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Creeping from the dark rooftop of the convenience store, Curt Nilfiem laid himself flat on the galvanized roof as he carefully and silently took a quick peek down below. He saw five people behind the door and one of them was already taking out some tools to open the lock.
He can see that all of them have handguns of every kind, and they are wearing some kind of black mask on their faces where only their mouths and eyes can be seen.
The darkness almost made it hard to see from afar, especially if they crept into this dark back alley.
Curt is already sweating large beads of sweat on his forehead while lying prone on the roof while waiting for the people to get distracted before he can act.
These past few weeks were truly a great boon for him, and he has earned far too many credits in his wallet as he and his boss have a 60-40 share of the products he has made. Boss Lan felt that Curt had truly made himself invaluable to him, hence he agreed to the share of 40% on the net while Curt would get the 60.
Curt was astounded by the skill he had in his memory, especially the sculpting skill and knowledge he had. When he decides to carve normal raw stones, he combines talisman spells with his instruments and modifies the properties of the stone, making it sturdier and harder to break.
This is because he wanted his carvings to be sturdy and strong. And so, he began to practice for two days without rest and gained enough control of his current body to carve whatever he wanted into the stone.
Combined with the medicine and the simple everyday talisman he created, he has now earned more money than he has ever earned in his entire life. And the person who had helped him make it all happen was his boss, who would always assist him in his endeavor.
And now, that boss of his is in trouble. If he misses the right timing, then everything he has worked for will be for naught.
He didn't want to start over again.
Click!
The sound of the door opening startled the group, and they suddenly lifted their guns towards the door.
"This is my chance!" Curt thought as he quickly sprang from the rooftop.
As he had already got control of his body, he just made a small sound which the group seemed not to hear. And his figure somersaulted in the air and adjusted his landing towards the biggest person in the group.
When he was near the guy, he quickly spun his leg and sent a turning ax kick toward that guy's shoulder.
Crack!
Aaargh!
The cry of the man immediately startled the group and their guns pointed towards the direction of the man he had just attacked. However, everything seems to be in slow motion. Curt's eyes have already trained his body to this level by absorbing LEP energy every night.
He didn't even need to sleep, as while he absorbed LEP his body would be revitalized in the morning already.
And so the action of these people is slower than those beasts he encounters in the grassy area on the outskirts of the city.
Bam!
Curt sent another kick towards the closest person, sending him flying towards the wall of the back alley with a loud thud. The person groans in pain, but still stands up and tries to point his gun at Curt.
"Get that guy! Shot him! Shot him!" Suddenly a frantic shout was heard as the group's leader, who was standing behind the group, slowly backed away.
He is trying to point his gun towards Curt's position and carefully aiming at his figure, who is like a monkey nimbly jumping all over the place while dodging the people surrounding him.
Bam!
And another figure flew to the wall and fainted. His strength is just enough to make these naturally enhanced men faint after getting hit on their faces. With accurate and precise strikes, he can send these people flying with little to no effort.
But of course, his agile movement still cost him stamina. But he could not stop moving as he was fighting against this many enemies. If he stopped, then that would be akin to being an easy target for any of his opponents.
That's why he would jump from one person to another agilely, appearing everywhere like a monkey.
Bang!
Suddenly, a gunshot was fired and made everyone stunned. But this did not stop, as another went off and another. The only ones standing in the group are two people, Curt Nilfiem and the leader, who is now shaking in fear.
"How… how did you dodge all of my shots… This… this is impossible!" the guy shouted with his hand still trembling.
He pointed the smoking gun barrel towards Curt with his expression slowly changing. His previous nervousness had suddenly turned into elation.
"This time, you are dead!"
Click! Click! Click!
The gun didn't shoot any bullets, but just continuously produced a clicking sound as the man pressed the trigger again and again, as if wishing that there would be some miracle to happen.
*Wang! *Wang! *Wang!
The sound of police sirens suddenly echoed through the night and the man showed a panic look on his face as he suddenly turned around to run. But before he could run away, he felt a strong blow at the back of his head making him fly in the air, and before landing, he had already fainted.
