Lucky Spin: Godly Programming-Chapter 144 - 146: No More Mercy 3

The trick behind that semi-pistol is that he just needs to used his hand as a biological railgun where his thumb and forefinger acting as both focusing lens and trigger.

Between his fingers, his body’s micro-tremor network compressed ambient air molecules using high-frequency vibrations.

The narrow space between his fingers functioned as a containment zone, where oscillating kinetic energy was layered into the air creating some kind of a pocket of extreme pressure without combustion or heat.

This is possible because his Kinetic Vein Art can now channel direct vibration energy into external air through his fingertips, turning them into emitters.

Through that static conversion, his kinetic energy partially ionized the compressed pocket of air at his fingertip.

This reduced the resistance and allowed him to store pure motion as potential energy in a window so short it was almost impossible to measure.

When he extended his index finger and snapped his thumb downward in a gesture that imitated a gunshot, his brain released a perfectly timed pulse through his kinetic conduits.

The energy surged forward, ready to burst from the tip of his finger with devastating force. This pulse disrupted the equilibrium inside the compressed air pocket, causing an instantaneous directional release similar to a railgun’s magnetic discharge, but using pure kinetic energy instead of electricity.

The result was a focused kinetic pulse which is a bullet of compressed air traveling faster than sound, invisible yet physically devastating.

Upon contact, the kinetic slug transferred its momentum over an area less than a coin’s diameter.

Because it was not physical matter, it did not shatter or deform. Instead, all of the stored energy was released instantly into the target.

The impact produced a concentrated pressure spike strong enough to equal several tons per square inch, rupturing biological tissue before the nervous system even had a chance to register pain.

This explained the clean and silent kill he performed. The technique was ideal for assassination, since at any moment and in any place he essentially carried a gun with him. It did not need bullets. His fingers alone were enough.

"Lu-Luis is dead," one of the men whispered, his voice shaking and the words breaking as they left his mouth.

The man could not understand any of it. He could not comprehend how Luis died without even being touched by the kid.

After seeing the clean hole through Luis’s head, he knew the kid had done something strange, something far beyond what he could grasp.

If he had acted recklessly earlier, he realized he would have been the one lying on the floor instead.

A cold wave of gratitude washed over him as he remembered how Justin stopped him before. But despite that small relief, a far more terrifying question settled heavily in his mind.

"Would this kid going to kill him as well?"

On the hand, Justin stared at Luis’s lifeless body. Anger surged through him as he processed what had happened.

But was followed by panic, leaving him completely conflicted. He wanted to avenge Luis, yet he could not even understand how the kid had killed him.

"Is he a grandmaster?" The thought came to him suddenly, but he quickly shook his head, refusing to believe it.

A kid below 20 had reached the grandmaster level? If this is in the capital or in the dark world he would be included in the Earthly Warrior List.

But this kid came from a small family with no martial artist background and yet he achieved this prowess? He could not believe that he is a grandmaster at all.

Another point was that he had seen how true grandmasters behaved. They could form invisible barriers, yes, but those barriers always had clear limits.

A grandmaster could not maintain one for too long without exhausting himself, and pushing past that limit often meant death.

On top of that, he had never seen a grandmaster kill someone by simply pointing at the target. That kind of ability was completely unheard of.

It did not fit the movements or techniques of any warrior he knew.

"This mission should never have been accepted in the first place. Just by witnessing his strength directly, he can already be classified as an S-class target. Those bastards," Justin growled, anger spilling out of him as he clenched his fists.

While he was cursing Bernard for putting them into such a one-sided fight, they all noticed the kid’s eyes shift toward them.

"Are you not going to move? If I make a move now, it will already be too late," Jeff said, giving them a chance to act first.

But neither Justin nor the two lackeys moved. They were not foolish enough to try anything after witnessing what happened.

If guns had failed earlier, repeating the same approach would be pointless.

Justin forced himself to think. He pushed every brain cell he had to come up with a perfect plan, and after only a second, a smile formed on his face.

He stepped about five feet away from the others and shouted.

"Great Master, I’m so sorry for offending you please give us a chance, we promise that we will cancel the mission and leave this place, please let us go and...:" he did not finish his words as he was killed on the spot.

"Noisy," he said while looking at the two dead body, he was not feeling pressured nor feeling guilty at all.

After knowing their mission and how softhearted he is he understood that it will never be resulted in something good if he keeps this up.

If it had been the old him, he would have already vomited from the sight, but after experiencing death over and over again in the White Room, he understood something clearly.

Life only gives one chance.

If he made a mistake, he would die, and so would the people around him.

Because of that, he knew he had to clean up his enemies before they had the chance to seek revenge.

When Justin was killed before he could even finish his words, the remaining two finally understood that they were going to die.

In desperation, they each grabbed a gun and fired a barrage of bullets. As always, the shots were blocked effortlessly.

Jeff walked toward them with a calm, steady pace, not bothered at all by the hail of gunfire.

When the two men met his gaze, they froze. His eyes glared at them with a coldness that pierced deeper than any blade.

Moments later, they felt their bodies being lifted off the ground. Their feet left the floor, their lungs tightened, and they realized they could no longer breathe.

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