Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The pool of blood on the floor reflected the dim light inside the room.

The luxurious office was filled with the smell of blood and a faint scent of gunpowder, the lingering odors most often left after a shooting.

However, despite being shot four times and suffering a large, bleeding gash in his neck, Kong Jiu, who should have been dead beyond any doubt, still stood there, covered in blood, before Wendart, the owner of this office.

"Still want to fight, Wintert? If you put down your gun, I might consider taking you away more gently."

Wintert remained defiant: "Take me away? Who do you think you are? A death knell?"

Kong Jiu's bangs were stuck to his forehead with blood, making his vision somewhat blurry.

But he could still clearly see that Windat’s finger on the trigger was trembling slightly.

He is afraid.

What is he afraid of?

What punishment will be inflicted on Squich? Kong Jiu's monstrous immortality? Or is it possible that I can resist the allure of the enhancer?

Wendart trembled with fear, while Kongjiu was already exhausted.

By stealing attributes, most of the near-death backlash was transferred to Wendart. At this moment, Kong Jiu's skills were even more agile than the veteran's.

However, the decadence, loss, and emptiness deep in my soul, despite the jade pendant's effect of locking in reason, are subtly stirring.

The whispers in his ear grew more incessant, and the rustling sounds behind the wall, like a swarm of mice, became clearer. It was as if an indescribable gaze was fixed on him from behind.

The mind cannot be expected to withstand such a blow, especially the madness bestowed by the Rat God, that insane power-stealing madness.

His attributes had been exhausted by repeated resurrections, and the beacon of reason was also signaling that he was running out of steam. At this moment, Kong Jiu had to consider a swift and decisive victory.

He caught the fleeting moment when Wendat's fingers trembled.

"Let's give it our all!"

Kong Jiu suddenly dodged, avoiding the position that Wendat had previously aimed at.

This time, the young man from the East finally seemed to be a few steps ahead of this battle-hardened veteran.

Having had 40 points of strength stolen, Windat now resembled a frail, aging old man.

It wasn't until Kong Jiu was right in front of him, trying to snatch the gun from his hand, that Wendart suddenly realized what was happening and hastily fired.

But Windat was, after all, a veteran of many battles.

Even though his attributes were stolen, causing his fingertips to tremble, and even though his reaction was not as quick as Kong Jiu's, his marksmanship was still deadly accurate.

He made a quick decision and tried his best to turn the gun.

Even if you can't hit the head in time, you must shatter the peacock's carotid artery to cause a fatal injury!

He succeeded!

The bullet grazed Kong Jiu's neck, broke the string holding his jade pendant, and severed his carotid artery.

Blood gushed out like a fountain. Kong Jiu instinctively tried to cover his wound and continue forward, but his blood-deficient brain refused to obey the command, and the stagnation made his vision go black.

"Clang!"

With the sound of the jade pendant falling from his neck, Kong Jiu, his eyes dark, collapsed again.

This time, no attribute could support him, and he was resurrected once again.

But Wendart, who didn't know how Kongjiu had managed to stand up again, cautiously gripped his revolver, aimed it at the corpse, and seized another excellent opportunity to attack.

Will this monkey get up again?

Wendart stared uneasily at the blood gushing from Kongjiu's neck.

He was no longer as smug as he had been when he first killed Kong Jiu.

On the contrary, aside from the fear that Kong Jiu might rise again, he felt an additional sense of dread.

What kind of terrifying being is Squich, who can grant the weak such power to traverse life and death?

Did he make a fatal mistake by underestimating the protector of the weak?

However, Kong Jiu's pupils gradually became unfocused, and it seemed that he was truly dead.

"Perhaps I really should explain my own plans to the Rat God..."

Wendart muttered to himself, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the gun barrel.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, fixed on Kong Jiu's corpse.

The wound on his neck, which was spurting hot blood, stopped flowing with its crimson liquid.

Kong Jiu swayed unsteadily, then stood up again.

[Pressure 98]

[To survive: A fatal neck wound, healed at the cost of 200 stress points.]

[Insufficient pressure, and the inadequacy of that pressure, should be transformed into rationality.]

[Sanity: 102, (Refreshing)]

[Healed successfully, reigniting the madness of the weak!]

"I never thought sanity could be used to consume attributes. This shot has really brought me to my senses."

Kong Jiu rubbed his shoulders and stood up from the blood-stained, sticky ground, almost becoming a blood-red figure.

"Aren't you really going to reconsider? Surrender and come with me to see Squealer..."

Before Kong Jiu could finish speaking, another gunshot rang out in the room.

[A fatal head wound, costing 200 sanity points to heal.]

A lack of rationality translates into pressure.

[Stress level: 96 (close to collapse)]

"No, fire another shot! I can't take it! Those rats are right behind the wall, right behind the wall!"

"bump!"

All six bullets missed their mark.

Wendart gritted his teeth, ejected the magazine with a flick of his wrist, and frantically pulled out six bullets from his pocket to load them.

His initial composure had vanished, and his every move revealed panic and disarray.

He was genuinely scared.

That deep-seated fear surfaced on the face of this tough, resolute man.

In his more than ten years of fighting, he had seen supernatural abilities and encountered extraordinary power.

However, "when a person is killed, they die," and no matter how powerful or extraordinary a person is, they cannot escape this ironclad rule.

Even the necromancers he encountered in the desert, those shriveled corpses that could revive even after being shot by machine guns, would find it difficult to get up again after their skulls were pierced.

But this living person in front of me, a living person who can bleed, shouldn't be getting up again and again after his head explodes and bleeds!

Squich, what exactly are you?

He frantically pulled the trigger, unleashing the six newly loaded bullets.

The silk stuck to the overheated gun barrel.

"Click."

The room was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, accompanied by the sound of blanks jamming.

Kong Jiu stood up again, and each time he got up, it seemed to be faster than the last.

"Thank you, I've regained my senses."

Covered in blood, Kong Jiu lunged at Wendat, who hadn't had time to reload.

He raised his hand and knocked the pistol away, then placed his hands on the shoulders of the horrified Wendart.

Immediately afterwards, the Easterner tightened his grip on Wendat's throat.

"Let go... let go! You immortal monster..."

Wendat was panting heavily, kicking his legs wildly, and weakly punching Kongjiu's shoulder.

"Relax, dizziness is normal."

Kong Jiu grinned, then suddenly tightened his grip with all his might.

The old soldier, spewing profanities, rolled his eyes and gradually lost consciousness as his alveoli felt like they were being burned.

Finally, it was the turn of mob boss Wintert, who lay on the ground amidst the blood and grime.

After confirming that he had lost the ability to move, Kong Jiu, panting heavily, ended the theft of power.

Reason no longer fades with time.

He calmed himself down, adjusted his breathing, and with a flick of his wrist, a subspace portal opened.

Kong Jiu picked up Beretta from the ground, hoisted Wendat onto his shoulder like a corpse, and walked into the warp. His figure disappeared from the office.