bdsm-fiction Chapter 13 Reversal
Chapter 13 Reversal
Zhan Lan and the others also anxiously tried to persuade Matthew and his men not to fire their guns and to talk things out.
When Matthew heard Zhan Lan and the others' advice, he sneered, "I've suspected your identities for a long time. Although there are no loopholes in your identities on the documents, apart from those two, which of the rest of you looks like company security?"
At this point, Matthew pointed his gun at Zhu Peng and said, "Especially him, that fat guy, he gets out of breath after walking just a few steps. How could the company possibly hire someone like that as a security guard?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Peng retorted stubbornly, "Can't I be someone with connections?"
Upon hearing this, Matthew and the others froze for a moment, with Kaplan even hesitantly calling out, "Captain!"
"A person with connections?"
Matthew glanced at the fat Zhu Peng, then at the pretty-boy Zheng Zha, the big-breasted woman with glasses who didn't seem very bright, and the obviously immature Li Xiaoyi. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
"Fuck, are these people really just people with connections?"
"How come there are so many people with connections?"
"I hate these people with connections the most!"
Suddenly, the situation began to take a strange turn.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased considerably, Zhan Lan spoke up again, "Captain, could you please put the gun down first?"
Matthew remained unmoved, his gun still pointed at Geralt, and replied seriously, "Even if you're related by connections, it's still very suspicious. If you're all related by connections, wouldn't it be more logical to assign you to an administrative position? Why insist on assigning you to a security role?"
At this point, Matthew stared intently at Geralt and said sharply, "Security, now tell me your choice, Yes or No?"
Geralt's gaze turned cold as he looked at the persistent Matthew: "Alice, get out of the way!"
Alice turned to Geralt, her face filled with worry, and said, "But..."
Before Alice could finish speaking, Geralt interrupted, "Trust me, I won't kill myself!"
Hearing Geralt say this, Matthew on the other side thought Geralt had become sensible.
Alice hesitated for a moment, looked at Geralt with an unquestionable and serious expression, bit her lower lip, and stepped aside.
At this moment, there was no one else in front of Geralt except for the mercenaries who were pointing guns at him.
Geralt estimated the radius in front of him and looked at Matthew very seriously, saying, "I hate yes and no, and I hate being forced to make choices even more."
As he spoke, Geralt's hands, which were naturally placed at his sides, quietly opened and aimed at all the mercenaries in front of him, and then silently activated the Aard sign.
An invisible shockwave exploded from his palm. The shockwave, formed by invisible mental energy, swept across all the mercenaries in the fan-shaped area in front of Geralt like a wave.
In an instant, before these mercenaries could even utter a cry of alarm, they were thrown into the air like scarecrows overturned by a gust of wind. Some crashed onto the shipping containers behind them, while others fell directly to the ground. The guns they had been holding were also thrown out, making a chaotic clanging sound.
The mercenaries who had fallen to the ground were so shocked by the shockwave from the Aard sign that their chests felt tight, their heads were buzzing, and they were having trouble breathing. They could only watch helplessly as Geralt walked in step by step.
However, Matthew, as expected of the mercenary captain, managed to suppress his dizziness and reach for another gun in the holster on his leg.
However, Geralt had anticipated Matthew's move before he could react.
Geralt once again aimed his palm at Matthew, who immediately widened his eyes and shouted, "No!"
However, the next second, Geralt's palm emitted not a shockwave, but a frosty white cold current.
It turns out that Geralt wasn't using the shockwave of the Aard Sign this time, but rather an advanced casting spell of the Aard Sign that he had learned after undergoing two mutations.
Geralt aimed at the mercenaries on the ground, moved his palm, and a frosty white cold current evenly covered each mercenary.
When the frosty cold air dissipated, the mercenaries on the ground had a layer of frost on their hair and eyebrows, and were shivering from the cold.
Matthew's fingers, which were trying to reach for the other gun on his leg, were frozen stiff by the biting cold. His fingers had touched the holster on his leg, but he just couldn't open them.
"I have already shown mercy and reduced the power of the seal as much as possible. I hope you will not force me to make a choice."
As Geralt spoke, he stepped forward, pulled the pistol from Matthew's leg, and then turned to Zheng Zha, calling out, "Zheng Zha, come and take this."
Meanwhile, Zheng Zha, who was standing there stunned by Geralt's smooth combo, quickly ran forward and took the pistol Geralt handed him when he heard Geralt's call.
Zheng Zha stroked the real gun in his hand with delight and said, "Thank you, Brother Geralt!"
Immediately afterward, Geralt called out to Zhan Lan and the others, "You all come and choose a gun too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Peng was the first to move, running excitedly towards Geralt, his jiggling fat on his face seemingly overflowing with excitement.
"Thank you, Geralt. You're welcome."
After saying that, Zhu Peng was no longer afraid of the immobilized mercenaries on the ground, whose eyes seemed to want to devour him. He began to carefully select the firearms that had fallen to the ground, as well as the spare pistols in the holsters of the mercenaries.
After carefully examining and weighing the weapon, Zhu Peng reluctantly put down his submachine gun and chose the same pistol as Zheng Zha.
Geralt asked, "Why didn't you choose the bigger one?"
Zhu Peng said somewhat embarrassedly, "I really like the MP5 submachine gun. It's relatively lightweight and has a fast rate of fire, making it especially suitable for close-quarters combat, which means it's very suitable for maps like the Hive."
Hearing this, Zheng Zha, who was examining his pistol nearby, looked up curiously and asked, "If it's so good, why didn't you choose a submachine gun?"
Zhu Peng said somewhat embarrassedly, "Submachine guns are still too heavy for me. Although the MP5 is considered one of the lighter submachine guns, given my physical condition where I get out of breath even if I walk a little fast, a pistol is more suitable for me."
At this point, Zhu Peng brandished the pistol in his hand and said:
"This pistol is actually very suitable for me. It's a Sig Sauer SP2009 model, mainly made of engineering plastics. Not only is it very lightweight, but carrying it for a long time won't take too much effort. It's also corrosion-resistant, and the magazine capacity is quite large, with 15 rounds."