My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 81 - 45: No One Can Threaten Me

Chapter 81: Chapter 45: No One Can Threaten Me

"WHAT?" Carlos’s expression froze. What did I say? Give him a minute to switch to another threatening approach?

"I don’t accept such threats." I meant it. No one can threaten me with my family; only dead men can threaten me.

"WHAT? Hahaha!" As if he was hallucinating, Carlos burst into laughter, looking at the bodyguards nearby, "Did you hear that, did you hear what he said? He doesn’t accept my threats. Hahahaha!"

The four bodyguards also laughed, as if they had seen an idiot.

"Hahaha, kid, are you kidding me?" Carlos happily drank champagne, "You’re humorous, I like you more and more. You’ve made my day!"

I glanced at my watch, "I’m not joking, you have thirty seconds left."

"Hahaha, interesting, I’m looking forward to how you’ll resist me. Many people have courage, but do you know what that means?" Carlos picked up a cigar.

"WHAT?" I asked calmly.

"That means stupidity. In this world, status and voice are always decided by power. Now, are you clear about your position?

In my eyes, you’re just a weak ant. I can easily kill you, including your family. The mercy I offer you, you should cherish it instead of provoking me.

Do you understand?" Carlos’s gaze turned fierce.

"I know the Johnny Clan, a small clan. Do you think I care about them? NO, I don’t care. When I want you to do something, you must say yes.

This is my advice to you."

I glanced at my watch.

Relaxing my body, I twisted my shoulders, stretching my arms. "OK!"

"GOOD, that’s a good child." Carlos smiled contentedly, thinking he had achieved his goal; I had compromised.

"No, you’re wrong too."

"WHAT?" Cloth curiously looked at me.

"I wasn’t agreeing to your suggestion; I meant time’s up."

I reached out to grab the fork on the coffee table and turned to throw it while everyone was still unresponsive. The fork pierced the eye socket of Bodyguard No. 1 on the left.

"GOD, ahhhh!" Bodyguard No. 1 clutched his eye as blood sprayed from the socket.

Bodyguard No. 2 on the right barely saw what I had done.

I had already turned, using my left foot as support, and side-kicked with my right leg into Bodyguard No. 2’s groin.

The fatal area was attacked; immense power instantly crushed his testicles.

Agonizing pain filled Bodyguard No. 2’s nerves.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed and knelt on the ground.

Bodyguards No. 3 and No. 4 looked at me incredulously. One person, without any weapons, I actually chose to resist.

Such a foolish act.

Bodyguard No. 4 rushed forward, hugging my body and securing my arms so I couldn’t attack.

"Kid, you’re dead!"

After speaking, he found my head growing larger, occupying his entire field of vision.

In less than 0.5 seconds, I leaned back and hit his fragile nose with my head.

In the human body, some organs won’t strengthen no matter how you train them.

They are different from muscles, different from bones.

Even the strongest man in the world has a vulnerable throat, groin, and nose.

These areas are either cartilage or have no cartilage at all.

No muscles, no bones, no protection whatsoever.

The nose is one of the most fragile organs in the human body.

After being struck hard by me, blood sprayed from the nasal cavity.

The nasal cartilage was broken by me; the intense pain caused Bodyguard No. 4 to loosen his hands. I grabbed his fingers and broke them forcefully.

Crack!

"Ahhhh!" The scream sounded again, and my body moved behind Bodyguard No. 4 to seize the gun at his back waist.

In just four seconds, I had taken down three guys.

The last Bodyguard No. 3 pulled out a gun.

Only to see my raised arm.

Muscle memory is a terrifying ability.

Not a true Talent but a neural reflex cultivated through countless trainings.

For example, an excellent special forces shooter needs to fire over a million bullets to get his body to remember the feeling and state of shooting.

To form a reflex so that in the face of a threat, his action of drawing and firing the gun will be an instinctive reaction, extremely fast.

An excellent special warrior requires a lot of money for training.

Because shooting, reacting, fighting, and handling crises all require practice and cost millions of US Dollars.

The best warriors have a terrifying ability.

Muscle memory.

This is their skill that surpasses ordinary soldiers.

I didn’t have such an environment or military training, but adult virtual games created miracles, allowing me to easily gain muscle memory.

The combat knowledge in my mind, the female cop’s combat experience, all absorbed by my consciousness, combined with muscle memory, these experiences transformed into the instincts of my muscles.

Coupled with rapid-fire techniques, I became a terrifying killing machine.

BANG, I held the handgun sideways, pulling the trigger, the bullet chambered, and in just a few meters, with massive kinetic energy, rushed towards No. 3, faster than sound speed. As the gunshot sounded, the bullet tore open the opponent’s chest.

Pierced through the lungs.

Thud, No. 3 fell to the ground.

I moved my arm, holding No. 4, aimed at the still-surprised Carlos.

"Wait!"

Carlos shouted, he never imagined in his dreams that he provoked a terrifying guy.

BANG!

I pulled the trigger, the bullet penetrated Carlos’s scapula, leaving his right hand weak, hanging down, his left hand covering the bleeding wound, staring at me in horror.