"Want to play close quarters?" If it were Chisato Nishikigi, she might have used non-lethal means to subdue him. But now, Alice didn't want to subdue; she only wanted to destroy. For this kind of threat that had almost killed the last relative she had in this World, any mercy was a desecration of her own life.
"System, switch character card—Mikasa Ackerman."
Boom! That light, all-seeing feeling instantly dissipated. In its place was magma surging through her veins, the explosive resonance from deep within her bones, and the brutality and killing instinct engraved in the genes of the Ackerman clan.
Alice put down the gun in her hand. She didn't need a gun. She herself was a weapon.
"Come." Alice beckoned to Wick.
Wick's speed was still astonishingly fast. He performed a tactical lunge, holding the knife with a reverse grip, thrusting directly at Alice's carotid artery, while his left hand attempted to grapple Alice's right arm—this was the standard opening for a jiu-jitsu choke.
If it were an ordinary person, they would be a dead person by now. But in front of the awakened Ackerman, this movement was as slow as a toddler.
Alice didn't dodge. The moment the knife was about to pierce her skin, she reached out with her left hand like lightning and grabbed Wick's wrist holding the knife.
What kind of power was that? Wick felt as if his wrist had been clamped by hydraulic pliers, and even his bones were groaning.
"What, is the most outstanding assassin of The High Table only at this level?" Alice looked at him coldly.
The next second. Snap! A crisp sound. Alice applied force expressionlessly, forcibly bending Wick's wrist at an 11-degree angle.
"Ugh!" Wick let out a muffled grunt, and the knife clattered to the ground.
But he was, after all, a battle-hardened god of death; enduring the intense pain, he threw a vicious hook at Alice's temple.
Alice didn't dodge or avoid it, raising her right hand. Bang! Fist met palm. Wick felt as if he had hit an iron wall, the recoil numbing his shoulder.
"Is this the legendary Boogeyman?" Alice's voice was filled with contempt and brutality. "Without a gun, you're just a slightly stronger ordinary person."
As the words fell, the girl grabbed Wick's fist, pulled it hard towards her, and simultaneously thrust her right knee out like a battering ram.
Thud! This knee hit Wick's abdomen solidly. Wick felt as if his internal organs had shifted in an instant, stomach acid and bile surged up his throat, and his whole body uncontrollably curled into a shrimp.
But this was just the beginning. Alice let go, grabbed Wick's head with both hands, and before he could catch his breath, pressed it down hard while her left knee met his face.
Bang! Blood splattered. Wick's nasal bone shattered, his face was covered in blood, and he staggered backward.
He tried to stabilize his center of gravity, tried to counterattack, and tried to use his pride-and-joy jiu-jitsu techniques. But in the face of absolute strength and speed, technique was a joke.
Before he could stand steady, Alice had already appeared like a ghost by his side. A whip kick. With a whistling sound that tore through the air, it struck Wick's side ribs fiercely.
Snap—That was the sound of ribs breaking and piercing his lungs. Wick was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the hood of the SUV, denting the thick steel plate into a deep crater.
"Cough, cough... cough..." Wick coughed up blood, his body twitching from the intense pain. He struggled to get up; that assassin's willpower was indeed astonishing.
But a foot in a leather boot stepped heavily on his chest. Alice looked down at this man who had once amazed her in movies. At this moment, he was just trash who had attempted to kill her aunt.
Applying pressure with her foot, Wick's sternum made an unbearable creaking sound. Bang! Alice suddenly leaned down and punched Wick in the face.
"This punch is because you scared Sarah."
Bang! Another punch. "This punch is because you damaged the car someone lent me."
Bang! A third punch. "This punch is because you make me feel sick. What kind of bullshit The Continental, what High Table, you're just bullies who pick on the weak."
Wick's face was already a bloody mess, and his consciousness began to fade. He had never been so unilaterally crushed in his life.
Alice grabbed his collar, lifted him up like a dead dog, and pressed him hard against the deformed hood.
She brought her face close to Wick, her azure eyes burning with a chilling murderous intent. "The person who gave you the gold coin is named Hammer, right?"
Wick's swollen eyes barely opened a slit; he didn't speak, just gasped with difficulty.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it." Alice let go and let him slide to the ground. She pulled the blood-stained gold coin from Wick's pocket and tossed it in her hand. Then, she kicked Wick in the chin.
Confirming there was no movement around, she walked to the Mercedes-Benz and opened the door. Sarah was curled up in the corner shivering; seeing Alice, who was radiating a murderous aura, her eyes were filled with unfamiliarity and fear.
"Alice, you..." The sharp light in Alice's eyes gradually faded, and the brutal aura was forcibly suppressed back into her heart.
She reached out and gently wiped the blood off Sarah's face, her voice returning to its usual calm. "It's okay, Aunt Sarah."
"As I said, this World is dangerous. But as long as I'm alive, no one can touch you. Now, let's go home."
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