I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal
Chapter 79: Revenge (3)

Chapter 79: Revenge (3)

His guys, who were already on edge, quickly moved to obey. Two of them separated from the main group and rushed towards the two boys.

Eric and Joseph’s eyes became wide with horror. "No! No, we did nothing!" Eric sobbed with a high-pitched howl. "We have no idea what is occurring! We are only students! We had nothing to do with this!"

Their cries were ignored. The mercenaries seized them violently, yanking them to their feet. They forced them against a nearby wall, forcing them to kneel. One of the soldiers stood over them with his weapon pointed directly at their heads. The other rejoined the main group, which was now moving slowly toward the locked main gate.

Meanwhile, Adam was already inside.

He had not utilized the main entrance. It would have been foolish. Instead, he circled the entire club with supernatural speed, doing a full recon in under a minute. His heightened senses supplied him information.

He counted them. Sixty persons in total. The troops stationed beyond the cordon carried automatic guns. However, the guards at the back gates and the workers inside were unarmed.

Adam’s lips were met with a frigid smile. This was everything he needed to know. The main force was focused at the front. The back was a weak target.

He discovered a narrow lane behind the club. It was dim and packed with overflowing trash containers. Without hesitation, he leapt. His body was a feather. He landed quietly on top of a massive metal dustbin.

From there, he leaped again, effortlessly clearing the high boundary wall that bordered the club’s backyard. A normal human would not have been able to accomplish this accomplishment.

However, Adam was no longer normal. With all of his stats above 100, he was a demi superhuman in a school uniform. He was semi-superhuman.

He landed in a silent crouch on the opposite side of the wall. The back of the club was desolate. The courtyard was small, with a few potted plants and a service entrance. No one was present.

The guards were all in front. He moved rapidly, slipping into the darkness. He spotted a large thick shrub at the back wall and hid behind it.

From here, he could see the service door and a tiny portion of the club’s interior through a window. He was a predator, waiting for the right opportunity to attack.

He was within their club, and no one knew he was there. He settled in to wait, his breathing slow and steady, his thinking like a cool calm sea. He would allow them to stew in their terror. He would let their paranoia grow. And when they were most vulnerable, he would start the hunt.

Adam hid in the brush and observed the back of the club. He was extremely patient. He was like a lion, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Soon, a man began walking near his hiding position. The man was a soldier and one of the nasty guys.

Adam did not wait. As soon as the man passed him, he moved. He remained utterly Silence. He appeared to be holding a gun. It came from his inventory.

He raised the gun. He targeted cautiously. He pulled the trigger.

The firearm produced a soft phht sound. The soldier’s head snapped backward. A little hole emerged in his head. He collapsed to the ground. He had died. He never saw Adam.

One was down.

Adam began to move. He was going slowly. He remained in the shadows. He spotted another guard. He did the exact same thing. He shot the man in the head with his quiet rifle. The man fell without making a sound.

He continued doing this. He strolled around the outside of the club. He was like a ghost. He killed all of the guards outside. Every kill was quick and clean. They were unaware that the threat was already inside of them.

When he finished, twelve guys had died. Their bodies remained shrouded in the dark. The folks inside the club had no idea. They continued to believe that they were safe.

But Adam knew they would find out quickly. Someone would notice that the guards were not communicating over their radios. He had to move quickly.

He did not squander time. He walked to the club’s main door. It was the same door he had used before. This time, though, things were different. This time, he was not the one who fell into a trap. He was the trap.

He unlocked the large door and stepped into the corridor. When he last came here, the hallway was vacant. It was now filled with men. A significant number of soldiers stood there. They appeared worried. Adam knew immediately. They realized something was awry.

However, they were not staring at the door. They were all looking at the same man. The man was speaking into a walkie-talkie. He was trying to summon the guards outside. they heard an odd noise. the guards simply stopped answering their radios.

Adam observed them. They had their rifles but were not prepared to battle. They were puzzled. They were attempting to find out what was going on. They were going to walk outside and check. This was a major mistake.

Adam began his attack.

He took out a second rifle from his stockpile. Now he held a quiet gun in each hand. He did not make a noise. He did not squander a moment. He started running.

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We are so grateful to each and every one of you for joining the adventure! Your assistance is greatly appreciated. I appreciate each and every one of your Power Stones, which are like mana potions that keep me writing if you are enjoying the story.

Let us have some fun now! I want YOU in this world. The new signature technique is about to be named by our hero. What ought it to be called?

Leave your most inventive suggestions in the comments section! I will choose my favorite, and it will be included in the story’s canon with a special mention for you.

I am eager to read your insightful recommendations!

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