Arthur felt as if the knowledge of how to use the handgun had been instantly embedded into his nerves, like muscle memory. He was immediately familiar with the cold, metallic surface of his handgun. "It's so smooth," he whispered to himself. Arthur spun around, his enhanced vision, memory, and intelligence allowing him to identify and quickly commit to memory the exact positions of the 26 lights distributed throughout the room. With ease, he imprinted the locations in his mind. Arthur confidently wielded two handguns in each hand, while the others he tucked securely into his waistband and jacket. His impressive dexterity and agility allowed him to easily spin the two handguns around his finger. With a firm grip on the trigger, Arthur pointed the gun at Aston and pulled it back. He heard the loud bang of the gunshot that echoed through the air and felt a strange sense of normalcy, despite it being the first time he had ever fired a gun. The bullet whizzed past Aston's ear, narrowly

Arthur kicked the couches around him with great force, sending them flying towards Aston's bodyguards. His newfound power seemed to be getting the best of him, as the sudden force of the kick caused several people to stumble backwards.Claudina desperately tried to keep up with Arthur, running and scrambling to keep pace with him. Somehow, she felt a sense of security around the man, despite not being aware of his identity."Chase them!" Aston shouted. "Hurry, you idiots!" He attempted to sprint between the couches spread in front of him.In response, one of the men quickly leaped onto the couch and launched himself at Arthur. "I'm gonna get you!" he bellowed.But Arthur was ready: he deftly spun around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, sending the man flying and crashing to the ground.Aston acted quickly, taking advantage of the opportunity and snatching one of the handguns that had dropped from Arthur's jacket. His smirk of satisfaction spread across his face as he aimed th

“My name is Arthur Gardner,” Arthur said slowly, turning to Claudina, who seemed to be silently staring at him. "Arthur Gardner?" Claudina muttered softly. She was vaguely familiar with the name as if it was tugging at the edges of her memory. Why did it sound so familiar, and why did it seem to be connected to something else? "Nice to meet you, Mr. Gardner," said Claudina. "But please, just call me Claudina." She smiled gratefully. "I can't thank you enough for all that you've done." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Claudina," replied Arthur, his tone warm and affable. Arthur smiled at Claudina's words. He was still driving on city streets at the speed limit, keeping in line with the other cars. He kept checking the rearview mirror, trying to make sure no one was following him. After a few glances, Arthur felt secure enough and hoped that the situation would be resolved quickly. "Let's just hope this matter is over quickly," he said. However, there was another problem; this time, A

Arthur continued to drive his car at an exceptionally rapid pace, and up ahead, he noticed a multi-level highway that would likely hinder the Helicopter from catching up with him. The police cars that had been pursuing him were now far behind, giving him very little time to find a way to escape their pursuit.Arthur attempted to pull up alongside another car, then he rolled down his window and shouted, "I'll give you five times what you paid for your car!""What!? Are you kidding me?" the man driving the BMW Z29, a large black car, shouted in response to Arthur's offer. Astonished, he watched as Arthur quickly sped up and overtook him, eventually pulling over ahead of him.Arthur pulled over to the emergency road section, and he and Claudina quickly got out of the car, still tightly holding hands. The man in the BMW also stepped out with ease."What, Claudina? Wait?" the man said, appearing to be confused at the sight of Claudina."I'll pay you five times as much for this car!" Arthu

The bedroom door to the apartment, which wasn't too large nor overly luxurious, creaked open. A figure dressed in a black suit slowly stepped through the doorway, giving the impression of a man upon first sight. He removed the mask that obscured his face, then his black coat followed. He carelessly tossed it into a corner of the room, revealing that he was a girl as her back-length black hair cascaded down. She was Alicia Morel, a 19-year-old girl who, that night, felt an intoxicating mixture of tension, amazement, fear, and joy. "Yes!!!!" she shouted in exaltation. With nothing more than her panties and bra covering her petite frame, which stood only 165 cm (5.4 ft) tall, she ran to the computer and swiftly transferred the video she had managed to record that night. Alicia looked truly remarkable for someone her age. Despite her lack of an impressive bust or a fully-developed body, her physique was in remarkable shape, suggesting that she was a regular at the gym. Alicia, who