"Can you shut up and just be a real man quietly?"
The smile on Adam Jones’s lips briefly stiffened before he let out a light laugh and awkwardly touched his nose, "As you wish."
Elly Campbell no longer paid attention to Adam Jones. When she was selecting toys with William Campbell in the toy area, a violent tumult suddenly erupted in the supermarket.
Then came the screams.
Looking in the direction of the noise, she saw a middle-aged man in a jacket, wielding an eighteen-inch British machete, slashing at anyone he encountered as he moved through the bustling crowd.
Already many people had been chopped and lay on the ground, bloodied.
Cries for help and wails rose and fell amidst the crowded supermarket.
The man seemed to be in a frenzy, chasing and slashing at anyone who ran, causing many people to be too scared to move and instead hide behind shelves, softly weeping.
Adam Jones’s eyes hardened as he shielded his wife and son behind him, covering William Campbell’s eyes with his hands and holding him close, whispering to Elly beside him:
Elly Campbell was startled. Although it was just two simple words, they deeply resonated within her.
That man hadn’t noticed them yet. Adam shielded Elly and began stepping back, trying to move in the direction of the exit.
There was a distance to the exit from where they were, and to leave, they would have to come into the man’s line of sight.
Elly followed Adam, quietly taking out her phone and sending out an emergency text message.
No sooner had the message been sent than her phone suddenly rang. Elly turned pale and fumbled to hang up, noticing that the man had already looked in their direction.
The man’s face was splattered with blood from his chopping spree, making his ferocious features appear even more sinister and terrifying.
"Elly, don’t be afraid, hold William tightly."
Adam handed William over to Elly. As he watched the man charging towards them with a long knife, Adam pushed Elly and their son to the side and rushed straight at the blood-dripping machete.
Elly quickly covered William’s eyes and held him tightly, avoiding the middle-aged man’s gaze.
The middle-aged man was very strong, raising the eighteen-inch machete above his head and then chopping down with all his might toward Adam.
Adam agilely dodged to the side, lifting his foot and precisely kicking the man’s wrist with force.
A numbness shot through the wrist. The man’s knife-wielding hand instinctively loosened, and the machete clattered to the ground.
Seemingly enraged by Adam’s actions, the man growled, stooped to pick up the machete, and slashed at Adam again.
Adam swiftly moved behind the man, gripping his wrist, and twisted it backward.
The man was unexpectedly strong and completely furious with Adam. He used all his strength to break free from Adam’s grasp, and the machete swung toward Adam’s front.
Adam dodged to the side. Seizing the moment when the man overexerted his strength and could not pull back, Adam grabbed his arm and kicked at the back of the man’s knee.
A low roar of "Ah" followed as the man fell to his knees, subdued and held down by Adam, who was still growling with bloodshot eyes and a fierce expression, struggling under Adam’s control.
Just then, several armed police officers arrived and took the man from Adam’s hold.