My Realistic Adult Game-Chapter 156 - 75: King Slayer, Kenny Clark!

Really?

It’s true!

But a shadow appeared on the ground, and I lay down, raised my hand, and bang!

A bullet hit the bodyguard in the chest, and he went down instantly.

"FUCK!" Number 4 behind didn’t expect me to make an entrance like that and was just about to move his gun.

I pulled the trigger again, my neural reflex, coupled with dynamic vision, made my speed faster.

Bam!

The bullet hit Number 4 in the thigh, piercing his artery.

Bam!

The fourth bodyguard knelt on the ground, and in his vision, I moved the gun again.

The bullet hitting him caused a loss of control in his body, his balance was broken, and when he wanted to fight back.

"Fuck!"

Bam!

I pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet pierced Number 4’s neck.

"Ahh!" Number 3 clutched his chest and rolled on the ground.

I walked slowly towards him, I knew he was wearing a bulletproof vest, aimed at his profile, and pulled the trigger.

Bam!

No loud gunshots, the moment the bullet exited the chamber, it penetrated the bodyguard’s cheek.

I gently pushed open the meeting room door.

Lucas was drinking water, and the moment he saw me, he didn’t panic, instead, he adjusted himself, sitting on the chair like a king facing an enemy army, maintaining his dignity and composure.

"Darling. You guys go to the inside lounge."

"Lucas!"

"Go on, I’ll be fine."

Lucas’s wife looked at me in horror, covering the child’s eyes with her hand, she didn’t leave but rather sat beside Lucas.

I sat across from them, watching the boy playing with a wine glass.

"How old are you?"

"13 years old."

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Just like my dad. Become someone powerful!"

I smiled, looking at the opposite with the handgun. "You have a wonderful family."

"Thank you." Lucas took out a cigarette, "Care for one?"

"A little cigar?"

"Yes, made in Cuba, with a very small production." Lucas lit the cigar, looking at me, "What do you want?"

"What do you think I want? Money? I can earn it, it’s just a matter of time."

"I can give you 100 million US dollars, something you could never obtain in your lifetime."

"Do you think I would accept that? When you first sent people to attack my apartment, we became enemies."

"Everything in this world has a price, 150 million US dollars, Cayman Bank! I can transfer it to you anytime. Kenny, we can be friends." Lucas blew out smoke slowly, he was calm. Smarter than his men, not threatening me, not doing things that would provoke me, he knew through my actions that I was a madman.

"Friends? You sent people to attack my sister, kidnapped her, even threatened me, saying they would hang Helen naked on the streetlight? Do you think I would just let it go? Pioselli even threatened me, wanting to have Helen violated in front of me.

Twice! You attacked me twice. Do you think I would believe a word you say?

Ella and Kelly went through evils unimaginable to ordinary people.

Martina was tortured by you all into begging for death.

One by one, the young girls became your tools, abused, sold, Martina’s family was massacred by you.

Lucas, I know exactly who you people are.

I also know how cruel you are.

Moreover, I know that no one is deserving of forgiveness.

Even God wouldn’t allow me to do so."

"Alright. You can kill me, spare my wife and child, they have nothing to do with all this!"

Lucas tapped the ash into the glass in front of him, he was very composed. He knew I wasn’t here for chatter.

He didn’t plead, didn’t ask me to spare him, not even any entanglement, that was the dignity of a king.

I quietly watched aside, the boy lowered his head, trembling with nervousness.

In his eyes was a gaze filled with hatred.

He covered it well.

"Relax baby, it’s okay! Have some water!" Lucas reached a hand to comfort his son.

His gaze was constantly on me.

"You can make your move now!"

"Don’t you wish to live?" I wanted to see him beg me.

"No, you won’t do that, and I am not willing to do something meaningless, war ends only when one side falls."

Lucas tossed the cigar into the glass, leaned back in the chair, maintaining his poise and smile.

The rich, the powerful, often fear death more than ordinary people because they cannot abandon what they own.

But Lucas’s pride wouldn’t allow him to kneel before me, to lower his arrogant head.

"You have power, wealth, enjoying exquisite food, living a prosperous life, everything you have built upon the suffering and death of others."

"Every successful person treads on blood." Lucas’s face showed a smile, seemingly mocking my naïveté.

"You are right!" My wrist turned, and I pulled the trigger. Bang, bang, bang!

"Bastard, you can’t do this." Watching his wife and child fall onto the chair, Lucas lost his composure for the first time.

"I can!" Bam!

I raised my hand and shot through his forehead.

Thud.

Lucas slumped in the chair, a pained expression on his face, North Tanzande’s king, Lucas Villa, ended his sinful life, perhaps, at the moment of death, he truly regretted it.

"Sorry kid, I saw the flame of revenge in your eyes, if you wanted to become a normal person, I would let you go, but if you wanted to become like your father, I would only kill the young lion!

Your father didn’t consider that punishment would come upon him when he killed Martina’s family.

When he threatened to kill my whole family, he never thought I would show up in front of him.

That’s the end!

When I was kind, everyone was cruel to me, when I was cruel, everyone wanted me to be kind! Go fuck yourself!

I am a demon, I am the butcher of Miami, there’s no mercy in my eyes!"

I stood up, walked out of the meeting room, threw the handgun into the hotel’s trash can.

This is Colombia. Without my fingerprint information, I don’t care if they find the weapon!

Arriving at the first-floor lobby, Bodyguards 1 and 2 searched the crowd, the moment Number 1 saw me, he frowned.

The hotel’s entrance was blocked, officers appeared inside.

"Damn it, someone killed Lucas’s family! Those bastards!" I shouted.

The officer looked at me. "Sir, was it you?"

I spoke excitedly, "It was me, I’m Kenny, a friend of Lucas!"

The officer surely recognized me, wasn’t I that rich man at the auction?

I contributed to the orphans and single-parent families in Cucuta, and my unusual behavior was remembered by many people, I was acknowledged as Lucas’s friend.

Being a friend? Would I kill?

They’d definitely rule me out first.

The officer spoke excitedly, "Oh my god, go to the second floor quickly, sir, are you hurt? Who was the attacker?"

"I didn’t see, I’m so sorry! My head hurts a lot, I was knocked out from behind."

"Quick, take this gentleman for a check-up!"

The officer shouted, "Lucas being assassinated is a major incident."

Of course, it was a good thing for his political opponents because it meant one less powerful enemy, but also bad because many would accuse him of orchestrating it.

In any case, I was led out of the hotel by the officers.

Bodyguard Number 1 watched as I left calmly, immediately rushing to the second floor.

On the street, Duke stood by the car, whistling. "Lucas’s friend?"

"Yes!" I laughed.

"Kenny!"

"WHAT?"

"Scoundrel!"

I got in the car with Duke, there are now four people in the car, two men and two women.

"Are we going to the cinema now?" Maria looked at me excitedly, of course, she knew the danger wasn’t over, asking was just her way of inquiring what we should do next.

"Rebecca, call the pilot, we’re taking off in an hour, destination Cayman!"

"Ah! Going to Cayman!"

"Don’t want to play around for two days with me?"

"Of course, the plane is yours now, you call the shots!"

"Maria, come with me, Cayman is visa-free."

"But I didn’t bring any clothes."

"No problem, you can buy some!"

Duke said nothing, he knew the best strategy now was to leave, otherwise, the police would soon find us.

Of course, why go to Cayman? Because we are carrying a large amount of cash, in Cayman we can deposit without restrictions.

"What about Kelly Ella?"

"We’ll meet them in Cayman!"

The car started, Maria looked at the hotel across the street, "An empire has ended! Kingslayer! Kenny Clark!"