My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: A Gamble
Inside, he stepped into a narrow hallway dimly illuminated by fluorescent lights. The weak glow barely reached the corners, leaving much of the area shrouded in shadows.

Cigarette butts and empty liquor bottles littered the floor, forcing him to watch his step. It was clear that hygiene was not a priority here.

Well, it wasn’t like Asher could complain, especially given the state he had lived in before.

Fortunately, his sense of smell was dulled, because the air was filled with the stench of stale smoke , mold and spilled alcohol.

Faded posters of sexy women and gang symbols scrawled in graffiti adorned the walls.

‘I need to find cover first.’ He slowly walked toward the corner, scanning his surroundings.

He didn’t see any CCTV cameras, which was a relief. They likely wouldn’t install anything that could serve as evidence of their illegal activities.

‘Is someone laughing?’ He overheard echoes from the right and moved slowly toward the sound.

As he approached, he spotted four men chatting and laughing. They looked intoxicated, likely having drunk more than they could handle.

‘They’re too far away. If I shoot from here, someone might hear,’

He pondered as he considered his options when he noticed some trash littering the floor. An idea began to form.

Asher picked up a dented soda can lying nearby and tossed it down the hall.

CLANG!

The sound echoed off the walls, causing the gangsters to stop and glance around in confusion.

“What was that?” one muttered.

“Probably just the damn cat again,” another said, rolling his eyes.

But he still motioned for the others to follow him toward the noise.

Asher crouched deeper into one of the corners.

The men reached the spot where the can had landed, one kicking it aside. “Guess it was nothing.”

Just as they turned back, Asher stepped out from his cover, gun raised and steady.

“No—!” one of the gangsters managed to shout, panic creeping into his voice.

But before he could finish, a flash of light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, illuminating their faces for a split second. Then they felt the cold sensation of bullets penetrating their brain.

‘Three down,’ he muttered while quickly transforming their bodies into pills.

After swallowing the pills, he tossed their clothing into a nearby trash can, watching it disappear beneath a pile of discarded junk.

With the mess cleaned up, he scanned for any lingering evidence in case more gangsters showed up.

Conveniently, even the spilled blood had been transformed into pills, ensuring that no one would notice anything amiss in the hallway.

‘I need to be quick.’ He wasted no time and walked toward the other end, searching for more targets.

This place was more than it seemed. Moving deeper into the hideout, he stumbled across rows of empty rooms with sagging, stained mattresses on bed bunks.

‘This must be where those gangsters slept,’ he mused inwardly, noticing the alcohol and syringes scattered on the desk—none of which had been used for safe medical purposes.

As he scanned the room, faint voices drifted from behind the wall.

He walked back into the hallway and noticed a closed door.

Pushing the door open, he was greeted by the sight of a naked gangster enjoying himself while a hooker rode him like a professional bull rider.

Both jumped at his sudden appearance.

“What the—” the gangster exclaimed, spotting the gun in Asher’s hand.

Out of fear, he grabbed his own gun from the desk.

But Asher was already in position, firing a shot that struck the gangster in the head.

The hooker gasped, her eyes wide with terror.

Asher hesitated, unwilling to shoot her, but the moment she opened her mouth to scream, he realized he had no other choice.

‘I don’t want to do this…’

With a resigned sigh, he pulled the trigger. The muffled shot rang out, and she fell onto the bed, lifeless, her blood staining the already dirty bedsheet.

A look of fear and anger crossed her dead face as if she blamed him for ending her life without a valid reason.

Asher didn’t know her story; for all he knew, she was just another victim of circumstance, forced into this life out of necessity.

The thought lingered in his mind, but he quickly pushed it away. Emotions were a distraction he couldn’t afford.

Only those with power and leverage could afford to dwell on such thoughts.

Right now, all he needed to do was focus on getting stronger and reclaiming some semblance of his life.

One by one, he began eliminating anyone in the room.

Just as he felt he was gaining ground, gunfire erupted from behind.

“Fuck, we’re being raided!” one of the gangsters screamed, firing wildly in the air.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Bullets whizzed past, forcing Asher to press himself against the wall.

He had expected this much resistance, and it was a good thing he had already taken plenty of pills; his speed was now at least 80% of what it had been when he was alive, which was impressive.

‘Not yet.’ He shifted into hyper-focus mode, senses heightened.

In this state, everything moved slowly. He counted the number of attackers, noted their positions, and recalled the layout of the corners he’d passed through.

Then, he heard the sound of reloading.

‘Now!’ Asher dashed forward, catching the thug in front of him off guard.

The man quickly recovered, aiming his weapon, but before he could pull the trigger, Asher shot him dead.

Gun fire erupted as the others reacted, bullets flying all around.

Asher lunged forward, grabbing the first body before it hit the ground, using it as a meat shield.

Bullets zipped by, narrowly missing him.

Peeking over the corpse, he fired at the nearest gangsters, using the close distance to increased his accuracy.

Each shot landed, taking them down one by one. The strategy was crazy, but he could afford to take the risk because he was unafraid of getting hit.

Suddenly, bullets tore into his shoulder. He felt pressure but no pain.

Using the wall for support, he steadied himself while they exchanged fire.

It had turned into a total dogfight, and he kept getting hit due to the narrow space. Eventually, he collapsed to the ground.

No amount of training could overcome his disadvantage in this position.

“Damn, I can’t believe it took that many bullets to kill this fucker! Do you know this idiot?” one of the gangsters sneered in contempt as they surrounded the corpse.

CLINK!

“What’s that?” another gangster asked.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw what seemed to be a can rolling across the floor. They wondered what it was when suddenly, a pin popped out

CLICK!

A piercing sound and a blinding flash of light engulfed them, followed by the sound of multiple gunshots .

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

When the blinding flash faded, everyone was dead except for Asher, who was riddled with holes all over his body, yet there was no blood oozing out.

‘Glad that worked,’ he sighed to himself.

He didn’t know how much damage he could take, so he figured he’d gamble on the chance that they’d stop shooting him if he pretended to be dead.

Well, technically, he wasn’t pretending.