Chapter 160: Blood Bath 2
’Activate Cold Blooded Heart.’
’Talent: Combat Instinct.’
’Full Power...’
In an instant, Ace, who thought his target had been easily secured and wanted to kill Miles without leaving a trace, felt a sense of imminent danger from the high schooler.
"What the—"
Bursting out a curse, his heart shuddered and his eyes widened.
Ace realized he couldn’t move any of his limbs. But as someone whose life was at risk by just living, he pushed onward with his will, hoping to press the trigger.
Bang.
Shatter!
Utilizing his full strength, backed with combat instinct, Miles was like a terminator.
The car’s glass didn’t even last a split second before Miles’ hand shot through and grabbed Ace’s hand.
Before the latter could react, he felt a powerful jolt that outright dislocated his shoulder joint, threatening to rip his arm off with just an extra pull, but instead a crushing crack sound distinctively reverberated through the air.
The eyes of the other two people approaching from the front widened in shock by the scene they witnessed next.
As it turned out, after pulling Ace’s arm halfway through, Miles yanked it down with tremendous force.
Ace’s arm broke easily as a twig stick, a shift from vertical to horizontal, an L-shape. His bones completely shattered so that only mangled skin, after being pierced by the bone, still connected the arm.
"Arrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Ace, the leader of this crew, let out a heart-wrenching roar as he saw and felt what his arm had become.
Blood spilled, but before it could reach him, Miles punched the door out and it flung backward, dislocated from its hinges.
Bang!
"—rrrrrrrggghh—!"
Ace’s agonized scream, which stirred from the depths of his soul, was cut short as the door slammed into him, cutting him off and sending him skidding on the floor with his head landing first, silencing him for eternity.
The eyes of the two followed the body of their lieutenant.
’He’s dead.’
The words sounded in their heads and they but swallowed their saliva, their pupils constricting as Miles stepped out from the car, his face stained with a splatter of blood while holding Ace’s broken hand with sharp bones bloodily piercing through.
His gaze felt terrifying, especially the sense of danger originating from him.
’Run.’
The words sounded in their minds, but the next moment a valiant shout reinforced their courage.
"Kill him!!!"
This was the voice of the man holding a machete that had complimented Chris earlier.
Wearing a black singlet with full tattoo sleeves related to gang signs, he was the one that had punctured one of the tires just now.
Having seen what Miles did to Ace, he was filled with maddened rage rather than horror.
Taking advantage of ambushing from behind with two other men by his side, each holding a long tactical knife, he charged forward with a cruel smile, already imagining a bloody gash on Miles’ back when the match landed.
’Oh, there are more?’
Inside his lucid state of mind with a desire to kill, feeling his danger sense alert, his lips curled into a slight smile and he viciously side-stepped the incoming blade. His hand formed a quick fist and struck the man’s arm, throwing him off balance with a pained growl and punctured flesh.
There were two figures charging at him from each side at this moment.
Watching in a daze and yet to properly grasp the reality that had unfolded over the span of ten seconds, Chloe’s heart chilled at the sight as four men attacked with knives and machetes.
"Watch out!"
She instinctively screamed at the top of her lungs, fear gripping her as tears instantly rolled down her cheeks.
Inhaling slightly, Miles easily leaped into the air with a jump, performing a three-meter-high front flip as he weaved through the air.
Whilst the eyes of the four men widened, following Miles’ figure as they instinctively halted in their tracks.
Bang.
Miles landed and the asphalt road cracked slightly under his boots.
’Activate ability: Subzero Agony.’
Setting his eyes on the man with the machete, he obscured the man’s reality and appeared to be holding a bloody axe.
"No, please stop!"
To the shock of the other four, Dice, who was known to be the third cruelest person in the group, shouted, dropping his machete as he stared at Miles who was swiftly charging towards them.
"Bastard, what are you doing?"
Butcher, who had been punched away by Miles, clutching his side as he tried to stand up, cursed seeing this.
But before any of them could step up to help, Miles decided to be creative and formed a tiger paw grip to thrust forward.
