Chapter 105: I Don't Like Being Talked Back To

[Chapter 105: I Don't Like Being Talked Back To]

In the shadows, Ian moved like a grim reaper, or perhaps like a conductor of a deadly symphony. He stood quietly in a corner, his mind swiftly maneuvering through his targets in view.

One shot, one kill!

Ian's shot was simple yet lethal, but the chaos erupted as the other gang members fired wildly in terror. Bullets flew across the block, and screams of agony echoed in the night.

"No!"

"I can't see that guy!"

"Who's attacking us?"

"Oh my god, my gun...!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Amid the madness, the gunfire continued, with Ian's speed determining the length of survival for anyone left standing.

Some gang members rushed into the street, only to collapse, moaning in pain on the long pavement. Others lay flattened on the ground, trembling and weeping in fear.

Finally, the gunfire stopped. The street and the houses were scenes of devastation. Only a few remained alive -- mostly street women whom Ian spared, yet some were hit in the crossfire of the gang's random shooting.

The street had fallen completely into darkness. No one could see the enemy, but the smell of blood lingered thick in the air.

...

Confirming there were scant survivors, Ian picked up the phone and said, "Philip, you can come over. Get a few guys from the Crips for protection."

...

With that, he stepped out of the shadows onto the long street. Wearing a fedora and a trench coat, Ian felt as if he had stepped back into the 1920s and 1930s, the heyday of gangsters.

He walked down the street, each step taking him closer to the crazy Jett's hideout. The polished leather shoes clicked sharply on the desolate pavement.

When he arrived at the building, Ian stood behind a wall and knocked on the door. "I'm coming in."

Gunfire erupted, and the dilapidated door was riddled with new holes.

Ian let out a quiet sigh from behind the wall. "Don't be so tense, buddy. Fear will cloud your judgment. If you'd followed my news, you would know the last time in the motel, your useless men were taken out because they ran out of bullets."

"Ian Carr?"

"I..Ian Carr!"

Inside, a mix of terror and excitement erupted.

...

Bang!

The lights suddenly blared to life, illuminating the room. Ian strolled in slowly only to find bodies scattered everywhere.

Jett was frantically reloading his gun, while a few bound women lay at his feet, one of whom was Katherine. Ian's shock mounted as he recognized two of the bound women...

No way!

Jessica Alba?

Amanda Seyfried?

Holy crap! How did they end up here? In his timeline, they had never faced abduction.

Maybe things had shifted in details.

Quickly gathering his composure, Ian feigned ignorance while smiling at Jett.

Jett hurriedly finished loading his magazine and thrust Katherine in front of him as a shield. "Don't come any closer! I'll kill her!"

Ian shrugged, "I don't know her that well."

Katherine looked at Ian in shock.

He did this? Ian Carr?

Jett screamed, "How many of you came?"

Ian sneered, "Just me."

"That's impossible!" Jett yelled.

Ian laughed, tossing his head back. "Ah! Therein lies the problem. Crazy Jett, would you prefer to face one guy who wiped out all your men, or a crowd of people who did the same? I'm saying the outcome is already set in stone. So would you rather confront one person or many?"

Jett stared at Ian in horror.

Ian was all too familiar with that look; he had seen it in Crips's eyes before.

But Jett's luck surely wouldn't match his.

Ian continued, "You hurt my friend, Jett. I had Crips deliver a message to you because I thought we could negotiate. But you turned down my olive branch, so now I'm forced to meet you this way."

He glanced at Katherine, a grin creeping onto his face. "You always thought too highly of yourself."

Then he eyed Katherine appraisingly and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Scared?"

Katherine shouted, "That's water! It's water!"

Jett struck her on the head with his gun. "Shut up!"

Katherine fell silent, seething with rage.

So, Ian chuckled, "It's amusing; you are not afraid of me, but afraid of him, while he is afraid of me, but unfortunately, I am not afraid of you. This circle of fear just can't be completed."

Katherine cried out, "What do you want, Ian Carr!"

Ian simply looked at the camera on his chest, which was recording everything, though he hardly needed it.

Then he smiled, saying, "Nothing much. I just want Mr. Jett here to pay for his actions."

He turned his gaze back to Jett. "Where's your safe? Let's see all your money..."

Jett suddenly aimed his gun at Ian. "Go to hell!"

He squeezed the trigger repeatedly, but no bullets came out. Jett stood dumbfounded.

How could this happen?

Ian picked up a gun from a corpse on the ground, strode over to Jett, and shot him in the arm, aiming to go around Katherine's protective embrace.

"AAAAH!!!" Jett screamed, clutching his wound.

Ian kicked away Jett's gun casually. "Why do you have to make a habit of putting the safety on when you change the magazine? It's not a good habit."

"I didn't!" Jett pleaded.

Bang!

Another shot fired, hitting him in the leg. Ian said, "I typically don't like being talked back to."

Jett writhed in pain on the floor. "Alright, alright, I have it!"

He groaned in agony as he crawled back into the room. Meanwhile, Ian had begun untying the women.

The ladies excitedly rushed into Ian's arms. "Oh my god, you saved us!"

These women had all been abducted by gangsters... essentially a rescue mission like in a big-budget movie, but the luck was good; they encountered Ian Carr instead.

At that moment, as they looked at Ian, they felt overwhelmed with gratitude.

Especially Jessica Alba; just twenty years old yet already famous in America, even if she hadn't starred in her breakout roles yet.

Now she pressed herself excitedly against Ian.

Ian tried his best to calm himself. After countless encounters with beautiful women, he had gained near-perfect control over his reactions.

He reassured them, "Don't worry, you're all safe now."

Inside, he lamented the missed opportunity. What a bust; he had thought this was a drug deal, but it turned out to be human trafficking.

While it might be lucrative for Jett, it lost all value for Ian -- if he had gotten drugs, he could have turned them over to Crips, but girls... those were not something he could trade.

Uh, was his mindset a bit too... straight, given the situation with Jessica Alba and Amanda Seyfried?

While comforting the five girls, Ian shot a fierce glare at Katherine, "You ruined my plan, you damn woman."

He chose not to release Katherine, leaving her as the only one still bound.

Katherine yelled, "Hurry up and untie me!"

Ian gently shook his head. "I usually don't like being talked back to."

Katherine trembled in silence, no longer daring to speak. After all, he had just shot Jett.

From inside the room, Jett shouted, "I opened it! You can come take it now!"

Ian strolled in with casual confidence.

Next to the safe, seeing Ian walk in, Jett suddenly pulled a gun from within the safe and pointed it at Ian with a sinister grin. "I definitely didn't put on the safety this time."

He pulled the trigger.

And once again, nothing happened.

Jett was left dumbfounded, staring at the gun.

Ian pointed his gun at Jett's forehead. "You've got poor eyesight and a muddled memory."

A single bullet pierced through his brow.

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