Floating above the car of his latest victim, Adam watched on as the loud and blistering sound of gunshot resonated in the surroundings and immediately after… the windows of the car cracked ever so slightly before being splattered by blood, brain matter, and bits of chipped off bones from the skull.
'Huh… So the window was actually bulletproof? That's pretty interesting.'
He muttered absent-mindedly in his mind while verifying with his ocular powers that Williams was indeed dead for the count. He had to be sure here, after all, there were many tales about people surviving even a gunshot to the head.
'Well. He is deader than dead, it seems.'
He chuckled, laughing at his own dry joke. He had not even stepped foot inside the car from start to finish. All he did was project one of his illusions and let it do the dirty job for him.
'With this, there will be no trace of my presence at the crime scene.'
