Chapter 22 : Bullet Time

"Boom!"

In the dead of night, a motorcycle sped down the driveway in Brooklyn. Paul was driving, letting the strong wind blow on his cheeks as he grasped the handlebars with both hands. With the roar of the engine, the motorcycle had already reached close to its maximum speed. At such a pace, the motorcycle drove steadily on the road, not betraying that the driver was a novice.

Frank gradually adapted to the speed and shouted loudly, "You're lying! You can drive, and you're very good at it!"

The wind made it difficult to hear anything unless they shouted. "I really don't know how to drive" Paul yelled back.

Paul wasn't lying. He had never driven a motorcycle before. He couldn't even pass the second part of the driver's license test for cars. But when Paul touched the motorcycle, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and instinctively took the driver's seat.

As he drove, Paul became more proficient, transitioning from initial panic to steady control. Now, it felt as if he were controlling his own limbs, maneuvering the motorcycle effortlessly. He quickly realized this newfound ability might be linked to his super high school level talent—a stuntman who performs all the thrilling shots.

...

Frank didn't believe Paul's words. Even he couldn't drive as steadily at such high speeds. He glanced ahead and noticed a black jeep appearing around the corner.

"They're catching up. Don't get hit!" Frank reminded loudly.

Paul saw the jeep and realized they intended to block their way. "Hold on!" he roared, accelerating the motorcycle instead of slowing down. As the jeep drew closer, Paul adjusted his body's center of gravity, yanked the steering handle, and tilted the entire bike to the ground. Relying on strong centrifugal force, the motorcycle drifted sideways past the jeep at an incredible angle, missing it by less than half a meter. Frank could feel the wind from the jeep brushing his cheek. Paul stabilized the motorcycle again, passing the jeep and turning left, the entire maneuver thrilling and precise.

"How are my driving skills?" Paul asked proudly.

"...They're okay, but a bit flashy," Frank replied, his face as cold as a Terminator, hiding any tension. "But those guys are still on our tail."

Paul looked ahead. Several jeeps emerged from both sides of the driveway, gangsters leaning out of windows, firing automatic rifles at them.

"Damn it, they're relentless!" Paul cursed, dodging left and right, making it hard for the gangsters to hit them. Frank reloaded his pistol and returned fire, hitting a jeep's windshield, causing it to crash into the street.

"Boom!!"

A shot rang out, and Frank groaned. Paul glanced at him and saw blood gushing from Frank's left arm. He'd been hit.

"Are you alright?" Paul asked with concern.

"Focus on driving!" Frank growled, continuing to shoot with his right arm, taking down several gangsters. Meanwhile, he emptied his last magazine.

"You seem seriously injured," Paul said.

"I said focus on—" Frank began, but stopped, stunned. Paul was facing him, studying his right arm injury, completely ignoring the road. He had one hand on the handlebars, which did nothing to ease Frank's nerves.

"What the f**k are you doing!?" Frank couldn't maintain his tough demeanor and roared over the gunfire.

"I'm driving," Paul replied, looking up at Frank with a sincere expression.

"Don't worry, one hand is enough to drive," Paul added, taking out his pistol. "As for those guys, leave it to me."

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[Title: Super High School Level Sharpshooter]

[Explanation: There is a reason for the bullet to turn. The moment the bullet is ejected from the chamber, the shooter shakes his wrist rapidly to give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc.] (A/N: Like in the movie Wanted )

[Feature: Bullet Time]