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Jack, noticing the assassin was down, ceased firing his gun. He raised the Glock 42 in his left hand, aiming it steadily at Arslan. Lowering the gun in his right hand, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone.

"Clark, Ram, the one that prick," Jack said in his call, as he didn't want to get closer to such an assassin who was a 'System' user.

"Aye, aye, sir," Clark said. He liked that Jack was cautious enough to take this route.

"Is the assassin dead?" Mr. Smith came in; he was still bending his knees and holding a gun in his hand.

"Well, I don't know," Jack said as he was still pointing his left gun towards Arslan.

*BAAM*

Clark's car slammed into the fallen Arslan and his bike. The impact sent the bike flying, while Arslan was crushed under the vehicle.

"AGAIN!" Jack yelled as he didn't get any notification from his system.

Clark backed up his car and rammed it again; Arslan's body got in an even worse situation; Jack could see the leg was detached from his body.

Jack, cracking his neck, looked back and saw Amanda was standing beside the car; she looked stable, and then he focused again on the Arslan's apathetic body.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Jack slowly went towards the body; as soon as he reached 7 meters close to the body, Jack used his gun just to be sure the assassin was dead.

*BANG*

The bullet cracked open Arslan's helmet and went inside.

Arslan, who was unconscious, woke up by the scratch of the bullet on his head; his whole body was shaking with pain, and he could barely feel anything.

" Grrr... K " Arslan wanted to say something, but only blood came out of his mouth. Jack, seeing Arslan was in such condition, closed in and used Azazel's sword.

Azazel's sword moved with lightning speed, piercing straight through Arslan's body and devouring his soul.

[ Ding!! Congratulations on devouring a low-level system, chose: 1. Random Skill. 2. Upgrade your level by 81 times.]

Jack, after hearing the familiar sound and the panel appearing before him, smiled; he was not a bit sad about Arslan, nor was he feeling guilty, as his thighs were still hurting.

"Mr. Smith, That one is dead now," Jack said confidently, then gestured Clark to come back.

"Well, I'll call the police first. Don't worry about anything; I'll handle the rest," Mr. Smith said, then called several people in a row.

Clark came back with the Range Rover, which was damaged badly from the front as well.

"Both cars are damaged." Clark came in front of Jack to tell him that and looked at the body that was in a pathetic state.

"Let's go in with the Range Rover. It can take us to the next stop at least, where we can relax and think about it," Jack said, then saw Amanda coming towards him.

"Jack, I'm sorry I froze—I have a phobia of gunshots," Amanda admitted, her usual confident and cheerful demeanor completely gone.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it," Jack said, then as he moved, his thigh, which had been inflicted with a bullet before, hurt even more.

"Let's go; I will need some medical equipment as well." Jack could feel the bullet inside him had a deadly poison.

Jack on the system screen chose the second option to level up, as the more he levels up, the more powerful he'll become, and he doesn't want to take risks with Random Skill.

As soon as Jack made his choice, a warm feeling spread through his body, calming his nerves. He felt the bullet in his leg slowly come out, and his wounds started to heal. The poison was cleared from his body, and he felt much stronger. But this wasn't the right time to show it.

"Come, let us attach this Rolls-Royce to the Range Rover's back and go to the next location," Jack said while he looked at his pocket, which had something around 20K dollars.

Clark, nodding his head, pulled out a hook from the Range Rover and attached it to the front of the Rolls-Royce.

"Let's go. It will take us half an hour to reach the next stop, which is a small town; otherwise, there are motels." Mr. Smith said, while he was holding his phone and gun in both of his hands.

"Alright, Clark, drive the car; you guys deal behind," Jack said as he didn't feel pain anymore from his thighs.

Seating inside the compact Range Rover Jack remembered his first car, which was an SUV and compact like this.

Jack felt uncomfortable sitting in the front seat, so he asked Mr. Smith to switch places. Although reluctant, Mr. Smith eventually agreed and gave up his seat, which happened to be beside his daughter.

Seating in the back Jack felt more comfortable as there was more legroom, then he looked back at his Rose Gold Rolls-Royce, which had tires leaking and a door with a bullet mark.

"Jack, Are you okay?" Amanda asked as she was resting her head on Jack's shoulder.

"I am fine; it's just I was a bit unprepared," Jack said. If he had been a little bit more cautious, then maybe he wouldn't have been hurt.

"I am still weak," Jack murmured as the Range Rover went along the highway.

After 30 minutes, they reached a small town; the locals were staring at them as both cars were damaged.

"Let's repair them first," Jack said as they got down from the car in front of a small car repair shop.

Clark stayed to repair them while Mr. Smith was busy on his phone because there was a dead body on the highway, and he was pulling strings everywhere.

Jack took Amanda to a small restaurant nearby. The restaurant was modest, and it looked like the restaurant was only managed by women.

As Jack and Amanda were seated in the restaurant, they saw many bikers coming in one after another. They were all riding cruiser bikes and looked like goons.