Chapter 95: Owen Gets Beaten Up
Silence.
Then—
"Hahahaha!"
Campbell burst out laughing, followed by several others who had been training nearby. Even Monica, who had been practicing her shooting, paused to look over.
Even ASH, usually so serious, cracked a small smile.
"You… you cheated—oh, goddamn it…"
The mocking laughter from the group made Triss feel embarrassed and furious.
He had let his guard down and actually lost his gun to this rookie. For a battle-hardened veteran, that was humiliating.
"Oh? You wanna test quick-draw skills? Let's go, then."
Owen flipped the gun around and handed it back to Triss, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Alright, I'll be the referee." Campbell grinned, stepping in.
The other SWAT members gathered around, eager to watch.
The rookie had already impressed them once with his marksmanship, but in the end, a rookie was still a rookie. They were looking forward to watching Triss put Owen in his place.
Triss focused, his face serious. He had to get his pride back.
"One, two… go!"
Triss held his breath, moving at top speed.
In the blink of an eye, his hand gripped his gun—
But before he could even aim, a cold sensation touched his forehead.
Owen's gun was already there.
Triss froze.
Owen, still grinning, held his pistol against Triss's forehead.
He had won again.
The crowd fell silent—this time, no one laughed.
A moment ago, they could've made excuses—maybe Triss had been careless.
But this was a fair match.
And Owen still won.
This rookie wasn't normal.
His marksmanship was elite.
His reaction time was lightning-fast.
And now, his quick-draw speed was top-tier.
"Is he really just a rookie? I heard he used to be just a regular cop… this doesn't make sense."
Triss's face turned red.
But deep down, he knew—he hadn't made any mistakes.
Owen was simply faster.
After a moment, he exhaled, then nodded.
"I lost. You're good."
His straightforward acceptance of defeat actually changed Owen's opinion of him.
Just then, Monica spoke up.
"Owen, I want to challenge you."
Owen blinked.
"Seriously? Again? Didn't we just compete yesterday?"
Everyone turned to look at him. He hesitated—if he kept beating the FBI's best, wouldn't they start resenting him?
He was about to make an excuse to refuse, but—
Monica suddenly took a combat stance.
"Let's go."
…What?
Owen was confused.
She wanted to fight him? Not a shooting match?
The other SWAT members were just as shocked.
Monica was known for her shooting skills—why was she challenging him to hand-to-hand combat?
Campbell was the first to break the silence.
"Monica, what the hell? Why not a shooting match? That's your specialty."
Monica's response shocked everyone.
"Because we already had a shooting match. And I lost."
The group fell dead silent.
Then—
They all turned to Owen.
He nodded.
Since Monica wasn't explaining, he quickly summarized their IPSC competition from the day before.
Now, everyone understood.
"No wonder Monica defended Owen's shooting skills earlier… she had already lost to him."
Suddenly, Triss felt a little better about losing.
"Alright, at least I'm not the only one."
Now, however, Owen was annoyed.
Monica had put him on the spot again.
If he refused, the FBI team wouldn't take it well.
So—he had no choice.
Monica didn't wait—she charged first.
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Owen wasn't sure about Monica's fighting skills, but she was fast and strong.
He dodged two quick strikes.
Owen had police combat training, some military hand-to-hand skills, and even a bit of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
Against average fighters, he had no problem.
But against Monica—
He immediately felt restricted.
Her style was completely different—it was more like Krav Maga.
Fast. Brutal. Every move targeted a vital point.
She even used sacrifice techniques—moves where she was willing to take a hit in order to land a deadly counterattack.
Owen was reminded of the sniper from Zhongchen Tower—the one who had fought him and McClane at the same time.
A few exchanges later, it was obvious—
Owen was losing.
Their technical levels weren't even close.
Monica's movements were deadly and unpredictable.
Owen took several hits and barely avoided getting locked down.
Monica was all offense.
Owen tried to counter, but she constantly switched techniques—turning attack moves into submission holds.
If not for his reaction speed boost, he would've already been trapped.
But every time he escaped—her next attack was already coming.
It was frustrating as hell.
And the worst part?
He didn't want to actually hurt Monica.
He knew that if he activated full strength, he could overpower her.
But knocking her out cold in front of her own team wasn't a good idea.
So, he held back.
That was a mistake.
She threw a faint punch to his chest—
He blocked it—
But it was bait.
She grabbed his wrist and locked in a joint hold.
If he didn't tap out, she'd break his arm.
But Owen wasn't done yet.
Using bullet time, he flipped forward, twisting out of the hold.
He had escaped—
But—
Monica tripped him mid-flip.
SLAM.
Owen landed on his back—Monica straddled him, grabbing his leg in a submission hold.
If she applied pressure—his ankle would snap.
"Tap out!"
Owen sighed.
"Tap, tap, tap."
He slapped the ground, signaling defeat.
Lying there, he couldn't help but notice—Monica's body felt incredibly… soft.
Q弹Q弹的...
But before he could get any strange ideas, he forced himself to focus.
This woman would actually break his leg if he resisted.
"Damn, she's scary."
Monica finally let him go, standing up.
She was sweaty but in a great mood.
Since losing to Owen yesterday, she had been frustrated.
But now?
She was satisfied.
The other SWAT members were also grinning.
Nothing was more satisfying than watching the rookie get his ass kicked.
Even ASH seemed impressed.
"Owen, you should consider joining SWAT. I can recommend you to the FBI."
Owen was stunned.
Even though he had cheated his way to victory, he had earned their respect.
Before he could respond—
ALARMS BLARED THROUGH THE BASE.
Everyone's faces changed.
ASH barked orders immediately.
"Emergency deployment! Full gear—rally at the entrance in five minutes!"