My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 82 - 45: No One Can Threaten Me (2)

Chapter 82: Chapter 45: No One Can Threaten Me (2)

"I liked the way you looked just now."

"Fack!" Carlos looked at me as I raised my hand, the gun muzzle aimed at Number 4’s profile.

Bam!

No flash, no gunpowder, only blood and death.

Number 4’s head was struck by the shockwave, head tilting, body falling onto the deck.

I casually aimed at the blind Number 1, who was still shouting.

I walked up coldly, placing the gun barrel on the top of his head.

Number 1 screamed in terror. "No, no, no, don’t kill me, I’m begging you."

Bam!

The gunshot rang out, that was my answer, the top of his head was blown out, blood splattering onto my face.

My clean cheek was covered in droplets of blood.

I looked at Carlos, said nothing, raised the pistol, tilted my arm, without looking at the unconscious Number 2 lying on the ground.

Bam Bam!

Two bullets pierced through his neck.

Blood gushed out, the deck covered in stains of blood.

"GOD!" Carlos was scared, how could this be?

I had four subordinates, he was alone, unarmed, now this devil killed my bodyguards.

With constitution over 80, I stood at the peak of humanity, only athletes with muscle utilization above 90 could match me.

Muscle strength, neural reflex, body immunity, all were enhanced.

Physical fitness surpassing ninety percent of ordinary people.

A hundred-point constitution is the pinnacle of humanity, and I have 84 points.

Physical functions are the foundation, I also mastered rapid fire, combat, and muscle memory.

I can now do everything the finest special forces can do.

Just like in the movies, I am the king dominating the battlefield.

"You’ll regret this." Carlos shouted.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked with a smile, walking up to Carlos, sitting on the coffee table, picking up a melon and putting it in my mouth. "Tastes good."

"Do you know who I am?"

I raised my hand, pulled the trigger, bam!

A bullet shot through Carlos’s thigh.

"GOD, I swear I’ll kill you."

"I like you like this, arrogant, vicious, I love it."

Watching me eat melon, wearing a happy smile, face covered in blood.

For the first time, Carlos showed a look of fear, "Lunatic."

"Thank you! You know, when I was little, my father was a criminal, he would hit me when he was unhappy, discipline me when happy. The one I loved most was my mother, but this good woman married a piece of trash.

She got addicted to drugs. During withdrawal, she turned crazy, unfamiliar, she even hurt me, I was in pain, pain to the point my soul trembled.

I lost her, the person I loved most, my father went to jail.

I had no money for school, I was smart, with great grades, many thought I was full of promise, I could leave the chaotic streets, live a happy life.

The University of Miami, an Ivy League institution.

But life is like a bastard, it never took pity on me, God seemed to be playing a joke on me, never redeeming me once.

I was abandoned by the whole world.

My future was gone, became a gangster, just like my father, I had nothing to lose, nothing to torment me, my life was a tragedy.

Like many others, to survive, I fought hard to live.

I feared nothing.

In my heart, family meant everything, I could fall into the abyss, walk with the devil, for them, I could sell my soul.

No one, no one can threaten me, harm me with my family.

You, touched my taboo.

I don’t need to know who you are, I will tear you all to pieces.

In my life, there is no regret."

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, happily looking at Carlos.

My smile, just like Death God, was filled with death and madness.

"I’m so sorry. Please forgive me." Carlos was extremely afraid, he knew what he was facing, a lunatic, like a movie’s joker lunatic.

"Haha!" I laughed heartily, "When the world was cruel to me, I listened, I needed kindness and hope, everyone wanted me to be a good person.

I became a good person, only to be hurt time and again.

Hope shattered, I lost everything.

When I was desperate and cruel, the world advised me to be kind.

I looked up to heaven from hell.

I didn’t want to become my father, he was the person I hated most, I didn’t want to be like him, do you know how much pain that is?

But I had no choice.

I prayed to God, he didn’t respond, when I walked with the devil, God told me I needed repentance.

SO what?

I don’t need repentance, I don’t need forgiveness, nor mercy.

When my life had no light, I lit up hell.

I am my own god.

You want me to forgive you?"

"Yes, please." Carlos clutched the wound, knowing he didn’t have time, he’d die from blood loss.

"OK, I’ll give you my mercy. How would you do it?"

"I will remember."

"With a grateful heart." I stood up.

"Yes. Please, don’t kill me." Carlos begged me.

"What do you have to say?"

"Thank you, thank you!" Carlos stared intently at my face, he wanted to live.

"You’re welcome!" I raised the pistol.

"No!"

Bam!

The bullet shot through Carlos’s forehead, blood spraying on the coffee table, his body slumping onto the couch, turning into a cold corpse.

"I still prefer when you were threatening me, much cooler."

I glanced at the bodies on the deck, I knew things were temporarily over, but Carlos still had a boss, a real drug lord, he’d come for me.