The Charismatic Charlie Wade

With Wesley’s fingers tapping on the keyboard, the three defense guns that had already locked onto Jarvis began to spin rapidly.

Almost instantly, shells with a caliber of 30 mm spewed out from the eighteen barrels of the three guns!

A barrage of warheads penetrated the camouflaged glass room and, according to the ballistic missile known as Death’s Kiss, unleashed a torrent of flames upon Jarvis.

While the speed of bullets and shells was faster than the speed of sound, at close range, this speed was less apparent.

Under normal circumstances, if a person was shot at from hundreds of meters away, they would hear the sound of the gunshot before the bullet hit them.

However, Jarvis had been meticulously observing his surroundings.

As the speed of light was significantly faster than the speed of sound and the muzzle velocity of shells, he neither heard the sound nor was hit by the close-in defense artillery.

Instead, he saw the three glass rooms at the top of the wall shatter simultaneously, and flames that were at least one or two meters long erupted from each room.

In that instant, he realized that he had fallen into an ambush!

Using his keen senses, he had noticed that a large number of fast and powerful warheads were being fired at him from the three glass rooms, each one menacingly heading in his direction.

Jarvis was now terrified beyond measure.

Without a second thought, he unleashed the reiki in his body and ran desperately towards his right. But with the three close-in defense guns situated just a few hundred meters away, there was little time left for him to react, even though the speed of sound and the initial velocity of the bullet were much slower than the speed of light.

The AK-630 close-in defense gun, with an initial velocity of 900 meters per second, would leave him with less than half a second to react at such a short distance.

Despite running with all his strength, Jarvis sadly realized that the positions he occupied, as well as the direction he wanted to escape towards, were all covered by the extremely fast warheads.

This left him with no possible means of escape.

Jarvis was consumed with bitterness, never having imagined that he could be so vulnerable and

sound, meaning that the shell that hit him had

his body and he felt

instant, he lost consciousness

and causing his calf and foot to be blasted

impact of the close-in defense guns had caused catastrophic damage to

fell towards

felt his body being hit repeatedly on

see that his entire lower body and torso were almost completely crushed into a mess of bones, flesh, and

had been broken by a shell, and he felt

body hit the ground, it was already

that, even after a person’s head was severed, their brain could still think,

could hear the deafening roar of the shells as

with anger and unwillingness. He never expected to end up as a mere dead body, especially after having killed the taxi driver

own demise was much more gruesome and

the air, avoiding the dense barrage of bullets that

head had been spared, the rest of his body

spectacle-shaped ballistics to provide wider coverage, which meant the ballistic density was not

Jarvis’s head to

bullets that had scorched his body tissues filled the

Jarvis could no longer breathe, the rotating head brought the smell into his nasal cavity, passively reminding

he was no longer concerned about such

that his head was about to hit the

felt a little fortunate

was about to make contact with the ground, a shell from a nearby anti-aircraft gun pierced