"Deadpool" Style(Warning Mature Context And Gore R-18)
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As I was counting down in my mind while my mind kept analyzing and processing every little detail that I saw, heard, smelled, and felt at lightning speeds.
I finally heard and saw an old black van driving over with loud music emanating from it.
It took only one millisecond for my brain to formulate the plan of action.
I stood up and while slightly crouching I started running with superhuman speed through the darkness-covered knee-length grass to the warehouse while barely making any sound.
And as I did my body started overheating but the death mana coursing through my blood vessels kept rapidly decreasing my body's temperature and the surroundings making the grass get slowly covered in frost.
Of course, the van overtook me and as it did it stopped right in front of the warehouse's garage doors while the 2 guards came over to make small talk.
I heard that the goods this time a fresh and young! Any chances we get to play with some of them.
The trash with an H-straps with pouches filled with mags while holding an MP5A3 submachine gun with one hand with a synthetic strap over his shoulder attached to the gun to support the weight said while with his other hand he held a burning cigarette.
Not likely they're all of the premium stock.
The trash sitting in the co-drivers seat said with his hands over the rolled-down window with a golden tooth in his mouth filled with crooked teeth while the turned-down music still emanated from the van.
Fuck that sucks! My balls are bursting already!
The trash spat on the ground.
Maybe the boss will let us play with that bitch after he's done fucking her.
Hahaha!
Hopefully the bitch will still have that fire of defiance in her eyes after the boss is done with her.
Hahaha!
Alright, I got to report you in.
Just as the trash grabbed his walkie-talkie and was going to report in.
I with superhuman speed burst out from the darkness into the lamp's light making my eye's pupils automatically contract like cats to adjust to the light.
I drew out my combat knife and Makarov pistol with a silencer attached with superhuman speed that the trash could only see as a blur.
As for me, I saw them move about 70 percent slower in my view like a slowed-down video.
I inserted my combat knife into the trash's with the submachine gun neck in a reverse grip and sliced back with superhuman strength making the combat knife slice through the spine and half of the trash's neck.
As I did the head started falling backward only being held by the necks muscles while a fountain of blood started spurting out from the trashes neck.
While at the same time I pulled my Makarov's trigger at point-blank range at the other trash making the 9х18 mm pistol bullet tear through the trash's rib and heart together with bone fragments and loge itself into the shoulder blade.
Suppressed Bang!
It all happened just in a second I could still see their shocked expressions permanently frozen on their faces.
As the bodies went limp and started falling with my momentum I jumped into the air and while rolling in the air I pointed my Makarov at the trash in the co-driver seat staring at me with shock written all over his face with his mouth open starting to scream in slow motion I pulled the trigger again.
The bullet went through the trash's head fracturing his nose making the bone fragments travel together with the bullet into the trashes brain then the bullet went out through the back of his head bringing together with it blood, bone fragments, and brains tissue and fluids onto the driver's face while the bullet went through his eye into its brain and finally stopped after losing its kinetic force.
While I landed on the ground and rolled to exhaust my momentum.
I inserted my combat knife and Makarov back into their holsters.
4 hostiles eliminated.
8 bullets left.
A chip on the combat knife.
I thought in my mind while quickly running over to the trash with the submachine gun still clutched in his hand while his heart still kept pumping blood to his head making a pool of blood form under the dead body which was rapidly freezing into a solid state from my death mana in the air.
Suddenly I saw their filthy and rotten souls looking how their dead bodies look get enveloped by black particles and get sucked into my body.
+XP (System)
+XP
+XP
Unlike the last time, no memories flooded my mind but even with the drugs in my body and reaper mode, I still felt slight ecstasy.
Countless thoughts spun in my head about this phenomenon but I ignored them for now.
I kneeled with one leg making my padded knee hit the concrete under it hard from my momentum while I tore the submachine gun from the trashes hand and extended the retractable stock while putting the synthetic strap connected to the submachine gun over my head on my shoulder.
I quickly took the trash's walkie-talkie turned its volume to the maximum and put it inside my pouch.
Then I started taking out the submachine gun mags from the trash and putting them into my H-straps empty pouches like a madman.
+5 30 capacity mags I thought.
As I was about to take off the holster with a Glock 17 in it from the other trash waist who just stopped gurgling out rapidly freezing blood from his mouth.
From the black death mana particles emanating from my body who already penetrated the warehouse's wall and entered the warehouse in my mind creating a 3D map, I saw 5 more trash coming over to the doors meant for personnel to enter and exit.
The reason why I didn't hear them with my superhuman hearing is that just standing here I can hear the loud music emanating from the warehouse so it's quite difficult to hear footsteps over the music.
