Last Stand
A golden Bugatti was running on the road, escorted by three black vans at the front and rear.
"Can't you drive faster?" An old man sitting inside shouted to the driver; he knew that there was a god of death chasing after him.
"I've reached the limit; I can't go any faster!" The driver was also panicked, and the accelerator was almost broken.
"Shoot! Don't let him come!" The three vans in the back turned towards a blurry figure who was running towards them.
They are still 10 metres, 9 metres, 8 metres, 7 metres, 6 metres, and 5 metres away from this figure. But their bullets can't hit him at all!
"Close the door!" The leader of the van in the middle panicked and quickly backed away, and the team members quickly closed the door.
But what's the use? That figure directly crashed into the door!
DADADADADADA!!!
The figure held one team member hostage and then shot at the rest of the team!
"It's number one! It's Michael Jackman! Run!" The person in another van saw the figure's face clearly.
But when it was too late, Michael threw a dead body at their van; the momentum pierced the van, and then it turned over 360 degrees.
BOOM!
Solved the first van; only two vans left.
Michael had already killed everyone in the van, taken control of the steering wheel, and turned the van to the right!
DOLONG!
The front of Michael's car successfully stopped the third van, and then they both overturned.
Michael kicked the floor of the car that was upside down and struggled to get out.
"He's out! Shoot!" The people in front of Michael appear to be the people in the van in front of Buggati.
DADADADADADA!
Michael didn't have time to fill up the hardness of his body, and as a result, his body was constantly pierced by bullets rushing towards his face, and he could only speed up the recovery speed, but he couldn't reduce his pain.
Michael endured the pain and shot at his enemies.
DADADADADADA!
Numerous wounds continued to emerge from Michael's body, and he could only rely on the accelerated recovery speed and terrifying willpower to support his feet, but the support kept pouring in from three vans. After all, if he didn't want to try, could he defeat Number One?
Michael's consciousness began to be in a trance; he really wanted to lie on the ground without moving, but his self-esteem as number one forced him not to fall down.
How is Janice now? Is she dying? Or is she still waiting for him?
...
No! Can't fall! Who is he?
He is number one! A number one who is on the brink of death!
Michael topped up his foot strength, then jumped into the air, looking for the Buggati in the neon-lit city, and the sound of his jump shattered the eardrums of those who shot him.
...
There! Michael noticed that Buggati!
Michael fell towards that Buggati, DONG! Michael landed hard on the roof!
"Huh, it's so hard." Michsrl looked at the undamaged roof panel with the corner of his mouth slanted, as if he saw the panicked old man inside.
He lifted the roof panel, and then the old man took out a Gatling-like...
BOOM!
rocket launcher.
Michael stretched his body to full strength to escape injury, but the force of the impact knocked him out of the car.
Suddenly, the tyre of the Buggati was shot through by something; Michael looked in a certain direction, and someone was aiming at the Buggati with a sniper rifle.
It's Watson!
Michael understood his intention and slowly walked towards Buggati. The old man struggled to get out of the car, but when he saw Michael approaching, he got up and ran to the front of the road.
But within a few steps, his calf was hit by another sniper bullet.
AAAAAAA!
His voice is like a hen waiting to be slaughtered.
"Don't move." Michael aimed his gun at the old man and said, "Tell me, how can we revive 10063?"
"Don't kill me."
"Then answer the question!"
"Okay, okay, but I hope you don't have a gun."
"Impossible; I cannot let you escape."
"I won't..."
"hurry up!"
"Okay! I'm sorry!" The old man jumped up in fright, then limped and led Michael to the destination.
Knowing that the rest of the matter could only be handled by Michael, Watson put away his gun and walked away.
***
The old man took Michael to a pier surrounded by containers, which is the perfect place for killers to hide and kill.
why?
because...
"Fire!" The old man jumped aside suddenly, and several people ran out from behind those containers, each with a light machine gun in his hand.
DADADADADA...!
Michael's body was pierced by multiple bullets, and he finally couldn't bear it and fell to the ground.
"Is he dead?" one of the team members asked what seemed to be the leader.
"I'll go check." The leader wanted to approach slowly.
"No need to check!" A high-pitched man's voice came from the entrance of the pier, mixed with sirens: "MICHAELLLLLLLL!" Michael opened his eyes. It turned out to be Hudson!
The police officers behind Hudson started shooting, and he threw tear gas directly and moved Michael to the back of the container while the eyes of those people were irritated.
Dang! Dang!
Those people forced their eyes open and shot at them, but unfortunately only hit the container they were hiding in.
"How?" Hudson asked.
"Tired," Michael answered truthfully.
"I asked about your wound!"
"need some time."
"Okay," Hudson stood up, "Everyone, get on!" After he finished speaking, he shot down the rope of the crane in front of him, and the hanging container made a deep impact and fell to the ground!
Hudson used the fallen shipping container as cover and killed him with just two shots at the enemy. After all, he also participated in the Third World War, so how could he pay attention to the brat who didn't even know the spirit of cooperation?
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Hudson felt the recoil of the gun, the sound of the bullets falling to the ground, and the sound of the enemy's head being blown off.
But before long, he ran out of spare bullets.
"Now, my turn." Michael's voice appeared next to him, and then he kicked the container towards the enemy, and those who couldn't dodge in time could only be pushed into the sea with his own screams.
DADADADADA...!
Michael's machine gun started roaring, and everyone who was targeted by the bullet was punched with a small hole that would kill them.
...
The bullets ran out.
Enemies are dead.
Only Hudson, Michael, and a dozen police officers remained standing.
Michael jumped up suddenly and stood on the crane, checking his surroundings.
...
He suddenly jumped to the side and then fell at high speed.
DONG!
The engine of the car was trampled by Michael! It's smoking!
Michael pulled the terrified old man out of the car, expressionless and completely indifferent to the hand scratched by the glass.
"Found him?" Hudson rushed out.
"Give it to me." Michael pointed to the black handbag in the old man's hand. His serious tone was in contrast to his laziness before.
"I...I can't..." The old man panicked. He played all the trump cards, but they were all torn apart by the people in front of him.
"Give it to me!" Michael was angry.
"I'm sorry! I'll give it to you!" The old man gave her the handbag; Michael took it, let the old man go, jumped back to the ground, and threw the handbag to Hudson.
Immediately afterwards, BANG!
The old man died.
Michael and Hudson were dumbfounded but didn't know what to do.