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 helpless despite his high level

at more than twice the speed of sound, meaning that the shell that hit him had

his body and he felt a sharp pain in his

consciousness as

obliterating his right knee joint and causing his calf and foot to

guns had caused catastrophic

control and fell towards the front

he felt his body being hit repeatedly

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

broken by a shell, and

hit the ground,

was in this moment that Jarvis came to understand the horrifying reality that, even after a person’s head was severed, their brain could still think,

of the shells as his life came to a gruesome

as a mere dead body, especially after having killed the

death, his own demise was much more

dense barrage of bullets that continued

of his body was reduced to

the Dragon Temple had designed the spectacle-shaped ballistics to provide wider coverage, which

allowed Jarvis’s head to escape

tissues filled the air with

rotating head brought the smell into his

he was no longer concerned

consciousness, he recognized that his head was about to hit the

moment, he felt a little fortunate

contact with the ground, a shell from a nearby