CHAPTER FIVE
It was no use. I was too sleepy to get up and knock the gun out of ZZZ’s hands or try to wrestle it from his hands. Nor could I dodge it; even if I could move my body, I would probably be too sluggish to avoid a bullet at close range.
Yet I was still conscious, conscious enough to use my eye beams. I didn’t know why ZZZ had yet to pull the trigger, but maybe he was waiting for his powers to make me go to sleep so he could finish me off without having to worry about anything going wrong. In my droopy state, I recalled that Rubberman had said that ZZZ preferred to kill his targets when they were asleep, which meant I had only seconds before sleep claimed me and I was left completely defenseless.
But it was so hard to focus on gathering up even a little bit of energy for even
