As a car mechanic, it's reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me, isn't it?

Jim's attempt to fire his gun was halted by the sudden knocking at the door.

Ethan had intended to use this opportunity to disarm Jim, but Jim's gun barrel kept swinging back and forth between him and Claire. Ethan wasn't confident he could disarm Jim without getting hurt.

As for drawing his own gun…

Thanks to the equipment assistance from Zhou Yi, Ethan wasn't in the same desperate situation as in the original story. He had a gun now, but under Jim's threat, he still had no chance to take it out.

After all, Jim was a top agent, and his reaction speed was very fast.

"Who's in there? This is the luggage compartment, I'm the train attendant, passengers aren't allowed in here!" the person outside shouted.

"You, open the door." Jim waved his gun, signaling Claire to open it. He, meanwhile, slowly moved to an angle where he wouldn't be immediately visible upon opening the door, but could still threaten both Claire and Ethan.

"Don't try anything funny. My gun is definitely faster than you think!"

Jim understood that regardless of whether the person outside was actually a train attendant, the first priority was to stop them from making noise. If they attracted anyone else, it would be a complete disaster.

Therefore, the most urgent task was to quickly lure the troublemaker outside inside and then ensure they could no longer cause any trouble!

Dead men, naturally, couldn't cause trouble.

Claire had no choice but to slowly walk to the door and open it.

"Hello, Agent Claire." Outside the door, Zhou Yi smiled slightly, then walked directly into the luggage compartment and closed the door behind him.

"Who are you?" Jim naturally heard what Zhou Yi said, and his vigilance immediately spiked to its peak.

Knowing Claire was an agent meant he knew their identities. This implied that this person was definitely not a train attendant!

"Who am I?" Zhou Yi asked, "Who do you think I am?"

"CIA?" Jim blurted out instinctively, then reacted, pointing his handgun at Zhou Yi. "Never mind who you are. Once you're dead, you're nothing!"

Jim had no intention of delaying any longer with Zhou Yi and the others. It was very difficult to keep a handgun pointed at three people, especially while he had to remain wary of Ethan's movements.

As Ethan's team leader, he was well aware of Ethan's combat skills and dared not give him any opportunities.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jim directly aimed at Zhou Yi and pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"No!" Ethan's eyes widened, but his roar got stuck in his throat halfway through.

"I have to say," Zhou Yi stood in place, looking down at his chest, and chuckled, "you're quite accurate… Agent Jim."

Zhou Yi's shirt had a hole over his heart, revealing a flash of silver-white underneath!

"Speaking of which, I used to be a car mechanic, and I was quite good at it, so I'm rather nostalgic for it," Zhou Yi reached into his shirt and pulled out a large wrench.

"As a car mechanic, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me, right?"

[Extradimensional Wrench], at your service!

Zhou Yi's bold approach was naturally backed by sufficient confidence.

The Extradimensional Wrench, which could appear on any part of his body, was one of the guarantees of his ability to act so casually!

Jim frowned slightly.

Is this guy an idiot?

What kind of person carries a wrench with them?

Even if you carry it, shouldn't it be tucked into your waistband?

Who keeps it on their chest? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?

Despite his internal complaints, Jim unhesitatingly fired again, this time aiming for the head.

Let's see how you block this one. Show me if you can block it again!

Jim thought to himself as he fired.

Two more sounds.

"Bang!" "Clang!"

This time, Ethan, Claire, and Jim's eyes widened simultaneously. Ethan even forgot to use the opportunity to disarm Jim.

"Your marksmanship is excellent, Agent Jim. It seems you didn't reach your current position solely through schemes and tricks," Zhou Yi held the wrench level, tilting his head. "You managed to hit my wrench precisely every time…"

"Who exactly are you?!" Jim was starting to panic.

"I used to be a car mechanic?" Zhou Yi played with the wrench in his hand. "Oh, I see, you want to ask about my current profession, right? You should have said so earlier. My current profession is…"

As he spoke, Zhou Yi began walking towards Jim.

"Don't come any closer!" Jim frantically threatened Zhou Yi with his gun. Seeing that Zhou Yi had no intention of stopping, he fired again!

"Bang!" "Clang!"

The familiar sounds again.

The bullet Jim fired successfully hit the wrench in Zhou Yi's hand once more.

"Too slow, Agent Jim," Zhou Yi continued to walk towards Jim step by step. "Your gun is too slow."

Jim held a revolver, its bullets traveling at roughly three to four hundred meters per second.

The current recognized limit for human reaction time is 0.1 seconds. For instance, in official running competitions, anything less than this is considered a false start.

Of course, human reaction time is certainly capable of being faster than this, it just hasn't been discovered or proven yet.

Zhou Yi's situation was somewhat different from this.

It wasn't just his reaction speed that was enhanced, but also his physical capabilities.

Effectively, both his hardware and software were over thirteen times the human limit.

Such an enhancement couldn't be calculated through simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division of paper data.

Zhou Yi had tested himself before; in his normal state, his reaction speed had already reached 0.0008 seconds.

As Zhou Yi advanced, the distance between him and Jim shortened, until Jim had fired all six bullets from his revolver, the distance had shrunk to just one meter.

Calculated at a speed of 400m/s, the time it took for a bullet to travel one meter was—0.0025s.

In other words, Zhou Yi's statement that it was too slow was perfectly valid.

If he wished, he could see the trajectory of Jim's fired bullets and place the wrench in the corresponding spot, blocking them firmly!

"Bang! Clink!" "Bang, clink!" "Bang! Clink!" "Bang, clink!"

"Click, click."

By the time Zhou Yi reached Jim, Jim was still instinctively pulling the trigger.

However, his handgun was not the legendary "Infinite Bullet Handgun" that was essential in the main god's space.

Therefore, he was now completely without any means of counterattack.

"My current profession is," Zhou Yi pulled out an ID, "an IRS Field Agent, responsible for investigating your illegal income, tax evasion, and tax avoidance."

"Are you even human?" Jim's face was filled with disbelief.

He no longer cared if Zhou Yi was some IRS employee or if he was really there to investigate his tax evasion.

At this moment, he felt his entire worldview had been overturned.

Ethan and Claire, standing nearby, had completely become spectators, both expressing that they felt the same way as Jim.

"Of course, I'm human, Agent Jim," Zhou Yi smiled, pulling off the human skin mask from his head. "However, whether you are, that's something we need to consider carefully... Oh right, you just shot me six times, it's only fair I hit you back once, isn't it?"

Saying that, without waiting for Jim to say anything more, Zhou Yi directly swung the wrench.

Of course, he had held back his strength; otherwise, everyone would be watching a watermelon being cut open, a watermelon mixed with red, yellow, and white.

After a dull thud, Jim fell straight to the ground.

So, what do you think? Wasn't blocking bullets with a wrench pretty cool? Doesn't it make you want to vote?