《Loki’s Successor System 》Chapter 113: Clash Of Cops (6)
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Jin stood; keeping his eyes to slits. He had just watched Officer Alexandro rip Wyatt's kidney out of his body. In his opinion, the battle was ... boring. Monotonous.
The other B rank Officers and C rank officers remained far down the opposite end of the alley. And the closer Joan and Wyatt got to them, the more they retreated. They were avoiding the fight. They dared not intervene.
Jin, too, didn't wish to intervene ... at least not yet. His health was restored, and the lower rank officers weren't fighting at all. And so, he had decided to give them a fight, all while gaining experience points.
Jin's mask had manifested on his face again. Alexandro was busy standing there. Jin simply teleported to the other end of the alley, past Joan. He stood in front of the bewildered lower rank officers. There were still a fair amount of them. Under his mask, he had smirked.
The officers had quailed from the time they had seen him. The armed ones had raised their guns. Benji had reappeared next to Jin. And he was hungry.
Jin looked down at his system screen.
[Strength: 40]
[Health: 47]
[Speed: 18]
[Skill: 45]
[Exp: 11/70 | Level 9]
[Defeat 20 Opponents]
[Progression: 7/20 kills]
"Guys, guys," Jin said, looking at the officers. "Why are you tending up that much? Don't you already know you're all gonna die?"
An officer had pressed a finger against his the trigger. Jin dashed left three times. All of the armed officers had started shooting. When suddenly, Jin had vanished. He reappeared behind the officers. He closed his hand, and his dagger had manifested in his palm. He smirked, squeezing his dagger. He whipped it out, and started slashing at the clustered group.
[Progression: 8/20]
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He slashed. Blood gushed.
[Progression: 9/20]
He slashed again.
[Progression: 10/20]
He aimed only for the head. He slashed again.
[Progression: 11/20]
The officers had turned around already. Panic-stricken, a measly selfish few officers had started firing wildly at the group in efforts to hit Jin. And in their efforts, they had only shot their comrades dead.
"Shoot whoever you want! Clear out this feild! We're too close to each other!"
Jin quickly teleported to one of these selfish shooters. He was a bald headed man. Jin plunged his dagger into his stomach, pulled it out, then plunged it again. He repeated this over and over. A disturbing squishing sounded perpetually.
Another one of these shooters had recognized Jin. He pointed his gun, and started firing again. Jin pushed the bald Officer into the shooter.
The shooter continued to fire, shells falling into the floor. He had finsihed his own comrade with the rounds. Jin had teleported behind this officer. He peirced his dagger into his brain, and yanked it out.
A B rank officer lunged toward him. He quickly tossed his dagger while sauntering. The dagger burst through the officer's head. The dagger had vanished as he fell. Jin continued to walk.
[Progression: 15/20]
Benji was on a massacre. He used his draws to shred through flesh and muscle like nothing but sheets of paper. He constantly teleported, and sprinted, a green contrail emanating from his eyes.
An officer had started firing at Benji. Benji simply teleported in the air, and widened its mouth. A shadow was cast over the shadow. The officer had then looked up. His head was then covered in Benji's mouth. Benji then slammed his draws shut. The officer's head was crushed into nothing but a pulp.
Jin stood walked menacingly, slashing at officers.
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[Progression: 19/20]
A certain B rank officer was about to ambush him. The officer was gifted with an ability that allowed him to become invisible. Now, his invisibility was far more superior than Jin's. He was not only undetectable to the sense of sight, but to all other senses as well. One could not see, hear, or smell him.
He grinned widely, licking his lips. Just before his invisibility had ran out, he slashed at Jin's head. When suddenly, his accuracy was thrown off. Something had pulled him from behind. He had fallen. His face hit the ground hard, breaking his nose.
It was Benji; teeth sunken into the officer's left calf. Benji dragged the officer away from Jin. Jin turned around; placing a hand on his neck. He then looked at his hand and saw blood. He turned around only to see Benji eating a man alive. The man constantly became invisible and perceptible as he screamed atop his lungs.
"AHHH FUCK!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!!"
Jin nodded at Benji. He then turned around again. He tossed his dagger at a random Officer. The officer glared. His name was Shawn. He quickly raised his hand, and a huge, poisonous spike had shot out from it. The spike had pierced hit Jin's dagger. Both the spike and the dagger had fallen. Jin closed his hand; summoning his dagger. The spikebearer raised his hand; a spike slowly poetry using from the middle of his palm.
The spikebearer had started to approach Jin. Jin had started to approach the spikebearer. An officer had sent a punch Jin's way. Jin had caught the officer's hand. He quickly twisted the arm in an inhuman way. The bone in the arm had broken in half. The officer wailed. Jin then released the arm, and slashed his dagger at the officer as he walked. The officer's wails were quelled. His head had fallen to the floor.
[Progression: 20/20]
[Task completed!]
[+20 Exp]
[Exp: 31/70 | Level 9]
Jin continued to approach the spikebearer. The spikebearer had started to run. Jin raised his dagger. The spikebearer leaped into the air. Jin leaped into the air. When suddenly, Benji swooped in from the side, snatching the spikebearer out of the air. Jin grimaced, falling back down to his feet.
The spikebearer screamed atop his lungs as Benji began to shred away his face.
Jin knotted his brows at Benji. "Come on, Benji! You keep taking my god damn kills!"
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