Sure enough, after less than an hour of sparring with Hannah, a system notification sounded in his mind. Opening the system, he found that his original fighting skill had upgraded from Proficient to Master.
He'd earned another 5 system coins, and Jack was delighted. Improving his system skills through his own efforts was far more fulfilling than spending hard-earned coins.
Seeing him suddenly freeze in place, Hannah was secretly pleased. She feinted with her arm and silently kicked out, striking Jack squarely on the outer side of his thigh.
This was one of the body's pain points; it wouldn't cause permanent damage, but the intense pain could instantly knock an adult to the ground.
By the ti Jack reacted, it was too late. Fortunately, he was no longer the sa as before. Gritting his teeth, he took the side kick, and with a 20-point increase in Constitution, he managed to withstand the sudden pain. He then reached back and firmly grabbed Hannah's ankle.
Hannah remained calm. There were counterasures for this position. As she deliberately fell backward, she used her right leg, which Jack had grabbed, to pull her body towards him, closing the distance. Simultaneously, she used her left foot to push off his abdon.
Normally, even if Jack reacted quickly, his body couldn't keep up, and he would fall to the ground. The two would then continue sparring, using techniques similar to those in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which also exist in Krav Maga.
While wrestling and grappling on the ground with Hannah, seemingly intimate and using physical entanglent to subdue each other, was actually deadly.
He, constrained by his role as a sparring partner and from a male perspective, could only use joint locks and arm bars, while Hannah was unrestrained.
Previously, due to psychological issues, she could only learn from female instructors, and her sparring partners couldn't accept male opponents. At a certain level, her skills hit a bottleneck.
Later, finally having Jack as her opponent, she didn't care about giving him any "benefits" during ground sparring, using everything from grabs and chokeholds to deadly leg scissors, completely disregarding future physical well-being.
But today was different. Jack's right hand flashed out, grabbing her left ankle, then his right foot kicked her knees, crumpling her into a ball.
"Give up?" Jack, holding Hannah's slender ankles with one hand, pinned her down, chuckling wickedly. After three months of being tornted, he had finally gotten his revenge.
"Never!" Hannah struggled desperately, still trying to fight back.
Looking at her swaying form, the tight yoga pants clearly outlining her figure, Jack reluctantly released her. Although he often took advantage of her, deliberately groping her during training was inappropriate.
Hannah lay on the ground, panting, and Jack lay down beside her to rest. The room fell silent for a mont.
After so ti, Hannah suddenly rolled over and landed on top of Jack, startling him. He thought she wanted to continue practicing.
Unexpectedly, the girl kissed him directly. Jack's eyes widened; this was the first ti she had kissed him first.
"I've already submitted my resignation to Zoe, and I'll be reporting to Quantico next month."
Feeling the wonderful touch of the girl's full figure and her hot breath, Jack was montarily speechless.
"So soon? Shouldn't there be an interview first, followed by a series of physical tests?"
For a mont, Jack felt a pang of reluctance. If his feelings for Zoe and Maureen had a touch of adult attraction, his feelings for Hannah were much purer.
"Zoe has so friends in the FBI. After seeing my LAPD file, they imdiately agreed to a special admission. After completing five months of training, I will be assigned to the Los Angeles field office."
Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "So I'll see you again in five months?"
Hannah nodded: "I need you to accompany to do sothing. It's related to my childhood experiences, and it's also the reason I aspired to join the FBI."
Jack's heart tightened. Had this girl finally decided to reopen her wounds and show him her inner pain?
"I think you know, sotis I'm not a very conventional person, am I?" What he hadn't was expected that his vigilante justice with Tim against the serial killer would unexpectedly lead Hannah to her decision.
"You know I'm a Texas girl, right? My father's na is Brant Stephens, and my mother's na is Jennifer Carlisle. Until I was fifteen, we lived together on a small farm in West Texas, near New xico."
Her voice choked, and tears fell like broken pearls onto Jack's face.
"I used to have a happy family, until one day, soone maliciously set fire to our stable. Inside were several pregnant mares and a thoroughbred foal that Daddy had given . Daddy rushed into the stable to release the horses, and then Mommy went in too."
"I will never forget that night. When the police and fire trucks arrived, they only found two bodies tightly embracing each other."
Looking at Hannah's empty eyes, Jack remained silent, only reaching out to wipe away her tears.
"Later, my father's brother ca from Georgia with his whole family, saying they wanted to be my guardians."
Jack's heart seed to be suddenly gripped, recalling Hannah's unusual hatred for Angus Lucius.
"At that ti, I naively considered them my family, until one day, I discovered they…"
"They?" Jack could hardly believe his ears.
"Yes, him and his son."
Jack felt his brain begin to throb, an uncontrollable rage welling up inside him. When it didn't concern him, he might have been able to laugh at the ugliness hidden beneath the hypocritical veil of this so-called developed country with a condescending attitude.
But now, when this utterly disgusting thing happened to soone he cared about, he only wanted to inflict the most brutal treatnt.
"So, this is the root of your psychological aversion to the opposite sex?"
Jack could clearly hear his teeth grinding as he spoke.
Hannah stared at his expression, then burst out laughing, completely baffled.
"Yes, but it's not what you think."
"What I an is, my aversion to the opposite sex — uh, besides you — is indeed for this reason, but they haven't touched ."
Hannah lowered her head, brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and kissed Jack, as a gesture of comfort.
"Under my pillow is a 10th birthday present from my father: a Smith & Wesson Model 36 revolver designed for won."
[A/n: F*ucking tell the full story, why tornt him and who has nothing to do with your story.]
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