Chapter 890

Reed gripped the Sacrificial Pawn pistol in a reverse hold, using it like a short hammer as he unleashed a storm of close-quarters attacks on Karl—jabs, elbow strikes, knee smashes, low sweeps. Every move was vicious and lethal, stripped down to the agent’s trademark efficiency.

But Karl, who had once wielded Eternal Night and understood better than anyone how a pistol could be integrated into hand-to-hand combat as a short weapon, was never going to reveal an opening to such attacks.

Faced with Reed’s tempest-like assault, Karl’s gaze did not waver in the slightest. It was as if he had already seen through the trajectory of every single movement. His footwork was light and precise, shifting within a tight space—sidestepping, leaning back—always evading Reed’s deadly strikes and the hammering swings of the reverse-gripped Sacrificial Pawn by mere millimeters.