Now Pavel knew the reason why Parsha was hard to detect by the system, probably because she had far more power than he. Luckily, Pavel was able to dodge Parsha's attack. He moved to the side before the woman's attack hit him in the face. However, in the blink of an eye Parsha was able to switch positions and launched another attack until this time a fist landed right on Pavel's face. The man groaned in pain because Parsha was not messing around with this fight, there was no longer a woman who always clung and whined to Pavel. Parsha continued to attack relentlessly, punches and kicks with almost no pause at all. "Damn! How can Parsha have this kind of strength?" Pavel muttered to himself. He was overwhelmed because Parsha's attacks were relentless. Pavel had no chance to dodge let alone counterattack. It's just that he didn't expect Parsha's ability to be like a professional wrestler. Pavel avoided Parsha's head-on punch by blocking it with both arms. Pavel used the opportunity
The room had become very messy. Many items were broken and destroyed, but the owner did not seem to care. Instead, He seemed to be preoccupied with his own thoughts due to the problems that had arisen. How could he not? Pavel realized that he was now a fugitive. No longer just a fugitive from enemies who disliked him for trivial reasons, but a fugitive from an entire intelligence system. It felt like Pavel's movements, or whatever he was going to do in the reconnaissance. Pavel was reminded of the words of one of the people who were there. That there would be surgery to remove the system embedded in the brain. Then, one of the others said that it might be so bad that it could make Pavel die. Pavel also knew that Parsha Charles and the guards were hunting Pavel and saying that they would kill him. 'Am I really going to die if I do that operation?' [Not only will you die but so will the system. We have become one soul, that's why]. 'What does the system embedded in my body look like?
Instantly the room fell silent. The woman scrutinized Pavel's face, then laughed loudly. "Are you kidding me?" Pavel, who was told so, felt strange. Even though the woman herself asked Pavel for 500 dollars, why did she laugh at him when she agreed? "Is something wrong?" asked Pavel in surprise. Then the woman stopped laughing. There was complexity in her eyes. "Look," she began to explain. "You know how much money 500 million dollars is, don't you?" she wrung her hands. "Of course." "You have that kind of money? For a house like this?" She gave Pavel a look of disbelief. She said again, "I'm not playing around with that price." "Do I look like I'm playing around?" Pavel asked back. He relaxed, though he was surprised at the way the woman in front of him thought. She let out a long sigh. "Then do you have any proof?" "Proof-" Pavel remembered something. He took out his wallet and gave her his card. She didn't accept the card right away, and just stared at it with a frivolous lo
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