100: You Lost, Reid

Chapter 890: 100. You Lost, Reid

Reid held the "Castaway" pistol in a reverse grip, wielding it like a small hammer as he launched a storm of attacks at Carl with fists and kicks—jabs, elbow strikes, knee strikes, low sweeps. Every move was vicious and lethal, carrying the concise efficiency unique to an agent.

But Carl had once wielded "The Final Night" and understood better than anyone how a pistol could be used like a short-handled weapon alongside fists and kicks. How could Reid's attacks possibly make her reveal an opening?

Faced with Reid's relentless close-range assault, Carl's gaze did not waver in the slightest. It was as if she had already seen through the trajectory of every one of Reid's movements. Her feet shifted nimbly within a small area as she sidestepped and leaned back, always avoiding the deadly blows and swings of the reverse-gripped "Castaway" pistol by a hair's breadth.

Bang!

The instant she deflected one of Reid's elbow strikes, the "KK" pistol in Carl's hand fired almost directly against Reid's armpit!

At such close range, the kinetic round erupted with tremendous force. Even though Reid's Combat Suit, Subdermal Armor, and Titanium Skeleton provided effective protection and shock absorption, the enormous impact instantly numbed half his body and made his movements falter.

An opening.

Carl wanted to withdraw her pistol and finish Reid with the small blade hidden in her sleeve. But Reid was not someone whose attack could be stopped by mere numbness. Enduring the searing pain, he used the momentum of his turning body to swing the reverse-gripped "Castaway" pistol like a heavy little hammer at Carl's throat, while his knee viciously drove toward her lower abdomen—a completely mutual-destruction tactic!

Carl seemed to have expected it. Her left wrist, holding the gun, flipped, and she used