or even defend himself against John Brown.
If he had thrown away the K Sword, he could at least have resisted one move from John Brown. Even if he couldn’t fully neutralize the attack, he could keep his life by suffering a bit. Unfortunately, with his mind in turmoil, he failed to drop the K Sword, choosing instead to engage John Brown with one hand, ensuring his downfall.
With two heavy thuds, John Brown retreated rapidly, while Andrew Johnson finally arrived, but it was too late to reach John Brown. Looking at John Carlton, he spewed a mouthful of blood, his body limply falling to the ground, with a look in his eyes like Robert Brown’s earlier — both horrified and unwilling. At least he knew whose hands he had died under.
"Andrew Johnson, it seems your M Region mbers are nothing special, simply incapable of withstanding a single blow!" John Brown lit a cigarette, mocking Andrew Johnson to the fullest.
Andrew Johnson was imnsely angry, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He knew that the more furious he got, the greater the disadvantage he faced. Staring at John Brown, he said, "Michael Hall, I thought you were a formidable force, but I didn’t expect you to be a despicable scoundrel, only using deceitful sches against others."
John Brown laughed heartily and said, "I say, SN Country, are you out of your mind? You planned to kidnap Lucy Campbell. Is that a righteous act? And now you talk to about deceitful sches?"
Andrew Johnson was left speechless, snorted, and said, "Right now, it’s a duel between us. You should be fighting us openly. Using deceit and trickery makes you despicable."
"Fine, since you want an open fight, let’s do it!" John Brown tossed the cigarette butt aside, stepping towards Andrew Johnson.
Andrew Johnson cursed in his heart, with his two helpers already taken down by John Brown. Now, this guy wanted to fight him openly. His fighting spirit had waned, thinking only about how to escape.
Earlier, when John Carlton went to check the exit, although it was locked outside, he discreetly signaled Andrew Johnson that it was an easy exit, just a lock outside. As long as he unexpectedly rushed to the door and broke through, it wouldn’t be difficult to escape.
But to do this, he couldn’t let John Brown see his intention. If John Brown blocked the door, he would have no chance. Picking up John Carlton’s K Sword, he roared, swinging it down at John Brown with a seemingly unstoppable force fitting a martial arts master.
"Good timing!" John Brown shouted and charged towards the blade, fighting Andrew Johnson with his Reinforced Punches against the K Sword.
In this fight, Andrew Johnson felt a bit more grounded ntally. Although he was still inferior to John Brown and would die if it ca to a life-or-death struggle, he had a good chance of escape. His strikes were fierce yet always left so room, gradually moving towards the warehouse door. His plan seed to succeed, now just three steps from the door, very close to escape.
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