Carnal Immortal
Chapter 126: Big Mistake

Chapter 126: Big Mistake

Amon pulls his right hand back and punches the burly man. An uppercut.

His fist smashes into the burly man’s jaw with such force that what happens next causes sheer terror to run down the remaining four’s spines.

*RIP* *swiss* *SMACK* *SPLAT* *splat* *roll*

The bald head is ripped off from the neck, flying into the air, crashes, bounces around and few times, and rolls right toward the feet of the remaining four stalkers.

As for the burly man’s body, blood starts to shoot out like a fountain before it collapses to the ground.

"wh...what the FUCKKKKKK!" one of them shrills in terror as they see their comrade’s head right in front of their legs. The bulged-out eyes of the severed head stare into their soul with the emotion of shock and fear still trapped in them.

The guy in the front immediately raises his gun and aims it at Amon. His comrades follow suit. They hold on to their positions with their guns pointing at Amon, but when they see Amon still smiling while looking at them, their arms start shaking.

"Who are you!!!" one of them shouts at Amon, tightening his grip around his gun’s handle with both arms, but it still doesn’t stop shaking.

"Come on, don’t be so scared. Aren’t you here to kill me? You can’t just threaten to kill me while pissing yourself. It’s kinda embarrassing," Amon mocks them.

"I have had enough! Time to die, motherfucker!!!" One of them shouts and begins raining bullets on Amon. The remaining three start showering Amon with bullets as well.

But seconds later, they slow down their shooting till they finally come to a stop as they realize that their bullets are just bouncing off of Amon’s body.

Their eyes widen with shock while they slowly lower their arms in fear.

"Run"

All of them turn their backs and make a run for their life.

"What the fuck was he?" one of them questions while running.

"He is a fucking demon,"

"We should have never taken this job. The price was too good to be true, and now we lost Bron,"

"Fuck Bron, he is already dead and I don’t want to end up like him, so shut your mouths and keep running,"

"Guys.... GUYSSSS!"

"WHAT?"

"Why are we going backward?"

"What the fuck do yo-"

The group finally realizes that the alley they are trying to get out of seems to have become never-ending.

Desperation starts creeping as the end of the alley gets further and further away from them. No matter how fast they run, they continue moving backward.

Exhausted and out of breath, they stop, their lungs burning for air while they feel their faces pulse and heat up.

"Oh, you guys are back. I didn’t expect you guys to be in such eagerness to die," they hear Amon’s voice right behind them, sending shivers down their spine.

They slowly turn around to find Amon standing right behind them in the same spot he was before, their comrade’s headless body is still lying in front of Amon’s feet in a massive pool of blood and its head is still right next to their feet.

Their face turns ashen as they conceptualize their fate. They realize that they were here to kill a literal demon and now they are going to die.

"Ok, I’m done playing games. Let’s get this over with," Amon says, steps over the headless body, and approaches them.

"Don’t come near us,"

"Get the fuck back,"

"Aim at his eyes,"

As Amon gets close, they start raining bullets on him again. They specifically target his eyes. Many bullets hit his face and bounce off, some of them even get lucky and manage to hit his eyes, but the result is the same as usual. The bullets bounce off after hitting his eyes.

"Fuck this shit," one of them says, throwing his gun on the ground and tries to run again, but this time, Amon doesn’t plan to fool around anymore.

The man suddenly feels something on his shoulder, pressing down with so much force that his legs give up instantly.

Now, with his knees touching the ground, he turns his head to see someone’s hand pressing down on his right shoulder. He follows the hand up and sees Amon looking down at him.

The man starts sweating profusely. Amon’s face is the very last thing he will see in this life.

Amon increases his grip strength on the man’s shoulder, grabs the top of the man’s head with his other hand, and then rips the man in half.

Seeing their comrade get brutally torn into two pieces, the rest of them lose all their will to run. They get down on their knees and immediately start begging for Amon’s forgiveness.

"Sir, please spare us. We were just trying to earn some money to make a living. We have family and kids, please, please spare us. They need us," they beg, slamming their heads down on the concrete ground.

"Oh, family and kids, you say? Do you think I am an idiot?" Amon asks, amused.

"No sir, you are a god, how dare I even have such a thought,"

"Hahaha, you are a very funny man, I must say. Lying blatantly to my face even after seeing what I did to your friends," Amon says.

He is a being with infinite strength. His powers are unlimited. How could he not know when a lowly mortal is lying to him?

"I am not ly-" the man tries to double down but is instantly put to a stop by Amon. "Shut up!" The man whimpers and shuts his mouth.

"Do you think I don’t know anything about you? Murder, r*pe, extortion, human trafficking, organ trafficking, you guys are involved in almost everything. And on top of that, you lie to me about having a family, and just for that, you deserve death," Amon says and approaches the three.

The three try to back away on their asses, but it’s too late for them.

Screams of horror come out of the alley and after a few seconds, Amon walks out, spotless as ever, as if nothing happened at all. He gets in his car and drives away.

"Martin, you sly little man, I am going to turn your life upside down for doing this," Amon chuckles as he drives back home.

Yes, it was Martin who sent these goons to kill Amon and for that, Amon is going to make Martin’s life miserable.

Amon arrives back at his house and finds Megan all alone in her house, so he decides to fool around with her a little.

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Somewhere in the city, an old man is walking around nervously. Anyone can take one look at the man and tell that he is extremely stressed. And why shouldn’t he be when his career and life are on the line?

"There is no point worrying too much now. I have sent my boys to deal with him. He won’t be alive and all the evidence will be gone," a fat man says while drinking whiskey from an expensive glass.

This fat man is none other than Martin, and the old man is the governor who currently has his balls twisted in fear. When Martin informed him about someone having videos of them r****g multiple girls, he lost his shit.

If those videos get out, his life is over.

"How the fuck did he get those videos? Are you fucking with me, Martin? It was you who did all the preparation. Did you install cameras to blackmail us? If you did, trust me, I am going to fucking ruin your life before the others get any chance," the governor threatens Martin.

"I have nothing to do with this, and why would I record myself committing all those crimes? I am not an idiot to take such enormous risks. Someone within our circle must have done it," Martin says.

"But that still doesn’t explain how some random man in this city got the hold of those videos," the governor questions.

"I too am confused by this. You need to launch an investigation and find out the mole amongst us, as there might be more copies of those videos," Martin suggests.

"FUCK!!!" the governor angrily punches a vase that was next to him.

The vase goes flying and shatters on the ground, right in front of a maid who just stepped into the room.

The maid flinches and screams in fear.

"Shut the fuck up!" the governor shouts at her. The maid immediately shuts up. Her legs are bleeding as chips of the vase managed to cut her.

"Master..." she builds up the courage to speak up.

"What is it?" he asks angrily.

"There is a parcel for you and Mr. Martin outside in front of the porch," she answers.

The governor frowns and turns toward Martin.

"Did you order anything?" the governor asks.

"No..." Martin answers.

"Then whose parcel is it? No one should know about this place. What the fucking is going on, Martin?" the governor raises his voice.