The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 1008 Close Range Shooting

“Who exactly are you?” Cillian picked up the pistol from the table, vigilantly aiming it at the man.

The man shrugged and said, “Haven't you been looking for me all this time? Laila, I captured her. I wiped out Task Force 3. My name is Donald, and I'm here to deal with you lot.”

Donald spoke with an air of nonchalance as if he were discussing a trivial matter of no consequence.

Henley looked at Donald and laughed. “Do you think you can—”

Before Henley could finish his words, Donald's voice suddenly echoed from behind him. “Before we begin, let me collect a bit of interest first.”

Henley's pupils contracted, and instinctively, he wanted to turn around and throw a punch.

Just as Henley was about to take action, he suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, and then his entire body lost its strength.

Donald casually placed his hand directly on Henley's arm.

It was as if Henley had realized something. He roared at Donald, “No!”

Henley's shouts were of no use.

All that could be heard was a rustling sound.

Just as Henley had effortlessly broken the arm of the hotel staff before, his own arm was easily torn off by Donald!

Blood trickled down from Henley's shoulder as Cillian took aim and fired directly at Donald.

Who would have thought that the bullet, despite hitting Donald's head, would cause a ripple instead of exploding it.

Is it an illusion? Upon realizing that, Cillian began to search for Donald's location anew.

Almost instinctively, Cillian rolled on the ground when he sensed danger.

A sharp little knife grazed past Cillian's ear.

“Huh. Your response is quite quick, isn't it?” Donald's voice was filled with indifference.

Meanwhile, Cillian was tensed up.

He didn't know when or how Donald managed to get behind him.

What was even more alarming was that, at that moment, he saw three Donalds in the room. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

One Donald was sitting on the couch, as if he had never left.

Another Donald was standing right in front of Henley, with Henley's severed arm lying at his feet.

The last Donald was the one who just sneaked behind Cillian, trying to stab the latter with a small knife.

Those three Donalds were so incredibly realistic that even Cillian couldn't discern which one was real and which one was fake.

Incredible, truly incredible! That was the only thought in Cillian's mind at that moment/

They were absolutely no match for Donald. They didn't even have the qualifications to spar with him.

If that's the case, then at least before I die, I must send out that top-secret signal! With that thought, Cillian gritted his teeth, directly raised the pistol in his hand, and fired three shots at the Donald behind the computer desk.

The bullets were dazzling, trailing colorful lines, and flew directly toward Donald.

When it came to peculiar things, Donald would never use his own body to test what kind of harm they could cause.

Just as Donald sidestepped the shots, Cillian charged at Donald.

Donald's brow furrowed. Does he really want to engage in close combat with me?

Just as Donald was confused, Cillian had already rushed to the former's side.

Just as Donald was about to make his move, Cillian once again aimed his pistol at Donald. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Estimating the trajectory of a bullet at close range like that was generally difficult for most people.

A slight carelessness could potentially lead to misjudging the trajectory and end up hurting oneself.

However, it was clear that Cillian was very familiar with that kind of attack and had no choice but to proceed that way.