I Want to Die, But I Am Immortal-Chapter 58: Two Down

Adam hurried across the kitchen. Because of his increased senses and adrenaline-fueled state, the world appeared to slow down.

With a confused expression on his face, the assassin at the stove was simply turning his head. Half-lifted from the hot meat in the pan, he held a knife. He never got around to using it.

Adam stopped from hitting. He did not struggle. He threw himself into the air. With a forceful side kick, his leg snapped out. It was a subconscious act of violence, a move that originated from absorbed combat skills.

There was an awful crack as the toe of his shoe struck the side of the assassin’s head.

The force of the blow was immense far beyond what a seventeen-year-old boy should be able to generate.

The head of the assassin swung sideways. For a brief moment, his body flew into the air before crashing with the kitchen shelf next to the stove.

Plates and glass shattered on the floor as they rained down around him. Amid the shattered clay, he collapsed into an unconscious pile after sliding down the wall.

A victory.

Adam did not stop to look at his work of art. He spun around using the kick’s momentum. The person who had been at the table, the second assassin, was already responding.

The initial shock of seeing his pal’s gun fly across the room had passed. He worked as a professional. With his hands extended, he lunged at Adam with the intention of tackling him to death.

Adam, however, was prepared. Already, he had turned his body into a smooth addition of his initial assault. He made no attempt to avoid it. He confronted the assault. He swung his pistol arm. He did not shoot it. He wielded the gun as a heavy metal bludgeon.

The second assassin’s face was struck by the hard steel of the pistol’s slide.

It was a ruthless blow. The man gave a painful grunt. He lost all forward momentum and stumbled backward. His eyes rolled back in his head as he stumbled a few paces.

Then his legs failed him. Unconscious, he fell to the kitchen floor. It had taken less than five seconds to complete the engagement. Without firing a single lethal shot, two skilled assassins were neutralized.

Adam stood with his chest heaving in the middle of the kitchen. After the brief deadly altercation, there was complete silence. He turned to face the two men on the floor who were unconscious. A grim sense of satisfaction descended upon him. He had succeeded. They were taken by him.

However, his victory was short-lived. He kicked the first assassin into the shelf, and it started to stir. With a low, guttural sound of pain, he forced himself to stand. He was remarkably strong.

He stood up, swaying slightly. He gave Adam a look. There was a mix of surprise and disbelief in his gaze. He recognized Adam. The target’s appearance had been briefed to them.

However, this was not what he had anticipated. It had never occurred to him that a high school student could so easily and viciously defeat two experienced agents.

His eyes landed on Adam’s pistol. His face hardened with desperation. He was aware that his own firearm was gone from the kitchen. His companion was not conscious.

Getting that gun was his only hope and chance. With a roar of anger, he charged. He made no attempt to kick or punch. His fingers resembled claws as he lunged for Adam’s gun.

Adam had been looking at the second man who became a victim. He sensed the desperate charge of the assassin. With unexpected strength, the man’s hands closed around his wrist. The assassin attempted to grab the gun away from him. They were briefly caught in a heated combat for control of the weapon.

Adam remained calm. He made no attempt to grab his hand away. He allowed the assassin to hold him. He firmly planted his rear foot on the ground.

Using all his strength, he pushed his knee up and lifted his other leg. The assassin’s stomach took the brunt of the blow. It was a devastatingly strong blow. With a loud whoosh, the man’s breath left his body.

He instantly relaxed his hold on Adam’s wrist. Gasping for air, he doubled over. He became sickly gray-faced. From the corner of his mouth, blood dripped.

Adam was now physically strong enough to break a concrete wall with a single blow. Organs could be ruptured with a full-power knee strike to the gut. Clutching his stomach, the assassin fell to his knees. He was utterly helpless.

Adam noticed his opportunity. He made no hesitation. He took a step forward. He lifted the pistol-wielding hand. He made the gun into a weighted club by clenching his fist. In a brief, vicious arc, he brought it down.

There was a dull thud as the pistol’s butt hit the back of the assassin’s head. The man rolled his eyes back. He joined his partner in unconsciousness as he fell face-first onto the kitchen floor.

Adam stood above them, panting heavily. The kitchen was a complete mess. At his feet were two unconscious assassins. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt bacon. He was victorious. They were alive because of him. The actual work could now start. The questioning.

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