Kirk leaped high into the air. The Fire God Cannon in his hands whirred at high speed, unleashing a metal storm that poured into Whistler's body.
Seeing Kirk, Leon, and Ada combine forces to beat Whistler like a dog from the very start, Ashley clapped her hands in delight and asked sweetly, "Is he dead?"
Mori climbed up from below and wiped his mouth. "Of course he's not dead. I can feel the virus inside him. It's even more terrifying than mine."
Before he could finish speaking, Whistler, who had been lying there like a dead dog, suddenly opened his eyes!
Kirk finally understood why Whistler insisted on wearing sunglasses.
It was because of his eyes!
They weren't ordinary pupils, but golden, vertical slits like those of a feline!
A handsome man like Keanu Reeves with such eerie pupils—it was no wonder Kirk was taken aback.
Whistler sprang to his feet, apparently unharmed. He rolled his neck, and the bullets inside him shot out one after another, clattering to the ground.
"Are you finished?" A dangerous glint flickered in his golden, vertical-slit pupils. "Then it's finally my turn!"
Whistler kicked at Ada, who was nearest to him.
He hated Ada's betrayal to the core.
Ada was incredibly fast, and Whistler could only kick at her afterimage.
But he refused to let it go. His upright body in its suit lunged at Ada like a phantom, and his Iron Fist slammed toward her slender waist!
But Leon appeared beside Ada, taking on the role of her knight in shining armor. He kicked at Whistler.
Whistler and Leon kicked at each other, both grunting at the impact.
But Leon clutched his leg and staggered backward. Whistler wasn't affected in the slightest.
His body, modified by the C virus, was practically as hard