Aron Wither

Seeing the smile on the Jaculus face a smile crept on Jason's as well, he was wondering how much he could push this group of people with his questions.

One thing he knew for sure after realizing that these people here knew nothing, so he started to push them, ask them questions slowly leading to this question, where is the money that is going to support the war.

If the organization that claims to be the rulers of this continent really have the money they won't be playing such stupid games just for 12 billion Gs, he guessed that the ones who are sitting up are planning something big.

"You will regret this"

Jason said and slowly started to pull the trigger, the hammer on Azrael started to move and once its slams shut a thick fat bullet with shatter the Jaculus's head into pieces.

The Jaculus didn't move at all, he just sat there smiling.

"Since you are going to die, tell me your name"

Jason said.

"I am Aron Wither"

The young man answered.

"Goodbye Aron Wither"

Jason said and pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out of the barrel as a shockwave followed behind it, it spun as the bullet tore through the air drag, everything seems to be happening in slow motion, everyone in the room are terrified except three people, Charlotte who is completely indifferent as she watches what Jason is doing, along with Jason and Aron who are smiling at each other.

The bullet traveled and finally reached its target, it touched the skin of Aron and then it happened, Aron's head got blown into pieces causing brain and blood to splatter everywhere.

Seeing the result everyone felt fear creep up to them, the most surprised of them all is actually Jason, he could tell that this Aron guy was very strong so how the fuck could a normal bullet shatter his head into pieces.

Jason once again looked at Azrael then at Charlotte, he remembered Charlotte talking about the creator of this gun, even though he found her saying interesting he thought it was just fiction, he had these guns for quite a long time but he sensed no power in them, just the glowing patterns were visible to him.

The only thing persistent about the guns in his hands are they never failed him, whoever he aimed it at, they were either dead or blown up, some supernaturals did come back to life after getting killed but it didn't matter his guns were enough to kill if he hit the right spot.

He looked at the headless corpse in front of him as blood leaked out of the open gash.

'Don't tell me he died right?'

As he thought so he saw a ray of hope, the body started to twitch as suddenly the vertebrate on the corpse's body started to expand as muscle started to grow around it, it then grew into a 1 meter long neck and at the end of this neck is the head of a snake with razor-sharp teeth, it had green eyes with long sharp pupils in the middle, soon this exposed red muscle got covered by white glowing scales.

The neck retracted and the snake-head started to change and turn back to its human form, Aron came back to life but this time his skin seems to be softer than before, it was like the skin of a baby.

Aron looked at Jason with hesitation, he had thought he could easily take that hit but he was wrong, as soon as he felt that bullet touch his skin, he realized that he had made a mistake, overestimation himself.

But he was in doubt right now.

When he saw Jason kill that man before right in front of his eyes, he speculated the power of the gun, that is why he thought he could handle the blow but boy was he wrong, his head just exploded.

"That gun, what is that?"

He asked.

Aron already speculated that these guns are priceless, that was just a normal bullet that put him in such a bad shape, he imagined what kind of damage it would do when the gun is loaded with bullets made from special materials.

"Its a gift, but let's not talk about it, I thought you would be able to handle the shot since you are so mighty, looks like I was wrong"

Jason said.

"The same could be said for you, you look human but you clearly aren't, what are you?"

Aron asked.

Jason sighed and scratched the side of his head with the point of his gun, he really hated when people ask him a question when he is the one asking them first.

Jason once again pointed his gun at Aron and shot his head once again, causing another mess of blood and brain matter.

"I really don't like being interrupted, when I ask questions no one asks me back. When he comes back to life explain it to him"

Jason said as he looked at the horrified people in the group as he closed his eyes.