Just as Jim was about to shoot, a sudden knock on the door stopped him. Ethan tried to take advantage of the opportunity to disarm Jim, but Jim kept moving his gun between him and Claire.
He wasn't sure he could do it without someone getting hurt. As for pulling out his own gun...
thanks to some gear from Morin, Ethan wasn't in the same desperate situation as in the original story and he had a gun, but with Jim's gun pointed at them, he didn't have a chance to pull it out.
After all, Jim was a top-tier special agent and his reactions were very fast.
"Who's in there? This is a baggage compartment. I'm the train conductor. Passengers aren't allowed in here!" the person outside shouted.
"You, open the door," Jim said, gesturing with his gun for Claire to go open it.
He then slowly moved to a different spot where he wouldn't be seen right away when the door opened, but could still threaten both Claire and Ethan.
"Don't try anything funny. My gun is faster than you think!"
Jim knew that no matter who was outside, the first thing he had to do was stop them from making a fuss. If they attracted other people, he'd be in real trouble.
So, the top priority was to trick the troublemaker
outside into coming in, and then make sure they couldn't cause any more trouble! A dead person can't cause trouble, after all.
Claire slowly walked to the door and opened it.
"Hello, Agent Claire," Morin said with a slight smile from outside. He then walked straight into the baggage compartment and closed the door behind him.
"Who are you?" Jim heard what Morin said and his guard immediately went to its maximum.
Knowing Claire was an agent meant he knew their identities, which also meant this person was definitely not a train conductor!
"Who am I?" Morin countered. "Who do you think I am?"
"CIA?" Jim responded subconsciously, then came back to his senses and aimed his gun at Morin.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter who you are. Once you're dead, you're nobody!"
Jim had no intention of dragging this out any longer. It was difficult to keep one handgun pointed at three people, especially while also having to watch Ethan's movements.
As Ethan's team leader, he knew Ethan's skills and didn't dare to give him any opportunity. As soon as he finished speaking, Jim aimed directly at Morin and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
"Clang!"
"No!" Ethan's eyes widened. He barely got half of his roar out before it died in his throat.
"I have to say," Morin stood still, looked down at his chest, and smiled.
"You have excellent aim, Agent Jim."
On Morin's chest, his shirt had a hole in it, revealing something silver-white underneath!
"You know, I used to be a car mechanic, and I was pretty good at it, so I feel a bit nostalgic,"
Morin said as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a large wrench.
"As a car mechanic, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me, right?"
The [Dimensional High-Level Wrench] appeared!
Morin coming in so brazenly was because he was confident. The Dimensional High-Level Wrench that could appear on any part of his body was one of the reasons
for his confidence!
Jim frowned slightly. This person must be crazy! What the hell is with carrying a wrench with you?
Even if he was, shouldn't he have it tucked into his waistband? Who puts it on their chest? Isn't that uncomfortable?
Ignoring the thought, Jim didn't hesitate and fired another shot, this time aiming for the head.
He thought to himself, "Let's see you block this one. Block it if you can."
Another two sounds. "Bang!" and "Clang!"
This time, Ethan, Claire, and Jim all had their eyes wide open. Ethan even forgot to take the opportunity to grab Jim's gun.
"Your aim is pretty good, Agent Jim. It seems you didn't get to your position just by scheming," Morin said, holding the wrench level and tilting his head.
"You manage to hit my wrench perfectly every time..."
"Who exactly are you?!" Jim was starting to panic.
"I used to be a car mechanic," Morin said, playing with the wrench in his hand.
"Oh, I see. You're asking about my current profession, right? You should've said so earlier. My current profession is..."
With that, Morin started walking toward Jim.
"Don't come any closer!" Jim nervously threatened with his gun.
Seeing that Morin had no intention of stopping, he fired again!
"Bang!" "Clang!"
The same familiar sounds. The bullet Jim fired successfully hit Morin's wrench again.
"You're too slow, Agent Jim," Morin continued to walk
toward Jim, step by step.
"Your gun is too slow."
Jim's gun was a revolver, and the bullets traveled at roughly 300 to 400 meters per second.
The human reaction speed limit is generally recognized as 0.1 seconds.
In official racing competitions, a reaction time shorter than this is considered a false start.
Of course, the human body might have even faster reaction speeds, but they just haven't been discovered or proven yet.
Morin's situation was different. He had been enhanced not only in reaction speed but also in physical fitness.
His hardware and software were both more than twelve times the human limit.
This kind of enhancement couldn't be calculated by simply adding, subtracting, multiplying, or dividing based on paper stats.
Morin had once tested his reaction speed and found it was 0.0008 seconds in a normal state.
The distance between Morin and Jim shortened as Morin advanced.
Even after Jim had fired all six bullets from his revolver, the distance had only closed to one meter.
At a speed of 400 m/s, it takes 0.0025 seconds for a bullet to travel one meter.
In other words, Morin was correct when he said the gun was too slow. As long as he was willing, he could see the bullet's trajectory and place the wrench in the right spot to block it completely!
"Bang! Clang!"
"Bang, Clang!"
"Bang! Clang!"
"Bang, Clang!"
"Click, click."
Even when Morin stood in front of him, Jim was still subconsciously pulling the trigger.
However, his handgun wasn't the fabled [Infinite Ammo Handgun] that was a must-have in the Main space.
So, now he was completely out of any means of counter-attack.
"My current profession is," Morin said, pulling out an ID card. "An IRS Special Agent, responsible for investigating your tax evasion and illegal income."
"Are you even human?" Jim's face was filled with disbelief.
He no longer cared if Morin was an IRS agent or if he was there to investigate his tax evasion.
At this moment, he felt his worldview had been completely shattered.
Ethan and Claire, who were nearby, had now become spectators, and they felt the same as Jim.
"Of course I'm human, Agent Jim," Morin smiled and pulled off the human skin mask on his head.
"However, whether you are is something we need to
consider carefully... Oh, and you just shot me six times.
It wouldn't be too much for me to hit you once, would it?"
Without waiting for Jim to say anything more, Morin swung the wrench at him.
Of course, he held back some of the force, otherwise, they would have been treated to a red, yellow, and white melon-like scene.
With a dull thud, Jim fell straight to the ground.
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