Chapter 60 Clean Up II

60 Clean Up II

His body tingled with adrenaline as he stood on the other side, the thrill of the moment coursing through his veins.

Emir then turned around and fired a long burst from his rifle, aiming to take them down to the last of their group.

His every motion was swift and calculated, as he continued to fire off rounds from his weapon, each shot finding its mark.

Some went down instantly with a fatal shot to the head, while others tried to run for cover and were hit in the body as they scurried away, their weak points obscured from his vantage point.

The carnage left in his wake was a testament to his prowess and lethal accuracy.

No sooner had the last of the gang members fallen to the ground, their bodies riddled with bullets, than more emerged from the shadows.

Emir took aim at the man charging towards him, his gun raised high, but he noticed a muzzle flash coming from his gun.

Time seemed to slow as he activated his ability, allowing Emir to react faster than his shots. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Emir sidestepped the first volley of bullets, then used his enhanced speed to close in on him.

He delivered a swift elbow strike to the side of his head, causing him to stumble.

Before he could regain his footing, Emir followed up with a quick kick to his chest, sending him flying backward.

With a swift motion, Emir swung his rifle around, taking aim at the approaching member's head.

A loud crack resounded as his head exploded with the bullet tearing through it from one end to the next.

The subsequent members came at him in pairs, Emir ducked and weaved between their attacks, returning fire with deadly accuracy.

Each shot hit its mark, taking them down one after another.

The fight raged on, and he found himself growing more exhausted by the minute.

His breath grew labored, and fatigue seeped into his muscles.

Each strike required a greater effort, as his arms were slowly becoming heavy, and his legs were starting to ache, a testament to his ceaseless dance of evasion and counterattacks

But he couldn't stop now.

Emir had to keep going, take down every last one of them.

Only when that thought crossed his mind did he resume the flow of time back to normal.

His calculations proved accurate as the attacker with the machete swung at his head, but he swiftly ducked with remarkable agility, his mind already anticipating the next move.

The other member came at him with the sword, aiming for his chest with a vertical swing.

Emir stepped to the side, evading the attack, then quickly countered with a swift kick to the knee.

While the katana wielder was recoiling from his attack, the guy with the machete came at Emir again.

This time, Emir used his rifle to fire multiple shots at the man's legs, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

And before he could even get up, Emir used the butt of his HX-10 assault rifle to knock him out.

While that happened the samurai wannabe recovered from Emir's kick and swung at him again.

Emir quickly dodged to the side and countered with a series of punches to the face.

The man stumbled back, dazed, but quickly regained his balance and came at Emir once more.

With slowed time, Emir was able to react quickly to his next attack.

He came at him from the side and grabbed the handle of the katana mid-swing and quickly twisted it out of his hands, sending it flying across the room.

Then, with a powerful knee strike to his gut, Emir knocked him to the ground.

The man lay there, writhing in pain, but he wasn't hurting for long.

With a few well-placed shots aimed at their heads, he made sure that they would stay down, ending their suffering.

As he exhaled a shaky breath, a mix of exhilaration and weariness painted Emir's face.

His eyes scanned the aftermath, the littered battlefield, taking in the cost of the encounter.

"Fun," he murmured, a tinge of dark amusement threading through his voice, his body yearning for respite even as his mind anticipated the battles yet to come.

Emir had taken down more than thirty or so members so far, but there were still more to go, not accounting for the leader, which would give him the most trouble out of the lot.

'Hopefully, this doesn't take too long, I need to get back soon.' He thought, slightly excited, the dark hue in his eyes increasing in intensity.

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