As an Auto Mechanic, Isn't It Perfectly Reasonable for Me to Carry a Wrench? (Please Vote)

Jim stopped just as he was about to pull the trigger, interrupted by the sudden knock at the door.

Yinsen had originally intended to seize the gun from Jim while he had the chance, but Jim's muzzle kept swinging back and forth between him and Claire. He wasn't confident he could disarm Jim without getting hurt.

As for drawing his own gun...

Thanks to the equipment Zhou Yi had provided, Yinsen wasn't in the same desperate situation as he had been in the original story. He had a gun now too, but under Jim's threat, he still had no chance to draw it.

After all, Jim was a top agent. His reactions were fast.

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

"You. Go open the door." Jim waved his gun, signaling Claire to open it, while he slowly moved to an angle where he wouldn't be seen as soon as the door opened, yet could still threaten both Claire and Yinsen.

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

Jim knew that whether the person outside really was a train conductor or not, the first thing he had to do was stop him from making noise. Otherwise, if he attracted anyone else, they would be in real trouble.

So the urgent priority was to trick this troublemaker outside into coming in, then make sure he could never cause trouble again!

Dead people naturally couldn't cause trouble.

Claire could only walk slowly to the door and open it.

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

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

If Zhou Yi knew Claire was an agent, then he naturally knew their identities too. That meant he was definitely no train conductor!

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

"CIA?" Jim blurted out instinctively, then came to his senses and aimed his pistol at Zhou Yi. "Forget it. Whoever you are, once you're dead, you're nothing!"

Jim had no intention of dragging this out any longer. It was difficult enough keeping three people covered with one pistol, especially when he also had to watch out for Yinsen.

As Yinsen's team leader, he naturally knew how capable Yinsen was in a fight. He didn't dare give him any opportunity.

The moment he finished speaking, Jim aimed directly at Zhou Yi and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Clang!

"No!" Yinsen's eyes widened, but his roar had only half left his throat before it died there.

"I have to say," Zhou Yi said with a smile, standing where he was and looking down at his heart, "your aim is really accurate... Agent Jim."

There was a hole in Zhou Yi's shirt over his chest, revealing a patch of silver-white beneath it!

"Come to think of it, I used to work as an auto mechanic, and I was pretty good at it, so I'm rather nostalgic about it." Zhou Yi reached into his shirt and pulled out a huge wrench.

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

The Extradimensional Wrench had arrived!

Zhou Yi had naturally come over so openly because he had enough confidence.

The Extradimensional Wrench, which could appear on any part of his body, was one of the things that let him act so recklessly!

Jim frowned slightly.

Was this guy an idiot?

What the hell was with carrying a wrench around?

Even if he carried one, shouldn't it be tucked into his waistband?

Who kept one over his heart? Wasn't that uncomfortable?

Mocking him internally was one thing, but Jim didn't hesitate to fire another shot. This time, he aimed for Zhou Yi's head.

Let's see how you block this one. Go on, block it for me!

As Jim pulled the trigger, the thought flashed through his mind.

Two more sounds rang out.

Bang! Clang!

This time, Yinsen, Claire, and Jim all widened their eyes. Yinsen even forgot to use the chance to seize Jim's gun.

"Your shooting is quite good, Agent Jim. Looks like you didn't get where you are entirely through schemes and tricks," Zhou Yi said, holding the wrench level as he tilted his head. "You hit my wrench precisely every time..."

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

"I used to be an auto mechanic, didn't I?" Zhou Yi played with the wrench in his hand. "Oh, I get it. You mean what my job is now, right? You should've said so. My current profession is..."

As he spoke, Zhou Yi began walking toward Jim.

"Don't come any closer!" Jim threatened Zhou Yi with his gun in panic. When Zhou Yi showed no intention of stopping, he fired again!

Bang! Clang!

The familiar sound rang out again.

Jim's bullet once more struck the wrench in Zhou Yi's hand.

"Too slow, Agent Jim." Zhou Yi continued walking toward Jim, one step at a time. "Your gun is too slow."

Jim held a revolver. The bullets it fired traveled at roughly three to four hundred meters per second.

At present, the generally accepted limit of human reaction speed was 0.1 seconds. For example, official track races used 0.1 seconds as the cutoff; a reaction time below that was deemed a false start.

Of course, humans likely possessed even faster reaction speeds, but they simply hadn't been discovered or proven yet.

Zhou Yi's situation was somewhat different.

It wasn't just his reaction speed that had been enhanced, but his physical abilities as well.

It was equivalent to having both hardware and software boosted to more than thirteen times the human limit.

Such enhancement couldn't be calculated through simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division using mere on-paper figures.

Zhou Yi had tested it before. In his normal state, his reaction speed had already reached 0.0008 seconds.

As Zhou Yi advanced, the distance between him and Jim shrank. By the time Jim had fired all six shots from his revolver, the distance had only closed to one meter.

At a speed of 400 meters per second, a bullet took—0.0025 seconds—to travel one meter.

In other words, Zhou Yi had been completely right when he said it was too slow.

As long as he wanted to, he could see the trajectory of Jim's bullets, then place the wrench in the corresponding position and block them firmly!

Bang! Clang! Bang! Clang! Bang! Clang! Bang! Clang!

Click, click.

Even after Zhou Yi had walked right up to him, Jim was still pulling the trigger instinctively.

However, his pistol wasn't one of those legendary infinite-ammo guns that came standard with the Lord God's Space.

So now, he had completely lost any means of fighting back.

"My current profession is..." Zhou Yi pulled out an ID. "An IRS Employee assigned abroad, responsible for investigating your illegal income and tax evasion."

"Are you really human?" Jim's face was full of disbelief.

He no longer cared whether Zhou Yi was really an IRS Employee or whether he had truly come to investigate his tax evasion.

Right now, he felt as though his entire worldview had been utterly overturned.

Yinsen and Claire, standing nearby, had by now become complete spectators. Both felt exactly the same way Jim did.

"Of course I'm human, Agent Jim." Zhou Yi smiled, tearing off the human-skin mask on his head. "But whether you are... that's something you need to think over carefully. Oh, right. You shot me six times just now. It's not too much for me to return the favor once, is it?"

Before Jim could say anything else, Zhou Yi swung the wrench straight at him.

Naturally, he held back. Otherwise, everyone would have gotten to see a smashed watermelon—one mixed with red, yellow, and white.

After a dull thud, Jim fell stiffly to the floor.

So, was that wrench-blocking-bullets move cool or what? Feeling the urge to vote now?