I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal
Chapter 71: jokerX

Chapter 71: jokerX

Adam watched as they all started to flee. The skilled combatants who were meant to kill him fled like terrified kids. He had no feelings. No arrogance. No respite. He just saw the next move.

He raised his pistol. He had a steady arm. He aimed it at their rear ends. He squeezed the trigger with his finger.

There was a loud crack in the club as the shot was fired. Then another. And yet another. The loud music was broken by the gun’s constant, quick burst of noise. His gun fired so quickly that the men had no time to think. They had no time to respond.

One man fell. Then the next. They dropped to the floor one after another. There were no screams just the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground. In just a few seconds the room was littered with the men who had come to kill him.

But the one called JokerX was quick. He dove over the large DJ counter. He crashed behind it and disappeared from view.

Adam did not chase him. He moved smoothly to a large pillar that held up the ceiling. He pressed his back against the hard concrete using it for cover. He took a slow breath. The air smelled like smoke and fear.

He checked his gun. The magazine was empty. He had used all his bullets. He was not worried. He knew what to do. He reached his hand out and a new magazine appeared from his inventory. It was full of bullets. He pushed it into his gun until it clicked. He was ready to fight again.

Behind the DJ counter JokerX was breathing hard. His heart pounded in his chest. He could not believe what had just happened. He was terrified. He searched under the counter for his own weapon. His hands were shaking. He finally felt the cold metal of a submachine gun and grabbed it.

This was not right. This was not the plan. The information he got was clear. Adam was just a school kid. A normal boy who made a powerful family angry. It was supposed to be an easy job. Kill the boy get the money. His friends Eric and Joseph had brought him right to them.

But this boy was not normal. The way he moved was too perfect. The way he shot the gun was too calm. He was not a scared kid. He was a professional killer. JokerX had seen men like him before. He had hired them. This boy was one of them.

Who was he? JokerX could not get the question out of his head. Was it all a lie? Was this a trap? Could the boy have been a well-known killer? The government may have wanted him killed. The government occasionally used wealthy families as a pretext to avoid dealing with its own issues. Was he merely a piece in a larger scheme? He felt cold at the thought. This was not what he had expected. He had no desire to engage in combat with a government agent. All he wanted was to murder a child and become wealthy.

JokerX held his gun tightly and pulled out his phone. His hands still shook as he made a call. Someone answered on the other side.

"Get in here now!" he shouted into the phone. His voice was full of anger and fear. "Everyone come to the main room! And bring your guns! Bring all of them!"

He was calling all his men. The guards at the doors. The men in the other rooms. He needed everyone here right now.

Adam heard him. His senses were very sharp. He heard the angry shout from behind the counter. He heard the sound of men running. They were coming from all directions. More enemies were on their way.

A cold feeling washed over Adam. It was frustration. He had done it again. He had made a mistake. He thought the men in this room were the only ones. He thought killing them would be the end of it. It was the same stupid mistake he always made. The same mistake with the bomb at his house.

The same mistake with the killers at Sophia’s house. He kept underestimating his enemies. He was supposed to be learning. He was supposed to be getting smarter. But he kept falling into the same trap.

He was so angry with himself. He was tired of failing. He was tired of his own weakness.

He lifted his free hand. He brought it to his face and slapped himself. The sound was sharp and loud in the quiet room. His cheek stung from the force of the blow. The small pain helped him focus.

He let out a long breath. "I let my feelings get in the way," he whispered to himself. "I will not make that mistake again."

The rage had vanished. The annoyance had vanished. Now he felt nothing but a quiet, cold emptiness. He was a one-purpose machine. He had just resolved the issue of emotion.

Adam kept his freshly reloaded firearm near his chest. He was prepared. His gaze was fixed on the DJ counter’s edge. There would be more men, he knew. He was outnumbered and surrounded.

Because of this, Adam is happy with his life.

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