Meanwhile, the figure of Curt just stood there unmoving. He heaved a sigh of relief as he was able to move quickly and saved Boss Lan. However, he suddenly felt a pang of pain in his side.
As he looked down, he saw on the side of his stomach, a slow and steady flow of blood began to taint his shirt red.
The commotion at the back immediately thwarted the other members of the group as they scurried toward their motorcycles and escaped the area without looking back. They didn't even look at their leader and their companion and just escaped.
Curt tried to keep his balance as he breathed heavily while bearing the pain.
He was hit by a stray bullet that he didn't notice. This bullet was shot by one of the members of the group before the bullet coming from their own boss took that man's life.
In the darkness, a lone figure stood in the middle of three corpses and two fainted figures.
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The next day, people found that the convenience store was closed due to an attempted robbery.
Meanwhile, Curt finds himself waking up in a hospital bed.
At his side of the bed is the gentle wife of his boss, Mrs. Mae Cuibing. She is currently wiping the beads of sweat covering Curt's forehead like a caring mother.
When he opened his eyes, a gasp of surprise came from her as she excitedly smiled at him.
"How are you feeling?" Mae Cuibing asked with concern in her eyes.
Curt was a bit taken aback by seeing his boss's wife. Although at home she would not look anything attractive in particular, once she dressed up and put on some makeup, Curt would say that Mrs. Cuibing is a mature beauty.
He can only say that his boss was truly a lucky guy to marry such a woman. Then suddenly his mind drifted once again towards a particular young woman, his girlfriend, who was a bit cold towards him. But he didn't know the reason why. No matter how he thinks about it, his heart would only yearn for her.
"I'm okay Madam Boss…" Curt said with a smile on his face.
"Haha… you silly little child. Sigh… Thank you. If not for you… I… I would have lost my husband. You truly are an angel sent to us." She said with a line of tears flowing down her cheek.
"Hey… Hey… enough of that. You are making this young fellow a bit sad… but I agree with my wife. Curt, you are my benefactor, I owe you my life twice now… Sigh… how can I ever repay you?" Boss Land suddenly interrupted as he entered the room carrying some food.
"Oh... So, what happened to those people, boss?" Curt asked upon remembering what happened last night.
"Ah… Well, we're in luck! Those hooligans who tried to escape were caught in one of the roving patrols of the city… And now they are all in jail. I have already filed some cases of attempted murder, robbery, and more… So you don't have to worry about anything, okay." Boss Lan consoled.
The two spent their time in the hospital caring for Curt the whole morning.
That night, when Boss Lan and his wife went home, Curt began checking his wound. He learned that it was not fatal and that the bullet had already been taken out. Hence, he is not worried about anything anymore. But he needs his healing process to speed up. So he carefully checked his surroundings for some needles but found none.
He decided to go out of the room.
While carrying his IV drip, he went towards the nurses' station.
When the people in that station saw him, they were all stunned, and a bit alarmed. This is because they knew that he was the patient who was shot last night and had just come out from an operation. Hence, they were worried.
"Sir… Sir, I think it is better if you rest in your room… your wound will open if you move too much." A kind-hearted nurse said with concern.
Curt lifted his hand to stop her.
"Can… Can I have some needles?" he asked, which made the nurses confused.
"Just some needles this long and without a hole in the middle," he added.
Before anyone could react, a man wearing a white gown suddenly handed Curt a palm-sized box.
"Those are disposable acupuncture needles that I use to practice with. Maybe you can use them." He said with a smile.
He was a bit stunned and curious about why the young man wanted needles. Hence, he took out his practice needles which he would use in his spare time. He was trying to practice acupuncture as he knew that has some effect on treatment. However, he is a beginner, hence he just uses disposable needles.
"Thank you…" Curt said with a smile on his face.
"Umm… Can you help me for a bit?" Curt asked the man who looked like a doctor.
"Sure…" the man casually replied.
The nurses on the station had their eyes wide open at the young doctor's nonchalant reaction.
Then at that moment, they saw something that they may never forget in their entire career as medical practitioners.