From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: I Just Want To Talk about Your..

The captain had always thought Aron was a little off. A screw loose. Too calm, too collected, like a man who didn’t register danger the way normal people did.

But now?

Watching him charge straight in, running directly at a mountain of muscle that barely resembled a man?

Yeah. No doubt about it. Aron was absolutely insane.

They’d already seen rubber bullets bounce off this guy’s skin like foam pellets. Multiple tasers had fired, full contact, full voltage, and it had done nothing. Sure, every now and then you heard about someone resisting a taser, but not like this. Not all of them. Not every time.

This wasn’t resistance. It was immunity.

The rest of the squad was trying to regroup, trying to fall back, anything to avoid being steamrolled.

Then one of them pulled out a heavy-duty net launcher, a high-powered model designed to immobilize wild animals, even tigers. The steel mesh net was laced with tension lines, strong enough to crush someone if fired right.

But before the man could pull the trigger, Hercules moved. Fast. Faster than anyone expected.

He lunged forward, closing the distance in a blink, and grabbed the barrel of the launcher with one hand. His fingers squeezed, metal groaned and bent like tinfoil.

Then, with his other hand, he raised an open palm. It wasn’t a punch. It was a slap.

But judging by the wind-up, the size of his hand, and the tension in his shoulders, it was a slap that could remove a head from a neck.

The squad member winced, frozen in place, knowing full well this wasn’t going to be an ordinary hit.

And then,

BANG.

A sharp crack echoed through the clearing.

Hercules stopped mid-swing. His eyes twitched. His arm jolted slightly off course, and the slap missed its mark entirely, swiping through nothing but air.

Pain bloomed in his upper arm, deep in the joint. He turned his head, slow and steady. A man was approaching him at a confident jog, a handgun raised.

Aron.

“My name is Aron!” he called out, his voice echoing through the trees. “And I’m here on behalf of a client. We’re not your enemy. We wish to talk, calmly and peacefully, if that’s possible!”

But peace wasn’t in the air.

Not yet.

As Aron drew closer, Hercules clenched his massive fist, pulled it back, and aimed to drive it through Aron’s chest.

But Aron was faster than they expected. He fired again. And again. And again.

Each shot hit precisely at the same point, right at the throat. Right on the Adam’s apple. A cluster shot, perfectly aimed.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Three hits in less than a second.

Once again, Hercules’ swing cut through nothing but air.

In the same fluid motion, Aron dropped low and slid across the wet grass. Mud streaked his tailored suit, but he didn’t slow down. He dove straight between Hercules’ legs and emerged cleanly on the other side.

Mid-slide, he popped the magazine from his pistol, slammed in a fresh one, and had the gun raised and leveled right at Hercules’ face before his feet even found the ground again.

“What the, !?” the captain barked. “When did he take my ammo belt? I didn’t even feel it leave my waist!”

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“Sir,” one of the squad members said, eyes wide. “You saw those shots. Those moves. That’s not a civilian. He’s not normal.”

No one could deny it anymore.

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