The Unfinished Battle with Michael Jackman

"Okay, here comes the question: why on earth did Michael Jackman kill the mayor?" Alicia asked while watching TV.

"Doesn't this prove what you said?" Jackson put the flowers in his hand, sat on the chair, and looked at Brian. "Don't pretend to be asleep; you can also say a few words, and be careful not to suppress depression."

"I'm going to rest," Brian said.

"You always say that in bed," Alicia said, leaning against the wall.

"Sister, you are off topic." Jackson reminded.

"Didn't you just start this topic?" Alicia glared at him.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing," Brian said helplessly. "That is to say, the number one really cooperated with the mayor to illegally manufacture artificial humans, so the question of why he was not found will be solved."

"Let me tell you this, patient," Jackson said, closing Brian's mouth, "it was actually discovered, but it was all suppressed by the mayor."

"Very well, you're smart." Alicia nodded.

"Hey! I guessed it too!"

"Yes, yes." Alicia suddenly thought of something, and her smiling face disappeared in an instant. "It's strange; why hasn't he come to silence it now?"

"...what?" Brian and Jackson were stunned.

"Since we saw his face, why didn't he come and silence us?"

"That's right," Jackson thought.

"I think it's simpler, that is, he didn't pay attention to us at all; I'm afraid he didn't hire those killers," Brian guessed the truth, "even if he hired a few, maybe he didn't bother to talk to us. Is it really dead?"

Jackson was a little surprised by the truth: Alicia was calm on the surface, but in fact the veins on her fist were almost piercing her skin.

"Mr. Brian." A nurse opened the door of the ward, holding a wireless microphone (that's a public phone), and said, "Someone is looking for you."

"!"

Someone is looking for him!

"Hi." Brian answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Brian," the lazy tone, no matter who it is, can hear whose voice it is, "I heard from my subordinates that you ran away, and there is nothing we can do; we can only invite you back."

"A fool would accept your invitation."

"Hahaha! No, no, no, I don't need to let you accept it." The window of the ward suddenly opened, and it was raining outside the window, and the face outside was wet. "I just want to tell you, you must meet me. Do you want to call the police or not?" Michael Jackman showed the teacher a gratifying smile but was a little scared by the rain. "I have another request. Can you play poker with me?"

Michael hung up the phone and jumped in. Alicia took out a pistol when she saw this; she was ready to pull the trigger at any time. Jackson was ready to open a portal under Michael's feet at any time.

"Here." Michael took out three packs of black cigarette cases, each with "place", "time" and "day", "I bought it when I was young, although it was for decoration, but I like to use it to create an atmosphere."

"This is very similar to the picture of John Wick." Brian tried to ease his fear with these words.

"This is what John Wick came out of." Michael said, "Aren't you tired of holding your hands like this?" He opened the cigarette case, prepared three cups, and poured the first box into the leftmost He then shook the cup and held it in front of Brian, saying, "Draw one." Brian did as he said and drew a "bridge".

Michael put the card he drew on the bed, then repeated the move twice, allowing Brian to draw "01" and "20".

"Okay, let's meet at 1 o'clock tonight; the location is right there." Michael pointed to the place where Brian and Lily duelled outside and said, "Goodbye."

He left, leaving behind a terrified trio.

"Is he trying to scare people to death?"

"I don't know; maybe he likes it."

***

Brian took the wooden sword and came to the entrance of the bridge. He saw Michael Jackman standing in the centre smoking a cigarette, and there was a white guitar case next to him. When he saw Brian coming, he stepped on the cigarette.

"Remember I asked a question?" Michael looked at Brian.

"If you think you can forgive your own sins, what about them?" Brian recounted.

"Do you have an answer?"

"One thing to clarify, I didn't forgive myself," Brian said. "I don't want to ask those people for forgiveness; I admit that I was just angry at the time, but even if I admit it, so what? Unless I can travel through time and space, their blood will stick to my hands forever. But I will not forget. This is a lesson, a sin, but also a warning, warning me never to make the same mistake again and to do more good things at the same time. To make up for my sins, well, I hope." This answer made Michael smile gratifyingly.

"You have earned my respect, but you still lack one thing." Michael's words made Brian very confused.

What is he missing?

"However, I'm still willing to take back what I said in the company," Michael said, taking out a pistol with an extremely long barrel from the guitar case next to him. "You deserve to be killed by me."

...

Bang!

Brian ducked, then drew his wooden sword and charged at Michael.

