PNB Chapter 24 You only know that you are going to die.
Chapter 24 You only know that you are going to die.
Bang bang bang!
American-style Iaiju, initiating!
The moment Jason stepped into the safe house.
Jenny and Dani then demonstrated a powerful combat skill unique to old America – emptying the magazine!
The muzzle flash exploded in the confined space, with two beams of bullets blocking the way from the left and right!
But the bullet still missed.
Jason's figure was like a phantom, and he actually skipped the intersection and stepped over it.
It's like those bullets were laid out on a carpet.
Dani's eyes widened.
That's impossible.
At a distance of less than twenty meters, and with her professional shooting training, it was impossible for her to miss completely.
Jason continued walking forward, his steps steady.
"A demon...you're a demon!"
Dani's voice became shrill. She changed magazines at lightning speed and emptied the magazine once again.
But it still didn't work.
As Jason swayed slightly, the bullets whizzed past him as if they were just outlines.
"Impossible! Impossible! You're not human, you're a demon!"
Jenny was already slumped on the carpet in front of the sofa.
As she watched Jason approach, her face drained of color, and her lips trembled.
Auntie is right, this isn't human.
No, no, she is guilty, but she shouldn't die now!
She's only twenty-eight!
"sorry……"
She managed to make a sound, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mr. Carl, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have chosen your daughter... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."
She was incoherent, her body curled up like a Hakimi who had been hit twice and had come to the realization of reality.
Jason stopped two meters in front of her, the muzzle of his rifle hanging down naturally.
Jenny looked up, her face streaked with tears:
"I'm willing to compensate...any amount is fine...I'm still young, I don't want to die...please..."
Dani crawled over and lay prone on the ground:
"Let me go... I can give you the whole family business... all the money... all of it..."
Just like those two-legged sheep used to beg them.
Their voices mingled together, pleading, weeping, and making promises.
Jason looked down at them.
He thought of his daughter, Erica.
Did she plead like that when she was chosen?
When those cold needles pierced her skin, did anyone hear her cry?
He gripped the cross pendant tightly in his right hand.
The metal edge dug into my palm.
Dani noticed the change in his gaze and suddenly pulled another pistol from her other pocket.
As a traditional aristocrat, she also knows cowboy gunfighting!
Unfortunately.
As a more redneck, Jason's rifle was faster and more accurate.
puff.
The gunshot was muffled under the silencer.
Gundam bloomed, watermelon exploded.
The headless warrior Dani crashed heavily to the ground, leaving oil everywhere.
Jenny's scream pierced the air.
"No! No! You can't kill me!"
She crawled backward using both her hands and feet, bracing her back against the wall.
"If you kill me... then your daughter's death will have been meaningless! For your daughter's sake... spare me... I know I was wrong..."
Jason looked at her.
"You know you were wrong?"
He asked, his voice very soft.
"I know! I really know!"
Jenny nodded frantically.
"I repent... I will go to church... I will donate all my possessions... I will spend the rest of my life atoneing for my sins..."
Jason was silent for two seconds.
Then he raised his right hand, pulled a Glock 19X from his pocket, and aimed it at Jenny's forehead.
"You already know you were wrong."
He says,
"All you know is that you're going to die."
Pull the trigger.
The gunshots were especially loud in the confined space.
Jenny's body jolted violently, then went limp, her eyes still open, the fear in her pupils frozen into eternity.
The safe house fell completely silent.
The only sounds were the hum of the ventilation system and the gradually intensifying smell of blood in the air.
Jason stood there, breathing slowly.
He looked down at the two corpses for a long time.
Then his knees buckled and he fell heavily to his knees.
Fatigue swept over me like a tidal wave.
The tunnel is 20 kilometers long, and you must remain vigilant throughout, as every step could trigger an alarm or a trap.
Even bronze-level physical enhancement has reached its limit at this moment.
He released his grip, and the rifle clattered to the ground in the pool of blood.
His body fell backward, lying on the cold floor, in the spreading blood.
With his hands outstretched, right palm facing up, the cross scar was clearly visible under the light.
The blood of the two Gundams was flowing along an unnatural trajectory, bypassing clutter and avoiding floor seams, slowly converging to eventually form a huge, rough cross-shaped pattern.
Jason looked at the electric light on the ceiling, the light making his vision somewhat blurry.
"Lord..."
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"I have avenged Erica and Mike."
My throat feels tight.
"From now on... I will walk the path of atonement. As the Lord's shepherd... I will walk the way for the Lord..."
The sound only echoed in the quiet basement.
It was hazy and indistinct, as if it had never happened.
Only the warm red water soaked his body.
In a hazy state, a familiar voice resonated deep within his soul:
"Go. With your courage, make the world atone."
……
"You don't just know you're wrong, you know you're going to die!"
Inside the divine realm, Luo Huan spoke at the top of her lungs.
Then the person crawled in a dark, twisted state within nothingness.
"Wuhu~ What a classic American hero! Kill, kill, kill!"
"The battle was awesome!"
After humming a few times, she switched her gaze to the other two beads.
The one representing Stephen Taylor shows a view inside the foundation building.
Several Gundam figures dressed in security uniforms lay in the corridor, the vault door was blown open, and the stacks of cash and documents inside were being quickly bagged.
The operation is progressing smoothly, with no casualties.
The hospital near David Miller's place was also calm.
The database was physically removed, the server hard drives were all removed, and several on-duty doctors and nurses were tied to chairs with cloths stuffed in their mouths, their eyes filled with terror but their lives were not in danger.
Both operations were completed within twenty minutes, and evacuation is now underway.
"Boring."
Luo Huan pouted.
The one-sided crushing was devoid of any visual appeal.
The American superhero-style invasion she had envisioned never happened; there was no police convoy chase, no helicopter strafing, and no last-minute rescue.
Luo Huan, as if in a state of sage-like indifference, shifted her gaze to another bead shimmering with pink iridescence.
"Hmm! Something's wrong with this place~ Seriously, this is way more hellish than where I am~"
She glanced at it and murmured.
Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, Atlanta, Georgia.
Lucien Oldent stepped out of the private terminal and got into a waiting black Maybach.
Unfortunately, there are neither overpasses nor rain here.
"I'm back."