Pavel met his friend James. He went to a place that turned out to be a small hut. I don't know what was on James' mind, but they could have met in a better place than this. Pavel entered through the front door which was even made of wood that looked rickety. The first sight Pavel saw was James sitting on a long, slightly dusty sofa and in front of the man were several rifles. James seemed to be busy wiping a gun as if it was the most precious thing in his life. "You look like you want to get a genie out of that gun of yours." Pavel's words just now made James turn to he and then laugh. "I always treat my valuables with the utmost care." James motioned for Pavel to sit in front of him. Paul sneered and sat on the sofa. "Why did you ask me to come here? Why not somewhere else?" "It's more efficient because I was already here when you called. Besides, you can also look at the types of pistols that you might be interested in." Although the house, which was almost made of plywood, wa
Meanwhile, Parsha who was still standing in the darkness seemed to let out a long breath. Then, she slowly made her way to join the two dueling men. A look on her face that was as cold as the night wind and as dark as the sky without starlight appeared among the streetlights. Her gaze briefly met with Pavel's. Even as the man looked struggling and exhausted with sweat running down his handsome face, Parsha didn't seem to care. "What are you doing?! Quickly immobilize this troublesome rat!" Charles exclaimed at Parsha who had just moved. He hissed in exasperation as Parsha, instead of responding, stood still. Pavel didn't care, he continued to attack and defend from enemy attacks. Until the moment where he saw Parsha who suddenly attacked Pavel. "Damn! At this rate I could really die here!" He grumbled in his heart. Charles is indeed quite good at fighting, although sometimes the man's attacks are still chaotic and inconsistent movements. However, it was different with Parsha. Al
Parsha let out a long sigh. She's work would be even more troublesome because Pavel never gave up. She was still where she stood while watching Charles who continued to pursue Pavel. Not only that, the other officers who helped them were also chasing Pavel, it was just that because their abilities were limited, they were not as active as what Charles and Parsha were doing. On the other hand, Pavel was still surprised by the fact that Charles was following him. "Damn! Why is he still chasing me?!" Pavel was still in transparent mode, penetrating the wall of another building in front of he. It was getting darker and the place Pavel was walking through was getting more crowded. I don't know how long he had been running away from Charles and he's army."You will never escape me, Pavel!" Charles shouted. Pavel realized that the power Charles had was from Parsha. The woman had become a cold-blooded woman, heartless and as if blinded by the obsession of killing Pavel. Parsha did not
Pavel held Charles' arm as he failed to jump off the roof of the building. The cold concrete floor was the base of their overlapping bodies. Pavel was on top of Charles with his back to the man. Charles smiled slyly with a vicious look. He did not hesitate if he had to break Pavel's neck at this time, it was just that the order he got was to bring Pavel alive. "I can at least make you stop breathing for a few seconds!" Charles laughed. He had protruding veins on his neck and reddened eyeballs, reflecting that the soul of a demon had lodged in his body. "You think you can run away from me, huh?!" He's laughter boomed, succeeding in making the victim motionless, except for the legs that thrashed like cattle that had just been released from their necks. Pavel had trouble breathing. Both of Charles' legs restrained he's body, interlocked, and he's neck was cracked by Charles' strong arms. He's movements were locked. Pavel's breathing felt tight, his lungs seemed to be pressed so hard
Pavel's physical endurance seemed to have decreased or was it Charles' strength that was getting stronger? Charles attacked relentlessly, turning Pavel's body into a punching bag. His face, stomach and even other areas of his body were targeted without calculation. Pavel was again cornered, he couldn't dodge when Charles threw a trash can at him. It's just that the trash can didn't manage to hit Pavel's head because it was blocked by the hand wrapped around his head. Trash was scattered everywhere. The stench of watery plastic waste, moldy food scraps and rodent droppings would surely leave marks on both of their bodies. However, it was by no means a big deal to the two. "You'll be bathed in garbage, Pavel! Think of it as the beginning of you joining the trash!" Charles began to provoke. He still had his feet in stance and his hands ready to punch his battered target. He had a smile on his sweaty face. There were smudges around his face, but it didn't lower his spirited performanc
Sofia is still stunned, the weapon in her hand does feel lighter than she thought. Because usually this kind of firearm even though it is small in size will slightly make the hand hurt if you hold it for too long, especially for people who are not used to using it. Sofia chuckled, amused by Pavel's remark. "Why should I practice shooting? I've never been interested in this kind of thing." She aimed the rifle at an object at the far end of the room, quite far from He's position. A doll that seemed to be deliberately used as a target point. "Anyway," Sofia continued. "Things like this are usually done by certain people. Like in police agencies? Or the illegals are high-profile criminals-maybe my information could be wrong, but that's what I know." She closed one eye, and focused on the target in front of her. Although she looked serious, doubt was still visible on her face. The way Sofia held the rifle made Pavel smile a little. It was clearly still wrong because Sofia was not an
Pavel let out a long breath. It seemed that it was that easy for him to be detected. Pavel looked one by one at the guards blocking his movement. It must not have been them who realized Pavel's existence, but someone else. "Parsha," he muttered. There was only one name in Pavel's head at the moment. That woman must have easily detected Pavel's presence. Not thinking, Pavel attacked the guards. Since he was still in invisible mode, he could attack without missing. Punches, kicks and all kinds of things he did made the guards fall to the floor. It didn't take much time because it was very easy for Pavel. Until the moment when suddenly someone attacked him from behind. That person hit Pavel's back until he winced in pain. "Damn! Is Parsha now equipping those bodyguards with the power of the she system too?!" Pavel could not understand why Parsha could have so much power. What had that woman done to control everyone she wanted?At that moment, one of the bodyguards who was still stan
Pavel tried to get up. Breathing heavily, Pavel ignored the dizziness in his head. He tried to stand up by resting on his knees. His body felt very painful. In addition, Parsha became so strong that Pavel could not even predict Parsha's movements. 'Make my body so heavy that that woman can't lift my body at all costs.'[Understood.] Pavel could see Parsha's gaze suddenly change. Between surprise and wonder. It seemed that when the woman tried to slam Pavel again, she found it difficult and that meant Pavel's strength had worked. A smile appeared on Pavel's lips. He directly attacked Parsha, without calculation. The attack hit the woman right in the face, not even an attempt to dodge. Pavel frowned, feeling confused by what he saw just now. As a result of the attack, Parsha fell to the floor. She felt a sting on her face, as Pavel's fists were very strong. "Don't act like a fool!" exclaimed Pavel irritably. Parsha could not have suddenly surrendered to Pavel and was attacked j