Chapter 83: Revenge (7)
Then more gunshots struck him. They struck him in the chest, arms, and legs. Each gunshot felt like a powerful punch. He felt the bullets strike his skin, then cease. Some of the bullets got lodged in his skin. But they did not delve deeply. They did not injure him terribly.
He was bleeding from multiple tiny incisions. But he was alive. He was still standing.
He was really astonished. He would survived numerous rifle bullets. He returned to his senses. He stared at the final few soldiers. Their expressions were full of shock.
They would watched their bullets ricochet off his skin. They had witnessed something that was not possible. He noticed a fresh fear in their eyes. It was the terror of something that could not be destroyed.
Adam came back to his senses with a vengeance. The shock of his own invulnerability was replaced by a cold predatory focus. He charged.
The remaining mercenaries stared in disbelief as the boy they had just shot multiple times ran at them. Their fear turned to panic. They fumbled with their rifles trying to reload trying to aim. It was too late.
Adam was a whirlwind of motion. His knife was a blur. He moved through them with a brutal efficiency a force of nature that could not be stopped. He ducked under a wild swing of a rifle butt. He sidestepped a clumsy bayonet thrust. His knife found its mark again and again. A slash. A thrust. A parry. One by one they fell until he was the only one left standing.
The club was finally silent. The only sound was Adam’s own heavy breathing. He was exhausted. He had been running and fighting continuously for several minutes. Even with his enhanced stamina he was feeling the strain.
He took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. He turned and looked across the room. Eric and Joseph were still on the floor where he had left them. They were staring at him their faces a mixture of awe and terror.
Seeing Adam’s gaze fall upon them Eric scrambled to his feet. His face was a mask of desperation.