"YEAH! COME AT ME ALL AT ONCE!!!" At the top of his voice, Charles mightily declared.

Just as he requested, they simultaneously charged at him. With a quick reaction, Charles grabbed and tossed one of the chairs at Deathgrip.

"What--" The chair slammed onto the super soldier so hard that it broke apart upon impact, slowing Deathgrip's movements, if only temporarily.

"Damn!" Claw uttered as he and Shadowgun lunged at both sides of Charles. They each delivered a straight. It was ineffective, however, as Charles took the strikes with each of his arms.

Their efforts were not completely in vain, as they noticed Charles's arms shaking somewhat after blocking their strikes.

Heh, with these injuries from having fun fighting in military bases, I'm not in my best condition.

With Deathgrip catching up, the trio of death-bringers engaged Charles in close-quarters combat.

Unleashing a flurry of punches, kicks, and occasionally strange grabs from Deathgrip, Charles was on the backpedal, trying to dodge them. As if dancing throughout the room, Charles and the super soldiers fought each other while avoiding the furniture.

They would flip and hop over the chairs and even hop onto the center table, which the officers sat around to continue their battle.

These guys are fighting in sync! How entertaining!

Suddenly, Deathgrip grabbed Charles's forearm. Charles immediately tried shaking him off, but he surprisingly couldn't.

What a strong grip!

Following up, Claw swiped at Charles's face, slapping him right through the room's walls once again. Blood seeped down Charles's face as claw marks were etched on his cheek.

For some reason, I can't pierce him like before...but I can at least scratch him with my claws.

Wiping the blood from his face, Charles smirked. Quickly turning his smirk to curious interest, he noticed Shadowgun making the finger-gun gesture.

BANG!

With a loud noise and a flash of yellow sparks emitting from his index finger, a bullet was fired, which caused Charles to instinctually dodge. Not only did the bullet penetrate the wall, but it penetrated all the walls of the military base and soared in the distance outside.

"Wow!" Charles said as he looked pleasantly surprised.

"Tsk, I wanted to kill you with that bullet, but I guess I'm a bit rusty," Shadowgun said with disappointment. Strangely, he began twisting his arm. He twisted it until it came right off.

The inside of his arm seemed to look like the inner mechanisms of a gun, which surprised Charles.

"Seems like everything's in order..." Shadowgun said. At the same time, Deathgrip looked over to Rebecca, still in despair after John's confession.

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"Tsk! Can't you snap out of it, Rebecca!" Deathgrip yelled. "You're on the higher end of super soldiers, so why don't you help instead of sulking!?"

"...I...I'm sorry..." Rebecca softly spoke. Suddenly, what Frank said had resurfaced in her memory.

Risking your lives to kill us while your superiors made deals with the same people you call criminals. Poor little puppet...you don't realize that your superiors only care about themselves!

"M-My friends...were killed because of our superiors'...greed..." Rebecca muttered. "I...I can't fight...now..."

Deafening silence filled the room as everyone listened.

"Oh well, it doesn't look like she'll be a good fight," Charles stated. "She's weakened both physically and mentally right now...you guys can continue to entertain me, though!!!"

He immediately dashed at them to resume the fight. They were more than ready as Shadowgun fired a couple more bullets after making the finger gun gesture. Charles weaved them barely, but they grazed his abdomen, causing mild bleeding.

Powering through, Charles used his full strength and struck Claw by delivering a thrust kick, which he preemptively blocked. He got knocked through multiple rooms.

Simultaneously, Rebecca could be seen limping her way to the emergency exit.

W...What is my purpose...? Rebecca thought. Am I...a tool...for our superiors to get rid of things they hate...or am I a tool...to eliminate the blessed criminals...

Although I'm pretty injured, my physical capabilities are still enough to do significant damage to them...all I need to do is to break up their teamwork by splitting them up! Charles thought as he was sent through the rooms.

Charles immediately pursued Claw, surprising the other two. As Charles ran through the rooms, bullets pierced the walls and flew passed him. Shadowgun was trying to shoot him by attempting to predict where he would go. He did not get any lethal hits, but he did graze Charles several times.

"It doesn't seem like you understand which super soldiers you're dealing with," Deathgrip said as he chased Charles. Suddenly, Claw lunged at Charles, swiping at him multiple times with his metallic claws. They left even more bleeding scratch marks on his body.

Charles started to weave the rest of his swipes, but before counterattacking, he was shot right through his right leg. The perpetrator was Shadowgun, who entered the same room Charles and Claw were in.

"Ugh!" Charles groaned as he mildly lost balance. Claw did not waste the opening and swiped at Charles's left eye with his claws.

"Ouch!!" Charles yelled as he instinctively closed his now bleeding eyes.

"Super soldiers specialized for murder," Deathgrip said. "One with claws that could cut diamonds, another with a modified hand cannon with bullets capable of piercing anything..."

Suddenly, Deathgrip lunged at Charles, who was distracted from being shot in the leg and scratched in the eye, wrapping his hands around Charles's neck.

"And one with grip strength like any other, capable of strangling anyone and anything...finally, I got my hands on you."

Suddenly, Charles started to choke as his grip got stronger. Immediately, Charles tried grabbing his hands in an attempt to remove his grip, but to no avail.

"It won't work. These modified arms are like a vice...it'll involuntarily squeeze on anything I wrap my hands around."

He was right, as Charles's neck was being squeezed more and more. Bone-crushing sounds were audible as Deathgrip was ruthlessly strangling Charles while smiling. Claw and Shadowgun simply watched while also smiling as Charles was audibly choking.

T...This is...the closest to death...I've been...in a while...!!!

Suddenly, Charles grabbed Deathgrip's neck, specifically the area of his Adam's apple.

"Hu--" Before Deathgrip could say anything, Charles mercilessly tore his entire throat out from his body, greatly surprising the other death-bringers.

"DEATHGRIP!" Claw and Shadowgun simultaneously yelled. Although Deathgrip seemed mortified by what Charles did, he was right about his hands involuntarily gripping like a vice as it continued squeezing Charles's neck.

Haha! These guys' teamwork damaged me this much! I'll use my full strength then...to take them down in one shot!!! Charles internally decided.

Having enough of being strangled, Charles grabbed Deathgrip's face and slammed him into the ground, with everything he had.

"Wai--"

BOOM!!!