I lied down on the floor next to the trash with the pistol and while lying down I put now my submachine gun sideways on the trash's bloody chest while holding it firmly in my hands with the stock pressed against my shoulder.
Hahaha! That's some good stuff!
The door opened up revealing jacked-up shirtless trash exposing their tattoos with shaven heads and no weapons.
I waited for a second for them all to walk out.
They were so jacked up that they didn't even notice dead bodies or the rapidly dropping temperature and as they did while holding my breath I pulled the trigger in a full-auto mode without any hesitation.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
9*19 mm parabellum bullets poured out from my submachine gun one after another while the cartridges got ejected into the air.
In slow motion I saw the bullets enter the trashes shirtless tattooed bodies one after another tearing the skin, muscles, fracturing bones and making mincemeat out of their organs, and finally exiting from their backs and leaving blood, flesh, bones, brain, and organs fragments with bullet holes on the metal door.
As their bodies got turned into swiss cheese before their limp bodies fell heavily on the concrete floor forming a pool of blood under them from their grotesque-looking wounds.
Click.
Finally, as the last bullet from the 30 capacity mag left the submachine gun I heard a click.
I stood up and while running over the dead bodies with a few still twitching I pulled the bolt back took out the empty mag and dropped it to the ground while I took out the fresh one inserted it and pulled the bolt back again making the fresh bullet enter the submachine guns chamber as the filthy and ugly souls entered my body.
+XP...
9 hostiles eliminated.
4 mags left.
As I pressed my back against the wall with my now bloody black combat boots with the blood rapidly freezing on them while checking the 3D map in my mind and just as I thought the gunshots were loud enough to hear even though the ear-deafening music.
Suddenly once again the smell of fresh blood this close stimulated the monster inside me.
Blood...!
Blood...!!
Blood...!!!
But this time I was in full control at best the voices were like an annoying flie but I knew that it will only get worse.
I ran in while slightly crouching inside the warehouse separated into sections by plastic curtains where it was like in a nightclub with dark illumination, music beating in my ears, and neon lights glowing on and off.
I quickly kneeled on one knee and set my submachine guns iron sights on a junked-up shirtless tattooed trash with golden chains around his neck chest who was already raising and pointing his MP5a3 in slow motion at me.
I pulled the trigger shooting a short burst of 3 bullets while letting the recoil raise my submachine gun's shooting direction and as I did I saw one hit his chest the second tearing through the left side's neck and the third tearing through the trashes skull.
Making the blood from the neck shoot out like a fountain splattering on the plastic curtains while the support concrete beam behind him got covered in his blood, bone, and brain matter with the bullet lodging itself into the support beam.
As the trash started falling down his finger subconsciously squeezed the trigger just before his brain got blown out making the submachine gun spray bullets into the warehouse's roof in full-auto mode.
10 hostiles eliminated.
I continued running inside while slightly crouching and kneeling or taking cover behind any objects tough enough to protect me from pistol bullets while spraying short bursts hitting the trash's chests, necks or hearts each time at least one bullet was a guaranteed kill shot.
But as the music was finally turned off and the lights turned on more and more trashes converged on my position I had to constantly analyze their bodies' every movement to determine where their bullets would hit.
I maneuvered my body left and right just enough to make the bullets pass over my clothes but as more and more bullets poured over me even with my superhuman agility I couldn't evade them all.
Already dozens of bullets either just grazed my fabric-covered skin or tore through my skin and muscles leaving deep gauges which I kept closed with my magisionic powers.
While one of the pistol bullets left a deep gauge on my helmet's right side while another buried itself in my helmet.
And 4 other pistol bullets lodged themselves into my bulletproof vests damaged ceramic plates making them crack.
+XP
90 hostiles eliminated I thought while reloading my last submachine guns mag.
Suddenly a squad of 5 well-trained trash burst out from the crates covering them dressed in black suits shaved clean and scars dotting their faces with H-straps with pouches full of mags holding and pointing their AK-47 at me.
My mind immediately analyzed their bodies each detail.
Without wasting a second I snapped my head to the left.
Making the 7.62*39 mm assault rifle bullet tear through my bandaged cheek tearing open my right cheeks muscles and grazing my cheekbone.
With superhuman speed, I sprinted to take cover behind the concrete support beam next to me on my left while keeping my posture as low as possible not to lower my speed.
But as the 7.62*39 mm assault rifle bullets poured over me hitting the concrete floor and surrounding concrete support beams creating pits and sending chunks of concrete through the air like shrapnel.
2 bullets managed to hit me in my right arm's bicep tearing through my muscles and already cracked ceramic plate while fracturing upon contact with my rib just over my heart while another one tore through my right legs calf muscles and hit the concrete behind me.
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