From the two sides are busy fighting each other. Especially Allen easily defended and counterattacked from James' attack. The black man did not expect the poison to accelerate the speed he experienced. Now, James was the one who started to push.
Attack after attack continued to be launched by Allen. Gun shots and shotguns alternately, making it difficult for James to counterattack. The right hand pulled the trigger from the gun. While the left hand shot him. Two bullets of different sizes and attack power almost hit James. The wounds on both arms were covered in blood. Hissing from the pain. The five fingers of each arm can still be moved. However, his muscles had reached their limit. James needed time to recuperate.
While he was hiding, James threw a smoke bomb. Tricking while running away from Allen. As he ran, the figure of the old man caught up with him. James stared in disbelief as he looked back.
"He's following me, isn't he?" growled James.