Michael fired another shot, and Brian lowered his body to align with his waist and then lost his centre of gravity. Brian quickly supported himself with his hands and then rolled over. After his feet hit the ground, he quickly shot off the muzzle that was aimed at him, but then came Michael's kick.

Taking advantage of Michael's foot strength, Brian distanced himself from Michael. Seeing this, Michael rushed towards the shotgun, and Brian quickly followed.

Michael saw the gun, and Brian was ready to strike his head with the sword. Michael realised that it was too late to pull the trigger, so he swung the gun. The butt was separated from the gun body, and then the butt pulled an iron pipe from the body, forming a melee weapon.

Michael quickly blocked Brian's attack with this melee weapon; he pushed the wooden sword away and then flew Brian with the muzzle of the gun. The sudden pain caused Brian to accidentally drop the wooden sword.

Brian landed on his back, Michael pushed the butt of the gun back to its original position, and then pulled the trigger. Brian dodged sideways, then got up and got another bullet, and then he jumped at Michael. Michael almost fell into the river. In desperation, he used the iron fence behind you to support your back so you didn't fall into the river.

Brian hugged Michael's waist and kicked his feet hard, trying to push Michael into the river, even though Michael kept banging his elbows on his back. Michael simply grabbed Brian's shoulder and threw it to the side. Brian stood up, and then Brian was hit by a bullet in the abdomen. He covered the wound with his hand and knelt down on one knee. Unable to move on the ground.

He felt something pressed against the back of his head, and then Michael's voice sounded, "This is the last shot. I'm sorry, but you will have a place in my heart. Do you have any last words?"

"...I'm sorry." Brian didn't know who he was apologising to and why—if he felt guilty about the people he killed or because he didn't know that his friends were here to duel Michael. He suddenly felt like both.

"Okay." Michael was about to pull the trigger.

call! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

It was the sound of the wind, and it was approaching them at an incredible speed. Michael quickly used his ability to slow down the speed of the gust of wind, and then he realised that he had been tricked.

Because Brian is gone!

Michael knew that Brian's injury meant that he couldn't run away by himself, so he guessed that someone would take him away. He stepped on the floor suddenly, increasing the vibration of the floor, and then he felt a person being lifted into the air by the vibration and falling heavily. He faced the place where someone fell, blew out a breath of wind with his mouth, and increased the wind force. The iron sand on someone's body was blown away, and his own back also hit the iron railing due to the wind force.

It's Gordon Potter! That's what he was going to be, Brian Crocker!

"The gust of wind should be controlled by your sister. You guys use the wind to distract my attention, and then you will take this guy away." Michael guessed the truth, but...

"You guessed it, but it's only halfway." A girl's voice came from above, and she spoke for Gordon, saying what he wanted to say.

That girl has landed; it's Lily Potter!

"The other half?" Michael was dumbfounded.

"AAAAAAAAAA!" A voice came from Michael's head; the source of the voice locked Michael's throat tightly; Michael's centre of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards; then he saw himself falling from a ceiling, and then he fell heavily on the fuel tank.

The man with the throat locked behind him is gone; it seems that he teleported away. It should be Jackson Statham.

It looks like a factory here; it should be producing gasoline because there are gasoline-making machines and fuel tanks everywhere. The floor and walls are oily and full of stains, and it is hard to imagine how long the cleaning robot in this factory has not worked. Although the plot robot consumes a lot of electricity, the electricity bill is therefore high, but a factory should be able to afford the electricity bill, right?

"It seems that this boss is better at squeezing employees than me." Michael smiled.

"Hello." Just as he took a few steps, a black-haired girl wearing a blue vest stood outside the door and said, The school badge was stuck on the blue vest. It was "Aoba School", holding it in her hand.

Bang!

Boom!

The factory was killed in the fire because of a bullet hitting the fuel tank, and Michael was trapped inside and couldn't get out.

"あばよ." The black-haired girl in the blue vest is Alicia.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to get out?" Jackson appeared from behind and was about to hug her, but Alicia threw him over his shoulder to resolve it.

"Why worry?"

"Humph!...Wow!" Jackson suddenly pointed to the front.

Michael struggled forward with burns all over his body!

Bang!

A bullet went straight to his forehead!

"AAAAAAAAA!" In order to control the bullet and prevent it from entering his head, Michael couldn't lower his pain index. As a result, the pain caused by the burns made him unconscious, and the upper part hit by the bullet was bleeding slowly.

"Ha..." Alicia sighed and kneeled down. "This guy is too invecrible."

No, Michael isn't dead; he's just "comatose"!