End of Days Game: I'm the Only One Who Can See the Hidden Cues

"Dad, we can't let him go!" Gary immediately panicked.

He still vividly remembered the slaps from Jeremy. How could he let him off so easily?

Just thinking about it made Gary grind his teeth in anger. He not only had to slap those two slaps back, but also broke his limbs in front of Hedy. Only in this way could he eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Gary wanted to say more, but was met with a cold glance from Garcia.

He immediately shrank back, not daring to speak further, clearly showing his fear of his father.

Upon hearing this, Jeremy smiled and calmly asked, "And what if I refuse?"

At his words, the group exchanged looks and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Garcia cocked his gun, pointing its dark muzzle at Jeremy.

He dropped the smile from his face and coldly said, "It seems you don't understand your situation."

As he spoke, the other four men also drew their guns, aiming them at Jeremy, all assault rifles in hand.

Jeremy glanced at the guns they held, and memories involuntarily surfaced in his mind...

The APC-9 submachine gun, capable of firing 11.43x23mm Colt pistol bullets.

It features both semi-automatic and fully-automatic firing modes, with a rate of fire that can reach up to 1080 rounds per minute, equipped with a laser sight.

A smile played at the corners of Jeremy's mouth.

It seemed his gains this time were not bad at all.

Seeing Jeremy still able to smile, Garcia felt provoked and scoffed, "So, Jeremy, I know you're the top-ranked player. But don't think your high level makes you untouchable. We've killed more than one or two players."

With that, Garcia aimed the gun at Jeremy's head and coldly said, "Now, I'll give you one last chance. Lay down all your equipment and items!"

"Dad, no need for talk. Just shoot him dead!" Gary egged on from the side, eager for Garcia to kill Jeremy on the spot.

Garcia remained silent. If it could be avoided, he didn't want to engage with a high-level player like Jeremy. Who knows what tricks he had up his sleeve.

But if Jeremy truly not to know chalk from cheese, Garcia wouldn't mind turning him into a beehive.

Garcia had killed extraordinary players before, even obtaining equipment from them.

Thus, Garcia was well aware of the strength of such equipment. For this reason, he had to have Jeremy's equipment at any cost!

"So, you've killed players?" Jeremy's tone was even, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

One of Garcia's men laughed loudly, "Not only have we killed, but we've also took turns fucking them. The taste of players is not something ordinary people can compare with. Scared now? It's still not too late to beg for mercy."

Jeremy smiled indifferently, "It's not fear. I just feel that killing you now wouldn't weigh on my conscience."

As Jeremy's words fell, his eyes suddenly flashed with a blood-red light.

To the astonishment of everyone present, silver-white and deep blue lights suddenly radiated from Jeremy.

"Lead the Way!"

"Shadow Step!"

Both skills activated simultaneously, and Jeremy's speed surged instantly!

Garcia's pupils dilated in shock, and he roared, "Fire!!"

The remaining three dared not slack off and aimed directly at Jeremy's position, pulling the trigger.

Jeremy exerted force beneath his feet, and the ground exploded with a roar, his figure instantly vanishing.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!!"

Flames spat from the APC-9 submachine guns in the hands of the four men, and for a moment, the dense sound of gunfire echoed through the night sky.

Dirt and debris flew, and a trash can beside the sidewalk was riddled with bullets in the blink of an eye.

By the time the four had emptied their magazines, the stainless steel lamp posts beside the road had been deformed by the dense bullets and then slowly crashed to the ground.

"Boom!"

The streetlight fell, sparking on impact.

With the light gone, the area darkened considerably.

"Is he... is he dead?" Gary looked around nervously and asked.

Jeremy's sudden activation of his skills had startled him.

Despite being players themselves, he hadn't even caught a glimpse of Jeremy's form. The gap between them was too vast.

Garcia frowned as he reloaded, just about to remind him to keep quiet.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed something was amiss and turned his gaze towards the two detectives behind Gary.

They were holding their submachine guns with stiff bodies, like stone statues.

