Chapter 23: Adrenaline

Bullet Time!

At the moment of receiving the title, Paul's pupils suddenly dilated, and his breathing became short and rapid. He seemed to hear a violent heartbeat, his heart like a high-speed engine, continuously providing more energy for physical activities and accelerating the flow of blood.

Paul was no stranger to this feeling. He had experienced it countless times in the research institute. This was the body's response to adrenaline, but the effect was more exaggerated. Paul's heart rate felt like it exceeded 400 beats per minute, like a bomb ready to explode.

With a large amount of adrenaline pumping, Paul instantly entered a very wonderful state. His sensory abilities soared, and everything in front of him seemed to slow down. His eyes perceived every detail with uncanny clarity.

In this state, Paul's mind became extremely active. He could process all the visual information, analyze it, and make the most accurate judgments. The driving route of the jeep, the trajectory of the bullets, the flow of the wind—it all became traceable.

Without aiming, Paul instinctively raised his pistol and fired, following the rhythm of his breathing. The spinning bullet shot out from the muzzle, pulled a long trajectory through the air, and collided with another bullet attacking the motorcycle.

"Boom!"

Unerringly, the two bullets collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound. Under the strong kinetic energy, the warheads deformed and fell to the ground as a flattened disc.

"Shooting to intercept another bullet!?" Frank's eyes widened in disbelief.

Although he didn't have Paul's extraordinary dynamic vision, Frank could see the blurred images. Stopping a bullet with another bullet was no coincidence. The probability was too low. Even Frank, a Marine Corps veteran, had never heard of such a feat.

If it wasn't a coincidence, but a deliberate act, then Paul's marksmanship was terrifying. No, it was beyond human capability.

...

Paul didn't know the shock in Frank's heart. In Bullet Time, he controlled the motorcycle with one hand and raised the pistol with the other, firing towards the rear.

Boom!

The bullet ejected, following the planned path, and hit the front wheel of a jeep with precision. The jeep, driving at high speed, spun violently. Amidst the screeching tires, the car lost control and crashed into another jeep. The second jeep couldn't dodge in time, veered off the driveway, and crashed into a fire hydrant. The driver was thrown out, flying more than ten meters before hitting the ground.

Paul smirked. Driving so fast without a seat belt—wasn't that rushing to reincarnate?

With one bullet, Paul had reduced the number of jeeps chasing them to four. The man who had spoken to Vladimir earlier was in one of the jeeps. Seeing Paul's sudden display of skill, his face turned extremely ugly, and he shouted, "Slow down! Don't get targeted by that guy! Let our people intercept them at the next intersection!"

Soon, the three jeeps slowed down and separated slightly from the motorcycle.

"There's an ambush ahead," Frank sensed their intentions and warned weakly. Whether it was driving skills or marksmanship, Paul's performance far exceeded Frank's expectations. His words didn't faze Paul in the slightest.

The motorcycle sped towards the intersection. Sure enough, the gangsters had already blocked the way.

There were six vehicles blocking the middle of the driveway. A dozen strong men armed with automatic rifles used the car bodies as cover, surrounding the motorcycle and completely cutting off the road.

"What's our plan?" Frank asked aloud.

"Rush over!"

"This plan sounds plausible..."

Frank didn't stop Paul from making this seemingly crazy decision. Faced with such a situation, even in his prime, he might have hesitated. Now, he let Paul control everything, mainly because he couldn't get out of the car.

As the intersection approached, Paul's pupils kept dilating, and an excited smile appeared on his lips. His heart still beat violently, blood pumping rapidly. Paul's skin reddened visibly, and Frank could feel the heat radiating from his body.

The body was crazily secreting adrenaline! Sensory abilities were being further enhanced! The brain was working rapidly, clearly constructing everyone's position in his mind. All environmental details were classified and processed, yielding the most reasonable plan.

"Sit tight, I'm going to start showing off!"