My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 239

Ray followed Charles into the passage. Once they were inside, Charles pressed a switch on the wall. The hidden door slid shut, leaving no visible trace from the outside,

The group moved forward. After walking through a long corridor, the space ahead suddenly opened up. It looked very much like a hotel lobby–brightly lit, spacious, and immaculate.

“Wait here. I’ll go invite Paul,” Charles said.

With that, he left. The others stayed behind, standing in place and looking at Ray with unmistakable pity. That expression–those eyes–were the kind reserved for a fool already walking toward his own demise.

Ray’s mind stirred. He clearly had a gun in hand, yet Charles still dared to go fetch Paul. What did that mean? It meant Paul had a way to deal with firearms.

It couldn’t be body armor–armor couldn’t protect the head. That left only one possibility.

An ability.

Paul was an ability user?

The thought felt almost unbelievable. Every ability user Ray had encountered so far–three of them, including himself—had been young. None of them were old men.

And now, was there going to be an exception?

Ray pretended to notice nothing and waited in silence.

Before long, they arrived.

Charles led over a man in his early fifties. The way Charles fawned over him was nauseating.

“Ray, how dare you stay seated in front of Paul?” Charles barked. “Have you no manners at all?”

Now that the real target had appeared, Ray saw no need to keep acting. He slapped the pistol into view, radiating a brazen “I’ve got a gun, I rule the world” swagger. Of course, this was all to mislead Paul.

After all, if a problem could be solved with a sneak attack, why exhaust himself by taking risks head–on?

At the same time, he was closely observing Paul.

By all logic, a man in his fifties–even one who took excellent care of himself–should have shown some decline Yet, Paul moved with the vigor of an athletic young man, so fast that even Charles had to jog to keep up.

If the old bastard really had an ability… was it a physical enhancement type? Like that mutated husky from before?

Heh. If so, this would truly be killing two birds with one stone.

Still, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Ray reminded himself: never underestimate an ability user. No never underestimate anyone. Even an ordinary person with a gun could threaten his life.

Practice caution at all times.

Survive long enough, and you live forever. One reckless move, and you’re dead in a heartbeat.

Seeing the gun, Paul showed no panic at all. He said calmly, “Young man, put the gun away. That thing is useless

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against me. I can guarantee that before your finger even twitches to pull the trigger, I’ll have already shattered your bones.”

From that statement alone, there was at least a ninety percent chance the old man possessed an ability–and that it was physical–combat oriented.

‘Good thing I came prepared,‘ Ray thought coldly. ‘With high–kinetic steel bars, stones, and sniper rounds–even if you’re a physical–type ability user, I’ll still blow you apart.‘

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