Little Chase twisted his body to the side as two of the others aiming at him pulled their triggers. He dodged both bullets.
Then, he fired a shot of his own, landing straight on a man's forehead and causing gray and white matter to splatter on the wall behind him.
"Shit!"
Several more bullets began firing towards Little Chase, as the people who took cover joined in, and others crouched down to shoot.
However, he had suddenly become something like the best dancer in the world, twisting from side to side and abruptly dashing in directions one after another.
As for Chase who was spectating all this, he walked right in the middle of the gunfire, with all of the bullets passing straight through him. He then looked directly at the face of his younger self.
Chase suddenly raised an eyebrow.
The gun in his younger self's hand began changing, shrinking down in size to fit his small hand while his light blue eyes gradually shifted color.
Becoming golden.
