The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 312 Killer Brent

Although Brent was swearing, his tone, order, and demeanor revealed the terrifying abilities of this

mercenary team.

Jack was breathing deeply and endeavored to calm himself. But how the hell was he to remain calm at

this point? The assassination order brought out a mercenary team. How were they to defend against

this?

Intense gun battle continued to be heard. The guards in the corridor started to position themselves to

help the retreating guards. This was no longer the ordinary defense against an assassination attempt.

This had turned into full-on shooting combat.

Brent’s expression changed and started to ponder about something.

Jack sat on the corridor as each gunshot tugged at his nerves. But he was clear that he could only

choose to totally trust Brent and the team for such a battle. It would only complicate matters If he were

to participate too much.

“Chief, they are fighting their way through!” Someone in a room shouted.

Jack looked in that direction and it was from a room that faced the main door of the villa which was also

the direction of the gunshots.

Jack rubbed his nose as his heart continued to sink.

This must be a huge mess inside the villa district. Normally the rich and famous would be afraid of such

a situation happening. They would try all means to avoid and hide something like that so that no one

would find out. But this time it was different. There was a team of mercenaries attacking them.

Bloodthirsty mercenaries would not be concerned about covering their tracks and for others to know

about their actions.

“Bring me my rifle!” Brent suddenly turned ferocious. At this moment, his entire body released a killer

sensation. He was like a gnarling beast ready to pounce.

Was this the look of a Warrior King and killer?

Jack was unsettled and looked at Brent as his pupils constricted. Normally, Brent gave him a secure

and steady feeling. Even when he wanted to protect Daisy and expressed the urge to kill, it was very

different than what he exuded now. Jack felt that Brent had instantly erupted.

Very soon, a guard took a rifle which was wrapped with green cloth. Once the cloth was removed, a

sniper rifle was revealed. It was a AWM-P!

Jack was shocked. Though he wasn’t very familiar with rifles, he recognized this legendary rifle. The

entire rifle was painted green like a poisonous snake reaching out to strike its prey at any moment.

“Chief, when did you last fire this rifle?” The guard who handed Brent the rifle asked.

“Three years ago.” Brent slowly caressed the rifle as if he was pampering his beloved. He turned and

took the rifle towards the room that faced the main entrance of the villa.

Jack sat on the ground all this while and Brent’s transformation surprised him.

Several guards around him began to chat.

“How many do you think Chief will kill this time?”

“How many? Anything less than ten wasn’t worth Chief taking out his rifle.”

“That’s it, now Chief had been forced to show his true colors. Deadpool Mercenary will suffer now.”

…

Jack’s heart stirred wildly when he heard this chatter. He could see from the corner of his eyes that the

guards who were talking began to relax a little. So much so that there was a feeling that they are not

taking this seriously.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a deafening sound from the room.

Boom!

Another deafening shot rang out without a pause. The sudden deafening shots from the rifle stung

Jack’s ears. Then he saw two fingers raised, obviously reporting to the guards.

“One shot one kill! That’s our Chief!” The guards rejoiced excitedly.

Jack also heaved a sigh of relief. Last time he only knew that Brent was very skilled with fighting. But

then if he was to think in detail, how could a king of warriors fight in multiple combats with just his

fighting skills? Marksmanship must be Brent’s topmost skill!

After the two shots, the intense firing from a distance paused.

But Brent didn’t give the opponents any chance.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

…

Each sniper shot was like a string of firecrackers with hardly any time in between them.

But Jack could see the hand continuing to reveal the kills. After five fingers were raised, it was reset

and the count continued.

One shot one kill! There were no wasted shots.

At this moment, there were footsteps around the first floor and shots could be heard from the courtyard.

The guards who went out to find the shooter had retreated to the villa. Brent’s one shot one kill had

covered the retreat of the entire team!

This scene sent shivers down Jack’s spine and he felt numb. How many people had such capabilities? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“They must have retreated,” Jack said as he relaxed.

As he thought of this, a shout in a foreign language could be heard coming from outside. Jack could

hear it clearly.

“Brent! I’m Vampire, the leader of Deadpool Mercenary. I didn’t expect that your marksmanship is still

so deadly after all these years!”

Brent started with a cuss in that language, “Vampire? A bunch of fuckers! The people inside are all

under my protection. Leave if you want to live!”

After he said.

“Retreat!” Brent yelled from inside the room.

Before Jack could react, he saw Bent and a few guards dashing out from that room. Immediately, Jack

saw a flash and thick smoke flying in with an ear-piercing whistle.

“Master! Run!” Instantly, Brent rushed towards Jack and pulled him up. The two of them rushed down

and after a few steps.

Kaboom!

A loud explosion came from behind them and rocks flew everywhere. The intense shockwave cracked

the walls. Jack felt as though he was violently pushed and he lunged forward. Upon landing, he turned

hurriedly to look and was terrified.

The room that Brent and the others were in became an empty space and billowing with smoke.

“Fuck, they even dared to use RPG. This team is asking for it!” Brent spat out saliva mixed with dust.

“They won’t give up.” Jack’s face was pale but dignified. His deep eyes betrayed his horror as he

reasoned, “They are a bunch of lawless maniacs. You guys are unable to fight them head-on.”

Brent was unable to respond to what Jack said because it was true. He as a mercenary knew better

than anyone that to mercenaries, money was more important than their lives. With a seduction of a

billion yuan, the maniacs outside would do whatever it took to fight.

“But we have nowhere else to go,” Brent said solemnly.

Jack suddenly raised his eyebrows, “There is a place that they should fear!”