My Realistic Adult Game-Chapter 142 - 69: Slaughter Is Redemption
The bullet mercilessly headed for the backs of the three people.
Thud, the bodies fell to the ground.
I slowly stood up, moved to the right alley, and leaned under a rolling shutter door. Like a sleeping homeless person, or a dead corpse.
Soon footsteps came again.
"What happened? Someone’s dead, damn it. The attacker is nearby, everyone in the brothel is dead, find him!"
"How do we find him?"
"His characteristics?"
"A prostitute saw him, wearing a black coat, young, very handsome!"
"You guys guard the entrance of Zone 7, others scatter, shoot if you encounter a dangerous guy."
I lay on the ground, quietly, no one noticed me.
Maybe you’d say this is a miracle, or that it’s a movie, impossible to be real.
No, no, no, this is a fact. In the lightless, dark slum, it’s hard to spot someone lying on the ground. Coupled with the attack, the fear and tension brought by death, it’s very easy to overlook whether it’s a living person or a corpse on the ground.
Even their own comrades’ bodies they wouldn’t carefully recognize, I lay on the ground like a homeless person or a corpse.
Perhaps someone would complain, bullshit! Are those thugs idiots?
Yes! They are fools; they aren’t well-trained soldiers. This isn’t a battlefield but their hunting ground. They wouldn’t finish off a body on the ground because it’s their comrade’s body.
What is most terrifying is not stupidity, but inertia.
As I watched the space around me clear again, I slowly stood up, leaning beside the rolling shutter door, enveloped by darkness.
Two thugs walked towards the central street, their backs to me. At that instant, I opened my eyes, my right hand grasping the dagger.
In two quick steps, I reached behind them, covering the mouth of the one on the left with my left hand, and plunged the dagger into his neck with my right hand.
At the moment blood spurted, the AK in the left thug’s hand couldn’t change direction; my dagger thrust into the back of his neck.
Thud, the blood splattered across my cheek.
I took off his brown jacket and put it on, picked up the AK on the ground, and shouted in Spanish. "Damn it, someone’s dead here!"
I squatted down pretending to check the body’s condition. Soon, a string of footsteps approached me. When a person is in danger, what do they need most?
Calmness!
I handled it well; I should say I was very bold.
"Damn it, Diego is dead." A thug looked down to check his comrade’s body.
"Where did he go?"
I looked at the body, pointed deep into the alley, "I saw a shadow run inside."
"Follow me!" The thug grabbed an Uzi and rushed into the alley with 6 brothers.
I raised the AK74m!
My finger pulled the cold trigger!
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The muzzle flared with ruthless fire, a swarm of bullets flying into the dark.
The 7.62MM caliber bullets aren’t like those in movies, not penetrating car doors, not penetrating wooden boards. In reality, they can easily penetrate two people!
In a narrow space, with someone firing behind with an AK, you can guess the end for the guys in front.
Bullets brought up a cloud of blood mist, along with a series of wails.
The alley was silent. The bodies of 7 thugs lay in the alley, never expecting that the bullets came from the brother who just gave them information.
I dropped the AK, lay on the ground, and covered my blood-stained cheek with my hand, "Damn, where is he? I’m injured!"
If Mia or Sofia saw me now, they’d surely give a thumbs up and say, "Kenny, you’re an Oscar-winning actor!"
If Amir saw me now, he’d probably say, "Son of a bitch! Kenny, you’re a scoundrel!"
I once again used a deceptive decoy action; I will turn this place into hell.
