Chapter 70: If You Want to Kill Me, Don't Blame Me for Killing You
William, who was watching the game, suddenly saw two imposing men in black jackets walking toward him. His senses snapped to attention, and he quickly swept the two men with his mental strength, immediately detecting the handguns tucked behind their waists.
He stood, turned, and saw Clark standing in the shadows by a window.
*Does Le Chiffre have a death wish?* He hadn't even gone after Le Chiffre yet, and the man dared to send people into his hotel to abduct him. William knew Le Chiffre wouldn't just take the money and let him go; he would surely be killed.
William glanced at Clark with a smirk, then turned and walked toward the balcony. Once outside, he immediately retrieved a Glock 17 from his storage space, flicked off the safety, and chambered a round. He exposed half his body from behind the wall and fired two quick shots at the two mercenaries closest to him.
With two sharp cracks, the heads of the two mercenaries erupted, and the men collapsed to the ground without a sound.
Clark and the four other mercenaries were stunned by the sudden turn of events. Hearing the gunfire, they scrambled for cover, while people on the street below screamed at the sight of the gunman on the balcony.
For a moment, the street erupted into chaos as people clutched their heads and ran for safety.
Outside the hotel, Le Chiffre grew anxious upon hearing the gunshots. He barked at the men behind him, "Take your men and rush in with full gear. If he resists, shoot his arms and legs!"
His men nodded immediately. "Understood, boss. The target is live. Shoot non-lethal areas and take him away immediately after capture."
"Good. Go now, and be quick about it. The police will be here in less than ten minutes."
"Understood." Le Chiffre's men split up; he sent more than ten men to ambush the police at the nearest intersection while he led more than twenty men armed with AKs toward the hotel.
Hiding behind the balcony wall, William scanned the restaurant with his mental power. Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught sight of dozens of armed bandits rushing the hotel. William cursed under his breath.
"Who the hell are these people? Daring to storm a hotel with AKs... damn it, they have to be Le Chiffre's men. This is trouble."
Using the balcony wall for cover, he pulled an M4A1, a tactical bulletproof vest, and a pistol holster from his storage space. He slid six M4A1 magazines into the pouches on the vest and slapped a fresh magazine into the rifle.
He took out three stun grenades and tossed them one after another into the restaurant, aiming for where the kidnappers were hiding.
After throwing them, William quickly ducked into the corner of the balcony and covered his ears with both hands. He knew the power of stun grenades in an enclosed space and didn't want to get caught in his own blast.
There were shouts from the mercenaries inside the restaurant, followed by three deafening bangs.
Neutralizing the men inside temporarily bought William time to deal with the gangsters storming the hotel from the outside. He picked up the M4A1, stood up, and opened fire on the bandits running toward the hotel.
*Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da!* William tucked the butt of the rifle firmly into his shoulder, held down the trigger, and sprayed bullets at the bandits on the street below. They scattered, either scrambling for cover or diving to the ground.
The sheer firepower of William's assault stunned the attackers. They had been far too careless, never thinking to use tactical movements as they approached the hotel.
After emptying two magazines, he saw someone returning fire.
Having taken out over a dozen men in less than ten seconds, William immediately ducked down as the balcony wall behind him exploded with the crackle of incoming fire.
Slinging the M4A1 onto his back, William drew the Glock 17 from its holster. He scanned with his mental power, located two dazed mercenaries inside, and put a bullet in each of their heads.
*Bang! Bang!* In an instant, the two men stopped moving permanently. William moved a few steps to a corner of the wall, pulled the pin on a grenade, counted to two, and tossed it behind the restaurant's bar. Two mercenaries were recovering there from the initial stun grenades.
"Grenade!" one of them screamed. The two mercenaries in the bar barely took two steps before the grenade exploded. The blast threw the two men through the air like rag dolls before they crashed back to the ground, lifeless.
At this point, Clark, hiding in a corner of the restaurant, was terrified. Six of his men had been killed in under two minutes. Clark tried to listen for any movement, his raised gun trembling uncontrollably.
Ten seconds passed, then twenty. Clark felt that time had never moved so slowly. His hands were shaking, and now his legs began to tremble as well. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and screamed, "Come out! William Devinshire, show yourself!"
William was hiding beside a table just four meters away from Clark. Listening to Clark's frantic shouts, he picked up a nearby chair and hurled it toward the corner where Clark was located.
Thrown with immense force, the chair smashed against the wall beside Clark and bounced into him.
Clark immediately fired at the chair. After two shots, he realized it was just a chair. As his tense nerves relaxed for a fraction of a second, he turned his muzzle back, only to find William's Glock pointed at him.
Clark looked up and saw William's cold eyes fixed on him. Just as he was about to raise his hands to surrender, he heard a "bang" as everything went dark.
William looked at Clark's body, his face showing no hesitation or reluctance. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me. William would not show mercy now, not with more than a dozen gangsters with AKs waiting for him outside and below.
He had no time for soft-heartedness and decided to kill all of these gangsters. First, to test the combat skills he had learned from the system. Second, William wanted to use the deaths of these men to send a warning to anyone else who might get ideas about him and his money.
He had made over 220 million US dollars from selling his game and had just won another 170 million at the poker table. With nearly 400 million US dollars in cash, he knew that a lot of people would be watching him. In the eyes of some, William was the fattest sheep imaginable, so he had to be ruthless today. He had to make an example of them so that others would be too afraid to try their luck.
These bandits had just run straight into his line of fire. William felt no sympathy or guilt for killing them.
And William decided he had to kill Le Chiffre as well. He refused to leave any security risks. Since Le Chiffre had made a move against him, William would never allow his enemy to live and get another chance to find him in the future.
He still had a mother to protect and would certainly have children in the future. He refused to leave a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Only a dead man can't seek revenge.
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