A bad feeling suddenly surged in Garcia's heart, "What are you two zoning out for, get moving..."

Before he could finish, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The heads of the two detectives began to slowly slide off their necks, followed by a fountain-like spray of blood gushing from their necks, dripping down like rain.

Gary, standing in front of them, felt a warm sensation on his face and thought it was raining, reaching out to touch it.

"Is this... blood?!" Seeing the blood on his hand, he immediately realized what was happening, turning in horror to look behind him...

And then he saw two headless bodies standing upright.

"God!!" Gary let out a piercing scream. The tall and strong young man hiding behind Garcia like a frightened girl.

The remaining two detectives also showed faces of fear.

They hadn't even seen when Jeremy had made his move, and their two colleagues were already killed by the opponent!

"You coward, show yourself if you dare!" Garcia, suppressing the fear in his heart, sprayed bullets all around with his submachine gun, as if only this could bring him some sense of security.

"Interesting." A sneer, like that of a demon, echoed close to Garcia and the others.

The four felt as if they had plunged into an ice cave, sweat beading on their foreheads.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?" Unknown when, Jeremy's figure had appeared behind Garcia and the others, like a ghost, even patting the shoulders of the two detectives.

"Damn you! Go to hell!" Overcome with fear, one of the detectives turned around abruptly, aiming his submachine gun at Jeremy, ready to pull the trigger.

Jeremy's eyes were cold, his arm swung, and his long sword chopped down.

In the darkness, two dark red sword lights shone, sliding from top to bottom across the bodies of the two gun-wielding detectives.

The bodies of the two detectives stiffened suddenly, a line of blood slowly appearing on their foreheads.

Then, their bodies were abruptly split in half, with viscera and blood spilling everywhere, the stench foul.

In just a few breaths' time, the four armed detectives had lost their lives at Jeremy's hand.

Watching Jeremy, holding his swords with a calm demeanor, Garcia's breath halted, his eyes filled with terror.

These were four detectives with rich combat experience! However, in the confrontation with Jeremy, they surprisingly had no strength to counterattack.

Is this... really just a high school student?!

Seeing Jeremy approach with his sword drawn, Gary's expression was one of terror, and his voice trembled as he threatened, "Jeremy, you can't kill us. My father is a detective. If you kill us, you'll be opposing the government..."

"The government?" Jeremy's lips curled into a sneer. In a world on the brink of collapse, the government could barely protect itself, let alone concern itself with him.

Moreover...

Jeremy said with a light smile, "If I kill all of you, won't that solve the problem?"

Looking into Jeremy's calm eyes, a chill rose in Garcia's heart.

Having been a police officer for many years, he had encountered countless vicious criminals and killers. But he had never seen anyone like Jeremy, who killed as easily as one would drink water.

It was as if he wasn't killing people, but merely wild chickens or dogs.

This was a profound disregard for life from the bottom of his heart.

"You and your father, just be on your way then." Jeremy had no intention of giving the father and son a chance to plead for mercy.

Since they dared to offend him, they had to pay the price.

Black flames ignited in Jeremy's hand, and an aura filled with malevolence suddenly erupted.

"Sinfire!"

With a wave of his hand, Jeremy sent the black flames flying towards Garcia.

Watching the black flames flying towards him, Garcia's pupils shrank to the size of needle points, feeling as if a massive shadow of death had enveloped him, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

In that moment, Garcia was truly afraid.

He didn't want to die. He hadn't yet had the chance to reign supreme in this apocalyptic world. How could he just die here!

Without a second thought, Garcia pulled Gary, who was beside him, in front of him as a shield.

Then, he turned and ran, not looking back.

At that moment, Gary was still in a daze, not having time to react before the black Sinfire landed on him.

"Boom!"

The moment it touched Gary, the black flame, originally only the size of a fist, exploded violently. The surging Sinfire instantly engulfed him completely.

"Argh!!!"

Engulfed by the Sinfire, Gary let out a heart-wrenching, agonized scream.