Idle Money System

Chapter 111 The Battle Starts

Jonathan, who had no idea that Alexander was already on his way to this place, glanced toward Valentine with a deadly smile.

"I think you already know who was calling me, right?" he said.

Valentine was clueless for a moment. Now that she was asked, her first idea began to resurface.

"Don't tell me he is really coming here to sa-save me?" she spoke, her lips turning pale as paper

Jonathan smiled widely and clapped both of his hands. "That's right, that troublemaker is causing trouble, and this time it's a big one. So, thanks to you, we don't need to look for the kid since he will be coming here and will be taken care of."

Valentine, hearing this, was enraged. Her father and her uncle Shanks were already involved in this matter because of him, and now his employee was going to be added to the list, making her angry.

"You—you...!" Valentine exclaimed in an enraged tone while pointing at him.

"You what?" Jonathan asked smugly.

"You are evil." Hearing this, Jonathan burst into laughter, and even Ethan could not help but let out a small laugh as well.

"Haha, do you think this is a fairy tale where the villain is defeated by some random prince charming saving the princess? Let me tell you this: the script will change because the villain will be the one to stomp that prince charming," he concluded with a laugh.

Valentine could not help but bite her lip as a streak of blood slid down from her lips, all the way to her jaw, dripping onto the floor.

"Tough woman. The taste will be exciting," Ronaldo muttered under his breath while licking his lips.

He decided to have fun with the woman later, since the more despair she felt, the more enjoyable it would be for him. After all, it was just a kid—why would he be afraid of a child with only a few skills?

Valentine did not say anything more, which made Jonathan feel satisfied. Now, the only thing he needed to do was wait for the kid to come.

Suddenly, one of his men called out from behind, "Boss, there is someone at the gate."

"Someone at the gate?" Jonathan thought as he responded, "Who is that person? Are there a lot of them?" he asked, looking toward the man standing near the door.

"Uhh, it's only one person, boss, and it's a kid. We were just guarding the place when he suddenly appeared outside the gate," the man responded respectfully.

"Also, he's here because you called him a few minutes ago. Should we let him in?" the man asked for permission.

"He's here? Isn't that too fast?" Jonathan was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Picking up the phone in his pockets, he turned it on and checked the time and navigated his thumb to the recent calls. It was now 9:08 pm., and their call had ended at 9:02 pm.

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How is it so fast? His mind was filled with questions since this mountain was at least 15 kilometers away from their headquarters.

From the call just now, he knew that Alexander must be at their headquarters, so he gave him plenty of time. However, arriving in less than 10 minutes seemed impossible.

"Don't tell me this kid was already below the mountain when the call was made, or did he just run his way up here, back to the headquarters?" Jonathan thought of this idea but shook his head, as this seemed a bit impossible.

Climbing up the mountain would also take more than 10 minutes. If he took a car, it would take just 5 minutes.

Even Ethan, who was beside him, was clueless about this. It was so fast that it seemed impossible for a normal person to close the gap in the distance within just a few minutes.

"Bring him here," Jonathan commanded the man, who nodded and left the area.

"That seems too inhumane," Ethan thought, as he took a walkie-talkie device from his pocket and held it.

"Deadeye, have you seen someone climb up the mountain a few minutes ago?" Ethan said into the device.

On the other side, on a hill with his back leaning against a tree, he could see the abandoned factory from up here. He was wearing goggles attached to his head.

He could clearly see the road leading to this place, so when he listened to the device, he maneuvered the goggles toward the gate and saw a kid standing there, which baffled him.

"What the—how the heck did this kid get up here?" Deadeye, one of the four captains of the Black Serpent gang, exclaimed he was the gun man of this gang.

He was an expert when it came to using guns, and, indeed, this was one of Jonathan's reinforcements. If the plan failed, they could escape or clean up the mess by shooting their opponents when they were off guard.

Deadeye had three people on his side who were also veterans in using guns. They were positioned at the south, east, and west, while he was stationed in the north.

The abandoned factory was surrounded on all four sides, which made spotting anyone a breeze for them. Their positions were not only hidden but also provided an excellent view of the area.

"I did not see him; even my team did not report anything. It's just like he popped out of nowhere," he answered on the phone.

Hearing the response, Ethan felt like he was struck by lightning. This seemed too absurd. "Does this kid know teleportation like Goku? But that's just cartoons," he grumbled to himself.

Deadeye did not receive any further reply. He called his own people and told them the same thing. His mind was in a dilemma over how a person could suddenly appear out of thin air.

What he received also left the three stunned. When they looked at the gate, they saw a person standing there, leaving them dumbfounded by this discovery as well.

Deadeye crouched down and held the sniper rifle in his hands. It was a Barrett M82A1, a massive anti-material sniper rifle designed to devastate targets at extreme ranges.

Measuring nearly 57 inches (over 4.7 feet) in length, the barrel alone stretched about 29 inches. Weighing around 30 pounds without attachments, it was a beast of a firearm, built for both intimidation and destruction.

It was equipped with a custom high-power optic scope, featuring a lens nearly as wide as a coffee cup.

The scope allowed Deadeye to zoom in on targets over a mile away, with its precision reticle calibrated for long-range shots requiring minimal adjustment.

It had its own windage and elevation dials, which allowed him to account for factors like wind speed and bullet drop. The scope's glass was crystal clear, providing Deadeye with a sharp, unobstructed view of his prey, even in low-light conditions.

The Barrett was chambered in .50 BMG (Browning Machine Gun) rounds—massive, cigar-sized bullets nearly 5.5 inches long. These rounds could pierce through vehicles, walls, and even light armor with ease.

If the top assassins saw this, they would have praised him, as owning this kind of gun was no simple feat.

In the Philippines, civilian ownership of sniper rifles like this one was prohibited, as they were classified as military-grade weapons. The .50 BMG caliber, in particular, was highly restricted due to its destructive potential.

Only law enforcement or groups with significant influence had access to such weapons, and even then, they were likely smuggled.

The fact that the Black Serpent Gang possessed such a weapon demonstrated how powerful their background was.

Maneuvering the gun with his eyes on the scope, Deadeye pointed it toward the person at the gate—Alexander, who was looking at the two men with guns.

Alexander was just standing there, waiting for the guy to come back, when he suddenly felt like someone was watching him.

There were eyes on him from every direction. He lifted his head and pierced the darkness with his gaze.

Deadeye, who had aimed his gun at Alexander's head, was stunned when the kid looked him directly in the eye. This frightened him, as he realized the boy was staring straight at him.

"This—this… is he a ghost? Can he see me from this distance? It's already night. No, just the distance alone makes it impossible for me to be seen, even if it were a soldier using a telescope."

But Alexander lowered his gaze, as the man who told him to wait finally arrived. Deadeye, seeing this, sighed in relief, thinking he must have been imagining things earlier.

Alexander, who was finally inside, followed the man. He was not afraid of the sniper aiming at him, even though the sniper was positioned 500–600 meters away from him.

He was not afraid of getting shot, in the middle of his walking. With his senses that were already 100 times better than a normal person's, he could dodge a bullet as long as he was prepared for it.