Puchi!
The man who raised his hand to block the invisible axe got his chest punctured through.
Wanting to grasp the man’s heart, Miles easily crushed it, splattering the arm side of his jacket in blood.
The man’s eyes widened as he escaped from the control of Subzero Agony in his last moment, then collapsed in a pool of his own blood.
’Fuck! That was satisfying,’ Miles thought, relishing the after-touch of crushing the man’s heart.
Some blood happened to splatter on his cheeks, too.
Suddenly appearing like a demon in the eyes of these men that prided themselves in doing evil, he grinned.
"Demon! Run!"
Even Butcher, who had cursed them previously, struggled and tried to run.
"You think you can escape?"
He sneered and dashed after them.
Kick, kick, grab.
Two men were sent skidding on the floor, with the one holding a tactical knife happening to hit his head on his own knife after crashing on the floor, while the other peeled half of his face on the asphalt floor, resembling a human anatomy mannequin.
"Arrrrrggggghhh!"
A miserable cry sounded and the man began clutching his face to stop the bleeding.
The one that had been grabbed by Miles also suffered a rather quick death. Miles grabbed him and directly hoisted the man from the ground, then performed a ruthless smackdown that crushed his skull with a bang.
Watching the pool of blood quickly gather beneath the man, he let go and grabbed the silenced pistol lying on the driver’s seat.
Picking it up, he glanced up at Chloe’s shocked expression, then smiled with blood on his face.
"Shut the fuck up."
Without a moment of hesitation, he fired it at the screaming man.
A blood pool formed right away.
The surroundings instantly quieted and the sound of dragged steps became discernible.
Tilting his head, Miles saw the man that had tried to strike him from behind earlier and a cold smile formed on his face.
He slowly raised the gun towards the man.
Sensing a hint of premonition, Butcher quickly turned to Miles.
"Wait, wait, I’ll tell you who sent us to kill—"
Pew!
At the same time, Miles’ cold eyes widened, wishing he could retract the trigger as he watched the man collapse with wide eyes, the rest of his thoughts remaining unknown.
’Fuck. Did he just say they were sent to kill me?’
Piecing together the incomplete last words, Miles’ heart shuddered at the realization that somebody wanted him dead.
’Do they have the guts?’
Just then, as he scowled thinking about Chris and his group of gullible bastards, he felt a soothing, warm embrace wrap around him from behind and two big, squishy sensations. Glancing down, he saw Chloe’s arms around him, making him pause his lips and slowly smile after glancing at the Infatuation Gauge.
’You’ve got to be kidding me. Is she really this obsessed that even if I killed so many people before her eyes, she doesn’t run away or seem scared?’
Miles said no word and silently enjoyed the feeling of Chloe’s boobs pressed against his back.
One minute passed before she lowered her hands.
Turning to face her, she bit her lips, appearing hesitant, and then met his gaze.
"They were no good... They didn’t have good intentions."
After saying these words, she hugged him again before he could speak.
After contemplating if he should wish for an ability to wipe her memories, he held back and accepted her hug while keeping his bloody hands away from her body.
"Don’t think about it."
Chloe actually comforted him in a tone as if he were the victim.
"Thank you."
Leaning closer, he inhaled her arousing scent and smiled. Moments later, she propped up a smile and reluctantly detached her embrace.
"Okay, go and wait in the car. I’ll be done in a minute."
Chloe nodded and unhingedly gave the surrounding dead bodies a quick scan before walking back.
’She’s definitely a maniac. I better confess all my deeds or she might somehow manage to cut my dick off later on.’
Smiling at Chloe, Miles felt a sense of thrill and proceeded to study the two punctured back tires.
"Bastards."
Opening the trunk, he brought out a spare and took out one of the minivan tires.
Working through the pile of dead bodies, he changed both tires and put the punctured two back in the trunk.
Stuffing the dead bodies in the minivan, he found a lighter on one of the corpses and stuffed a piece of lit cloth inside the fuel tank.
Fwoosh.
