Ronan had a feeling that he couldn't quite explain or understand—a vague sense of rejection fading away, as if he had truly become a part of this world.
His gaze swept over the pages of a book.
Level One: Predator (Integrate a large amount of soul power, enhance mental strength, imprint the mark of this world, no longer subject to its rules.)
Abilities:
Predator's Alertness: More sensitive to prey, able to sense mortal threats.
Steel Claws: Temporarily harden hands like steel, consumes one soul fragment to activate.
Soul Fire: Place a soul fragment on a physical object and use mental guidance to ignite a special flame for burning and cooking, the flame's power is related to the number of fragments consumed.
Soul Cooking: Use Soul Fire to cook special magical or spiritual meat, consuming it enhances physical qualities.
At the bottom of the page was a note: Five soul fragments required to unlock the next level.
Though the time and place were not right, Ronan didn't care for the moment. He silently focused on Steel Claws, and one of the marked soul fragments immediately diminished.
With his left hand clenched into a fist, he struck the wall with force, as if it were hit by an iron hammer. The wall cracked, and debris flew.
He then took out a dagger and lightly cut himself, but not a single hair was harmed!
Ronan silently counted and maintained the ability for fifteen seconds before his hand returned to normal.
He had a rough idea and was ready to continue hunting the members of the Morros gang.
With the Great Demon Padi still alive, he couldn't rest easy.
As he was about to go out, a warning flashed in his mind, and he quickly stopped. A dense barrage of bullets hit the wall.
The gunfire quickly ceased, and Ronan rolled to the side, raised his gun, and fired twice in quick succession. The Latin gang member with neck tattoos was hit in the abdomen and fell.
Ronan adjusted his aim and fired more shots to finish him off.
He silently activated his spiritual vision.
With his left hand, he grabbed the souls of the braided Jamie and the tattooed Latin man.
Information appeared in his mind.
Seventy-Two Styles: A skill once pridefully mastered by practitioners of the Saint Fernando Valley!
Ronan took a look at the almost lifeless Jamie and advanced with his gun.
Entering the large kitchen, several bodies lay on the ground, their soul fragments already harvested.
Kri had been hit by a ricochet and was dressing his wound. Upon seeing Ronan, he pointed towards the north window and said, "Padi is over there! Will and the others are chasing him!"
Ronan nodded, pretending to be a real ally, and warned, "Be careful!"
.........
To the north was a sloping path with scattered rocks all around. Halfway up the mountainside, there was a wall where gunshots continued to ring out.
Padi had gathered his remaining two black-clad gunmen and had bloodshot eyes.
Using large, half-meter-high rocks as cover, they took advantage of the bright moonlight to shoot at the besieging black uncles dozens of meters away.
Behind them was a three-meter-high wall, and they weren't afraid of the pursuers; climbing the wall made them easy targets!
Three M4 rifles equipped with silencers kept dozens of black uncles from daring to show their heads.
Will held an M1911 and crouched behind a rock, shouting loudly, "Guys, let's kill that son of a bitch Padi! The boss said anyone who kills Padi will be rewarded with a hundred thousand dollars!"
Nothing could be more motivating for the black uncles. A tall, 1.9-meter-tall African-American man emerged from his hiding place, raised an AK, and fiercely fired at Padi's position.
Bullets rained down densely.
Padi fired two shots from his M4 with a suppressor, blowing off half of the African-American man's head.
Will kept hiding and continued shouting, "Kill him! Kill him!"
Bang! Bang!
Bullets came their way, and Will quickly shut up.
Padi gestured with his eyes, and two black-clad gunmen used the scattered rocks as cover to flank around.
The remaining black uncles kept firing relentlessly, handguns, AKs, and shotguns all blazing.
Suddenly, muffled gunshots rang out from both sides, catching the black uncles off guard. They cried out in pain and chaos spread with casualties.
The remaining black uncles were terrified. Two of them with long curls dropped their guns and tried to run back, but as expected, Padi shot them dead.
The situation on the slope immediately changed, and Will felt a chill down his spine.
Where were the others? Why weren't they coming to support?
Puff! Puff!
Two bullets hit the side of the rock he was hiding behind; the black-clad gunman was approaching from the east!
Will tightened his grip on his gun and aimed in that direction.
Before the black-clad figure could even emerge, he heard the sound of an AR-15 rifle.
Bang! Bang!
The figure first had blood spurting from their chest and then their head exploded.
When Will looked back, he saw Ronan holding the rifle and killing the approaching enemy, continuously firing to suppress them.
"Buddy! You finally made it!" With the crisis momentarily averted, Will waved his nose ringed and pointed behind him with his thumb. "I've been holding off the big demon for you!"
On the slope, Padi noticed a young man in a tactical vest approaching them. With just one glance, he recognized Ronan, the hound's son.
Padi realized that Ronan had set a trap, taking advantage of Padi's eagerness to retrieve the sheepskin book.
"Lucky you!"
As Padi aimed his gun, his target moved like a cat, changing directions unpredictably, and ran towards a spot with dense rocks. The bullets Padi fired only kicked up dust in pursuit.
Ronan swiftly took cover behind a half-meter-high rock and fired back.
"Kill Ronan!" the big demon Padi shouted, "Kill him!"
Ronan responded to the voice with two precisely aimed shots.
Padi retaliated madly!
Without a care!
Apart from Will, there was another black man on the slope, an immigrant of the first generation.
While Ronan was changing magazines, he glanced over and noticed the terrified black man hiding his handgun in a crack between rocks. The man had discarded his clothes far away, retreated, and curled up in the shadow of the rocks, eyes closed.
This racial talent...
