King of Spades 3

"[He has cuts and wounds on his shoulders, the chance of defeating the King of Spades, a trained soldier, is slim!]"

"It doesn't matter, this is my job!"

As the firefight continued to roar through the deserted streets, Jacob moved swiftly towards the King of Swords. His steps were stealthy, each one calculated as he approached the enemy. Adrenaline pumped in his veins, his mind in a state of total focus.

The King of Swords was busy shooting and dodging bullets coming from all directions. He didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. He turned just in time to meet Jacob's determined eyes.

The clash of their knives filled the air, flashes of steel colliding in a deadly dance. Each movement was calculated, each strike carried the intent to harm. Jacob and the King of Swords moved in a violent choreography, exchanging blows and evading each other's attacks.

"I'm going to kill you, I'll finish the job I didn't do last time!" Jacob growled through gritted teeth, his voice full of coldness as their knives clashed fiercely.

The King of Swords didn't respond with words; instead, he delivered a swift kick to Jacob's abdomen. The impact pushed him back, but Jacob quickly regained his footing, launching himself forward with a fierce attack.

The knives moved swiftly, their motions fluid and coordinated. Each parry and block carried the weight of the struggle for survival. As they dodged and counterattacked, they also tried to fire their guns, adding another level of danger to the battle.

The sound of bullets whizzing mixed with the clash of knives. The nearby walls bore the marks of the fight, bullet holes and cracks in the concrete standing as silent witnesses to the intensity of the confrontation.

Jacob and the King of Swords moved with deadly precision, each seeking a weakness in the other's defense. The tension in the air was palpable, with each passing second increasing the threat they posed to each other.

"Stop, Jacob is fighting the King of Spades!"

"Fire at them!"

The King of Spades didn't respond to Jacob; in fact, there was a possibility he wouldn't speak at all. So, contrary to that, he moved with agility, a sinister smile appearing on his concealed face.

Jacob responded with relentless attacks, his knives clashing against the King of Swords' with ferocity. The clash of metal filled the air, creating a metallic symphony in the midst of the battle.

The proximity of the battle only intensified the fierceness of their movements. Blows were narrowly dodged, knives grazed skin, and bullets whizzed past. Each action was imbued with a primal instinct for survival.

A combat between knives and guns, something that very few had truly witnessed.

"Don't underestimate me, King of Swords! I've had far worse wounds than these on brutal battlefields!" Jacob roared, his voice full of determination as he attacked with a series of rapid movements.

The fight continued in a storm of blows, cuts, and shots. Both men were in tune with the battle, each seeking to gain the upper hand over the other. The tension in the air was almost palpable, a sense that any move could be the last.

The roar of the battle continued to resonate amidst the chaos of the deserted streets. Every strike and every shot carried the weight of a struggle for survival, as Jacob and the King of Swords faced off in a fierce duel of skills and determination.

Amidst the frenzy of battle, something changed in Jacob's gaze. His eyes gleamed with a different intensity, one not driven by human instinct but by an artificial intelligence taking control. His movements became more calculated and precise, each step and each attack planned with surprising meticulousness.

Jacob moved with supernatural agility, his motions seeming to anticipate every move of the King of Swords. The knives became extensions of his hands, executing moves that defied the laws of physics. His focus was laser-sharp, his reactions swift and unwavering.

In the midst of this renewed duel, Jacob managed a quick and precise cut on the King of Swords' side. The enemy let out a cry of pain, his mask of impassiveness finally shattered by suffering. The wound was deep, darkened blood flowed in a steady stream.

The King of Swords stepped back, his face distorted in pain. But before he could react, the other survivors seized the opening. Yet, a shot pierced Jacob's leg, causing him to stagger back.

But at that moment, the armed men lunged at him, their weapons finding easy targets as the enemy was distracted by his wound.

"Now!" Jacob roared in his mind, his voice echoing in his consciousness as the artificial intelligence directed every move.

Taking his weapon, at superhuman speed he fired his last cartridges, and these bullets penetrated where the King of Spades had no armor.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The shots echoed in the air as the bullets found their targets. The King of Swords struggled to stay on his feet, his resistance finally giving way under the combined assault of his enemies. The knives fell from his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief as he collapsed in the midst of defeat.

The battle had come to an end, the intensity of the fight finally yielding to Jacob and his companions' victory. The shots ceased, the smoke began to disperse, and silence took hold of the scene. The King of Swords lay on the ground, his figure defeated and vulnerable.

The survivors looked at each other, a mixture of exhaustion and triumph on their faces. They had faced adversity, fought against all odds, and had managed to overcome the formidable enemy.

The artificial intelligence that had taken control of Jacob began to dissipate, gradually relinquishing its hold on his mind. His thoughts returned to him, his consciousness reconnecting with his body. Fatigue and pain began to weigh on him, but he was also filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"This damn guy was a demon..." Jacob murmured, his voice trembling as he leaned against one of the nearby walls.

The battle had concluded, and the survivors approached the King of Swords, their gazes filled with victory and defiance. The formidable figure lay on the ground, his reign of terror finally coming to an end.

The deserted city of Tokyo fell silent once more, the shadows and flames serving as silent witnesses to the battle that had been waged.

Jacob, who had been left exhausted, surrendered his body to the darkness, collapsing unconscious onto the ground.

"Boss, quickly, we need to apply a tourniquet and treat those wounds!"