Johnny himself didn't know how to describe his state; as adrenaline surged, all his combat instincts were spontaneously activated, and everything felt so natural, as if it were meant to be.
Even he hadn't expected the after-effects of the Church Hundred-Man Slaughter to be so potent, and Valentine's sonic weapon seemed to have unlocked some hidden potential within Johnny.
But as things stood, this was actually a good thing; the efficient killing brought extreme terror and pressure, forcing the drug dealers to retreat, with no one daring to step forward to their deaths.
All the drug dealers held their knives in one hand, slowly backing away in a defensive posture, watching the group.
And Johnny also stopped, breathing heavily.
He was gradually coming out of that state, but his physical exertion was severe, and his temples throbbed.
He didn't know how he had entered that strange state, but the physical and mental exhaustion was unprecedented.
He gasped for air, his eyes still vigilantly fixed on the group of drug dealers.
However, the drug dealers' gazes at him were filled with fear.
Cain noticed that Johnny's condition was a bit off, immediately came closer, and whispered, "How are you, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just a bit physically drained," Johnny waved his hand, indicating he was not seriously hurt.
However, everyone had witnessed his recent behavior, which was indeed very abnormal; perhaps it was his special talent, no one knew.
But Johnny noticed a previously unseen proficiency level appear in the bottom right corner of his vision.
"Instinctive Slaughter: Lv2 (35/100)"
Johnny was a little shocked and puzzled; when did this 'Instinctive Slaughter' appear?
He remembered clearly that he had never seen this thing before, nor did he know where it came from, but today he just happened to see it, and it had already leveled up to LV2.
Could it be related to his state just now?
He didn't understand, but there was no time to look at it now.
Because the crowd had slowly parted, and a middle-aged man with a small braid emerged from behind, sporting a scruffy mustache.
After he came out, he glanced at the group, his gaze lingering on Bato, "You shouldn't have gotten involved."
Bato shrugged, "Ma He wasn't planning on letting me go anyway, was he, Mad Dog!"
The man Bato called Mad Dog didn't speak; after glancing at the six people, he extended his hand to them, making a beckoning gesture.
Bato and Cain exchanged glances, and Cain stepped forward, still holding his dagger.
Seeing Cain come out, Mad Dog grinned, "Cain, I know you."
As he spoke, he drew the dagger from his waist, extended it in front of him, then released his grip, letting the dagger fall to the ground.
"Come?"
Cain immediately understood Mad Dog's meaning; he was inviting him to fight.
So he also threw down his dagger, and the two of them each took a step forward, taking up their stances less than 3 meters apart.
The five people behind them exchanged looks, and the moment the two engaged, Johnny also lunged towards the group of drug dealers behind them.
But neither Mad Dog nor Cain paid attention to Johnny's movements; the remaining four also immediately followed suit.
After a short rest, Johnny's physical strength had somewhat recovered. As Johnny suddenly lunged at them, the drug dealers were so frightened they repeatedly retreated.
The drug dealers in the back even turned and ran, completely abandoning the situation here; they weren't afraid of death, but that didn't mean they were willing to die pointlessly.
Cain and Mad Dog's fight was extremely swift; both landed solid punches and strikes.
Since Cain had already said they didn't need to interfere, they didn't concern themselves with that fight and focused on dealing with the group of drug dealers.
Thus, the five once again chased after the drug dealers, who screamed and howled, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
Johnny followed behind, step by step. To be honest, he had really wanted to just shoot Mad Dog, but then he reconsidered. This Mad Dog might still be useful to them, so he decided to let him off for now and deal with these drug dealers before returning to see what to do.
As for Cain, Johnny believed that with his strength, he wouldn't be easily defeated.
And so, gunshots and screams occasionally echoed through the 11th-floor corridor.
Meanwhile, on the 2nd floor, the SWAT officers occasionally saw drug dealers screaming as they were thrown down from above. They also exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what was happening.
But Lama believed this was a good opportunity.
It meant someone was helping them upstairs, drawing fire, which would significantly reduce the number of enemies they faced.
At this moment, the captain and vice-captain had already separated from them; Lama, with three team members, was struggling to survive in a corner on the 2nd floor.
"Let's hold on a little longer; we should be able to achieve final victory soon."
Lama said to his colleagues. Although he had felt despair from the beginning, he now felt hope rising.
At this moment, Johnny upstairs had once again entered killing mode.
Not using a Pistol when you have one is foolish. Johnny used a mix of Pistol and knife, firstly to conserve bullets, so he wouldn't run out of ammunition so quickly.
Secondly, he could also hone his skills; even though he was very tired now, he still had the strength to fight.
It was just that the previous state never returned, and he never saw 'Instinctive Slaughter' pop up again, as if nothing had ever happened.
When Johnny and the other four had dealt with all the drug dealers and returned, they found Cain and Mad Dog still fighting.
Johnny had originally wanted to shoot Mad Dog and finish him off, but as he raised his Pistol, he changed his mind because he saw the cameras.
Bang!
With a gunshot, the surveillance camera above their heads was shattered by Johnny's shot.
Mad Dog and Cain also separated, each standing on one side, watching each other warily.
In this high-intensity battle, the two were evenly matched, or perhaps Mad Dog had a slight edge, subtly suppressing Cain.
"I never thought I'd meet a martial arts fanatic," Cain said, somewhat surprised, even though the fight wasn't as satisfying as he'd hoped, it was still exhilarating.
When Mad Dog turned and saw the Pistol in Johnny's hand, a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes. He, of course, knew how powerful a Pistol was, and he didn't believe he could be faster than a bullet.
"Using a weapon in a bare-handed duel is too despicable."
Mad Dog said this, but Johnny curled his lip. If it weren't for Cain wanting to spar with you, I would have shot you already.
Only the victor has the right to talk about human rights.
With Johnny's cunning personality, if Mad Dog were to challenge him to a fight, a feint and a bullet wouldn't be out of the question, would it?
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