Seemingly a three-against-two situation, but in reality, it was a two-against-one!
Ronan knew he could only rely on himself!
He raised his gun and continued shooting!
The black-clad gunman from the west was flanking around, and Ronan sensed the danger. He quickly retreated, and as he did, a bullet hit his AR-15.
With the rifle damaged, Ronan threw it away, pulled out his Glock from his waist, and shifted to the other side of the rock. He aimed the Glock towards the west and fired repeatedly!
He emptied the magazine in one breath, lunged forward, took cover behind another rock, and reloaded with a fresh magazine before shooting again.
At the same time, he had to be on guard against Padi on the slope!
Being caught between two elite gunmen was far from easy!
As Padi fired, he used the advantage of the terrain to move downhill. He wanted to kill Ronan!
No one could play him and get away unscathed!
Padi discarded the automatic rifle with empty rounds and pulled a round grenade from his side bag. He pulled the pin, activated the fuse, and threw it.
Then, he exerted all his strength and threw the second one.
Bang! Bang!
Ronan found an opportunity and killed the last black-clad gunman. His mind was trembling, and he frantically called for backup.
The alertness of the Predator allowed him to spot something flying towards him through the darkness and moonlight.
He leaped with all his strength and took cover behind a rock, protecting his head with both hands.
Boom—
The explosion wasn't too far away, and the shockwave made his head buzz. Flying debris cut a deep gash on the outside of his left arm.
Blood immediately stained his sleeve!
Ronan didn't have time to check the extent of his injuries. He didn't even bother picking up the dropped gun. He pushed off with his legs and darted out, taking cover behind a larger rock.
This slope was filled with scattered rocks, providing an environment for Padi and the two black-clad gunmen to showcase their marksmanship advantages, but it also provided Ronan with cover to avoid the grenades.
Boom—
Another explosion, and the shockwave made Ronan's head feel heavy, his vision going dark.
He never expected Padi to have such deadly devices, and he had been holding onto them!
This wasn't a movie, and wearing a steel helmet or an iron pot wouldn't protect you from the explosion of a grenade.
Ronan had seen comrades sacrificed to the grenades and improvised explosive devices of traffickers before.
Ronan shook his head vigorously to wake himself up a bit!
The newly promoted Predator had worked; within just two breaths, Ronan's vision had recovered.
As soon as he caught his breath, his mind trembled. He pushed off and rolled downhill.
Only then did the gunshots ring out!
Padi arrived about twenty meters away, holding an old-fashioned Colt revolver, firing while advancing towards Ronan.
Ronan had already rolled behind another rock.
After counting six gunshots, he immediately pounced out, not giving Padi time to reload.
Padi discarded the revolver, drew his dagger, and thrust it towards Ronan's chest and abdomen.
Ronan silently invoked "Steel Claws," his left hand blocking the blade, while his right hand struck fiercely at Padi's ear!
Padi was confident in his dagger and strength, thrusting with all his might!
He would pierce through the intercepted hand before it could fall and stab through the upper left side of Ronan's abdomen, hitting his spleen!
The dagger initially struck Ronan's hand, but Padi felt as though he had hit a steel plate, unyielding!
Ronan's tightly clenched right fist felt like a ten-pound iron hammer as it struck near Padi's ear. Padi felt like he had taken the impact of an exploding hand grenade head-on, his head buzzing, and he fell backward.
Seizing the opportunity, Ronan snatched the dagger from Padi's hand. Without hesitation, he turned it around and pierced it through Padi's heart!
The big demon turned into a dead demon!
Ronan sat down, leaning against a nearby rock, first remaining alert to his surroundings to ensure there was no danger, and then he looked at his left hand.
The wound on the outside of his arm was long but not deep, and it wasn't too serious.
Steel Claws automatically stopped, and the palm where the dagger had struck had no injury, just some pain within tolerable limits.
Activating Spirit Vision, he harvested the soul fragments.
Thinking of the American Ronan's father, Hound, and then looking at the corpse of the big demon Padi, Ronan thought, "Your revenge has been avenged."
Clusters of red halos turned into red glows and merged into the soul fragments in Ronan's left hand.
After Padi's soul was harvested, Ronan was somewhat surprised.
Everyone else had gained one soul fragment, but Padi had two!
Could it be that the number of harvested soul fragments was related to strength? Or was it because Padi was a seasoned leader of the underworld?
Information flashed in his mind, fragments of Padi's memories.
There were three people's names and some related information.
The boss of the Garcia Group was named Antonio Garcia, a criminal group leader who used legitimate businesses as a cover. He rarely showed up in the past year, making his whereabouts a mystery.
The sheepskin book was crucial to him, and Padi was determined to retrieve it at any cost.
Ronan frowned; there would be more trouble ahead.
The second person was Harvey Gonzalez, an advisor to the Garcia Group, who could directly contact Garcia.
The last one was Jessica, a Mexican singer known as the "Mexican Sweetheart." Only a few people knew that she was Garcia's daughter.
Not far away, Will stood up and found himself still alive, dancing with excitement!
Looking to one side, the African-American man was covered in blood and dead.
He wished he could kick him a few times, "You can turn invisible! You're so powerful, huh?"
Then he looked to the south, where the big demon Padi, who had easily killed more than a dozen of their people, had been killed by Ronan?
No wonder the boss wanted to recruit Ronan into the Carter Gang; his skills were indeed formidable!
The big demon, true to his name, had roamed Churavista for many years but was killed by the young Ronan.
Will ran over and saw Ronan's left arm stained with blood. He quickly pulled out a bandage and said, "Buddy, let me bandage the wound for you."
Ronan looked at the bandage, and Will said, "Gunfire, bandaging is normal."
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