Lucian walked slowly, his head filled with fury.
“Max, send an SOS signal to evacuate all civilians within a two-kilometer radius. I really don’t want to kill innocents here,” Lucian whispered, his voice low but cold, as he advanced toward the crowd of black-clad men.
Time was running out. Rose had been shot, and Lucian needed to end this quickly so he could get back to her.
Two thoughts plagued his mind. First, he didn’t trust the purple-haired man to actually take Rose to the hospital he could run off instead. Second, even if she made it to the hospital, would the doctors be skilled enough to save her?
“[SOS evacuation sent to all civilians nearby. I used the authorization of the Marshal Commander to ensure the process is expedited. However, based on current data, it appears that due to this large crowd, all civilians have already evacuated the area. Apart from the group approaching you, there are no innocents in the vicinity, Host,]” Max’s calm, emotionless voice echoed in Lucian’s mind.
Max, Lucian’s system, was designed to follow any order given. While it could offer advice when necessary, its ultimate purpose was to execute Lucian’s commands, no matter the consequences.
“I see,” Lucian murmured, his hollow eyes glinting with cold resolve. Nothing could stop him now.
He wouldn’t be harming any innocents today, but as for those who had come to cause him trouble whether it was their job or their choice there would be no mercy. Hurting him was one thing, but threatening his family was a line no one could cross.
“Max, equip the Adamantium Armor,” Lucian commanded.
“[Equipping Adamantium Armor in 3… 2… 1… Done.]”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sleek black and silver armor began to materialize on Lucian’s body. It started from his legs, appearing like tiny metallic ants swarming and spreading across his skin.
From his feet to his legs, then his chest, the particles solidified and fused seamlessly. Finally, the armor crawled up his neck, covering his face in a sleek, impenetrable mask.
“What the hell is that, boss?” Scar, one of the men standing near the front of the crowd, asked the veteran leader. His voice betrayed a hint of nervousness as he watched the strange armor form.
“I have no idea. Maybe some new tech we’re not aware of,” Clark, their leader, muttered, his brows furrowed. He narrowed his eyes as he studied Lucian. “Everyone, aim your weapons. Remember, no shots to the vitals go for his legs or arms. We still have use for him.”
“Yes, sir!” the men responded in unison, moving into formation with the precision of well-trained soldiers.
Despite their age, the men in black were seasoned veterans, their tough expressions and disciplined movements making it clear they were no ordinary opponents. They raised their weapons, all aimed at Lucian’s non-vital areas, awaiting their leader’s command.
Lucian stopped about 60 or 70 meters away from the group, his piercing gaze scanning the soldiers who had their guns trained on him.
Foolish idiots.
No bullet could touch him now. The Adamantium Armor he wore was indestructible nothing short of a miracle of technology. Even if he stood there and let them fire, the bullets would do nothing.
Standing tall in the shining, skin-tight armor, Lucian looked both imposing and untouchable. Though the armor appeared thin, its strength was unparalleled.
“I’ll give you all one chance to live,” Lucian declared, his amplified voice booming through the armor’s voice extension. The tone was cold and devoid of emotion, yet brimming with fury.
“Drop your weapons and move to the side.
If you don’t, you’ll only have yourselves to blame for what happens next.
You have three seconds to decide.”
The soldiers exchanged uncertain glances.
“Does he really think we’re the ones at a disadvantage here?” Scar muttered, his voice filled with confusion.
“Maybe I was wrong. He’s just a dumbass kid who’s lost his mind. Who the hell threatens hundreds of armed men like this?” another man whispered from the side.
“Does he think that thin armor can actually protect him from bullets?”
“Even if it does let’s say for a second it does what can he do? He doesn’t even have a weapon on him. Maybe a pistol or two at most. Do you really think that’ll be enough to kill us all? At best, he could take down 20 men, but his chances of survival? Zero.”
Clark had already analyzed the situation in mere seconds, his sharp, battle-hardened mind calculating every angle. His professionalism and experience on the battlefield were unmatched. As a veteran soldier and a mercenary in the black market for over a decade, he had spilled more blood than he cared to count. Killing was second nature to him, as easy as breathing.
Lucian’s cold voice interrupted their thoughts.
“3… 2… 1… times up
I see. So, you’ve all chosen death.”
A faint smile touched his lips. “Good,” he said. “Then… please die.”
Lucian swung his hand through the air, a simple motion, but everyone’s eyes were locked on him.
“Max, give me my favorite toy,” Lucian ordered, his tone emotionless as his gaze bore into the crowd before him.
“[Host, control yourself. Don’t be reckless. Once you start, there’s no going back. There are cameras everywhere, and satellites are monitoring this area,]” Max warned.
“I didn’t start this, Max. I’m not a pushover,” Lucian replied, his voice calm yet brimming with cold fury. “I’m not doing this to punish them. You’re mistaken. I want the world to see the consequences. So that next time if there ever is a next time they’ll think twice. Their very souls should tremble before they even consider it. Let them see.”
Lucian’s voice hardened. “And don’t forget, I gave them a chance. Their audacity will pay the price.”
Suddenly, a massive weapon materialized in his hands a M134 minigun.
“What… What the hell is that?!” The men in black, guns still trained on Lucian, widened their eyes in shock. Even from a distance, they could see the enormous, metallic weapon.
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Scar’s face turned pale, his voice trembling as he stammered, “Boss… is… is that an M134?”
Clark took a step back, his mouth dry. “How… How did he… How did that even appear out of thin air? No, the real question is… why the hell does he have a weapon like that?”
Clark knew exactly what the M134 could do, even if the others didn’t. That monstrous gun could fire 6,000 bullets per minute. Even in the hands of a ten-year-old, it could hold back an entire army if used from the right position.
Clark’s heart sank as he glanced behind him at the dense crowd of men all armed, but standing in the open with zero cover. If that kid fired, even blindly, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Hey! Hey! Stop! Kid! Stop!” Clark yelled, panic finally breaking through his composed exterior.
The men behind him looked confused. Why was their boss panicking? What was happening?
Clark didn’t waste another second. He dropped his gun and tried to scream out again, but it was too late.
Lucian ignored him, raising the minigun and aiming it at the crowd.
He flipped the switch on the weapon, and the barrels began to spin.
Frrrrr. Frrrrr. Frrrrr.
The sound of bullets tearing through the air was deafening, like the roar of a freight train.
The M134 unleashed its fury, bullets flying at an unimaginable speed toward the enemy crowd.
“Fire! Fire at him! Kill that bastard!” Clark managed to shout, his voice filled with desperation.
The men in black, startled and terrified, obeyed instantly, raising their guns and pulling the triggers.
But their efforts were futile.
Before any of them could even fire a second shot, hundreds of bullets ripped through their ranks, tearing their bodies apart.
Frrrr. Frrrr. Frrrr.
The sound of the minigun drowned out everything else. Blood sprayed through the air as men fell like leaves in a storm. No amount of training or discipline could save them now.
Clark, Scar, cannon fodder, or elite-it didn’t matter.
The relentless barrage of bullets tore through them all.
Lucian stood tall, the M134 in his hands, a grim executioner delivering judgment.
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