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"Clear out the restaurant." A big person said loudly as he entered the restaurant Jack was in, he was wearing a leather jacket and a green bandana.

Jack looked at them, and Amanda grabbed Jack's hand with nervousness as she didn't want any more mishaps today.

"L... let's leave, Jack," Amanda requested with her almost teary eyes.

"Alright, don't worry about anything," Jack said, and then, holding Amanda's hand, he stood up and wanted to leave the restaurant.

The whole restaurant was full of bikers. Jack smiled, and guarding Amanda, tried to leave the restaurant.

As they were approaching the restaurant's door, one of the bikers tried to grab Amanda's ass from behind. Jack, who was level 150 now, instantly understood who was trying what in his presence.

*Smack*

Jack swiftly struck the biker's hand with half of his strength. The hand, which had been reaching for Amanda's ass, was instantly separated from the man and shot toward the roof of the restaurant, where it became lodged firmly in place.

*Click*

A gun was instantly pressed to Jack's head, but he simply smiled at the person who had done it.

"Boy, you want to die that badly?" A muscular man who was wearing a black leather vest asked, while he looked at Jack with a little terror.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I don't want any trouble. Let me pay for the damage," Jack said, then wanted to pull out stacks of money but was stopped midway.

"Don't move. You've got a gun with you." The man who was pressing the gun on Jack's head instantly moved towards Jack's waist, where Jack had his Glock hidden.

"Yes, but I am just giving you money." Jack didn't care about the gun; he simply pulled out his 20K and gave them the money.

"Here, repair your shop, shopkeeper," Jack said while throwing the money towards the shopkeeper, who was trembling nonstop.

"Boy, are you trying to be funny? Do you think this is a toy?" Another muscular man stood up, pulling out a second gun and aiming it directly at Jack.

"You guys deserve more money. Let this girl go and ask her father for money; he's nearby," Jack said, as his only burden right now was Amanda, who was trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes, my father is nearby. I'll go and ask for a million," Amanda said as she was about to lose consciousness from terror.

"Million?" The whole room's atmosphere changed after hearing a million can be gained.

"Ask for two million," the man in front of Jack said as he looked at Jack and Amanda, who were wearing expensive clothes from head to toe.

"Your brother stays here. You go," the biker, whose hand is still bleeding crazily, said.

"Alright," Amanda said this, looking at Jack, who was smiling at her reassuringly.

Amanda then left the restaurant with full speed; Jack was left, and he was fearless again this puny gang.

Jack cracking his neck, walked towards the table he was seated in before and sat down.

"Boy, where are you from?" The leader of the pack came at last; he was the person who entered the restaurant first, wearing a leather jacket and a bandana.

"Well, it's none of your business," Jack said, then smiled.

The leader, looking at Jack's cheeky smile, gritted his teeth in anger, then pulled his gun from the waist and pointed it in Jack's direction; Jack just smiled.

*BANG*

A bullet left the leader's gun unintentionally as his gun was not locked, and fired before he could even react; the bullet came towards Jack's temple, and touching Jack's temple, it bounced to the nearby biker whose head got instantly pierced.

The whole restaurant was reeking of blood; Jack then looked at the bike gang leader with an astonished expression.

"You really did use your gun, huh!" Jack said in disappointment.

"I... it was not my intention..." The leader stammered, but before he could say anything further, Jack kicked the chair he was sitting in, sending it flying. He immediately smashed the fridge and stormed inside.

"You dare." Every biker stood up with anger, as the bouncers in front of them just kicked their leader; there were 37 handguns pointed at Jack's direction.

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Several rounds of bullets rang out in the restaurant. After the bullets ended, they looked in Jack's direction. Jack was still standing, and not even one bullet pierced his skin, although the bullets hurt like crazy. Jack's clothes were damaged in the process.

Jack, seeing everyone had used their bullets, smiled and pulled out his Glock 42 from his waist. The gun felt empty as it had no bullets, but Jack smiled and pulled the trigger of his gun.

Every biker got shot. Jack didn't kill them but shot at their legs and hands.

As he was shooting, he heard police sirens coming towards him from afar, so he just left the restaurant as soon as he could.

"Mr. Smith, you have to do something about it," Jack said as he looked at Mr. Smith, who came running after Amanda called him with distress.

"Are you a professional killer?" Mr. Smith asked as he looked in Jack's direction with horror.

The whole restaurant was flooding with blood; Mr. Smith went and talked with the police who just came in.

Apparently, two people died in that incident, the leader and the person who lost his arm from Jack's smack.

"Don't do that again," Mr. Smith said as he was driving his Range Rover; the Rolls-Royce was still on the hook because in this town there were no Rolls-Royce tires available.

"I understand. It was not my intention," Jack said as he was seated behind Amanda.

"Why are you so chaotic? Why didn't I see you on the news?" Mr. Smith asked how someone like Jack could make it to the news as a mass murderer.

"We're almost here," Amanda exclaimed while looking at a mountain.

Jack looked at the mountain, which was standing tall. Jack smiled as he wanted to be as great as a mountain.

"Clark, be ready; I'll make you a new Super Soldier," Jack said as they were approaching the town.