Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 346, Section 038: The Attack (Part Two)

The heavy truck, its body covered in black tarpaulin, was parked on the street.

Thick smoke billowed from inside the house, and the faint sound of a man's shouts could be heard.

The sound of the explosion had already attracted the attention of the neighbors, who hurriedly drew their curtains and shut off the sound source, making it as quiet as if no one lived there.

Occasionally, someone fearless would peek out through a crack in the window and see a round hole by the window and shards of glass splattered with blood. After a dizzying moment, they would belatedly realize that they were lying on their backs. Then, a sudden pain would shoot through their brain, and they would end their lives in a daze.

The lookouts surrounded the heavy truck, armed with various guns and wearing black gas masks, their strong arms signaling to their comrades.

The vanguard was ready to charge. As soon as the leader waved his hand, they would immediately clear a path with smoke grenades and sweep the entire house with lightning speed, leaving no survivors.

It's worth mentioning that this rental house is not Lao Yan's rice noodle roll shop, but rather a guesthouse they moved to after their meetings became more frequent.

The interior design features a corner between the entrance hallway and the main hall, which limits the area that can be swept during the first wave of fire due to the spatial layout. If no one is hit, the destructive power is less than that of a flashbang.

Leovich, the leader of the team, was wearing a gas mask and leaning against the wall, waiting for the next move.

hunting.

This is how he defined today's actions.

With someone to take the blame, I can openly show my face in front of the scum in District 16. I'm dealing with the infamous assassin 'Mirror' from the underworld, and I can also take on a job with a rich girl on the side. It's a win-win situation.

The flashbang's effect was short-lived; after counting to ten seconds, Leovich turned to signal his subordinates behind him.

There were more than ten armed men inside the compound. One of them nodded, stepped forward, and carried a device that resembled a rifle grenade launcher. An M2 grenade adapter was fixed on it, which loaded missile-shaped M34WP smoke grenades.

These sinister smoke bombs have an extremely wide blast radius. Once the white phosphorus touches a body, the flesh will have to be cut off. Otherwise, the white phosphorus will burn along the skin and flesh to the bone, definitely allowing the person inside to experience hell ahead of time.

If you blast it in, the small house, which is only a few dozen square meters, will be burned to the ground in an instant by the fire caused by the white phosphorus.

A squad of submachine gunners was also stationed at both windows; anyone who dared to climb out would be riddled with bullets.

Leovich thought to himself.

"emission."

His voice sounded deep and powerful beneath the gas mask.

"call out--"

A white wave surged back, and the smoke grenade rushed into the house in the blink of an eye.

Before long, hissing sounds will fill the inner room. Then, the murky white fog will quickly consume the oxygen, and when the people inside are choking and suffering from respiratory distress, that will be the moment for you to rush in and end the legend.

Modern weaponry has granted humanity the greatest degree of fairness. Even a monster with three heads and six arms will have its head ripped off in the face of overwhelming firepower, let alone a frail human.

Suddenly, something seemed to move in the corner of the entrance hall. Ice crystals extended out with a crackling sound and grew rapidly like branches, growing precisely on the trajectory of the smoke grenade like a screen.

Leovich's eyes widened in horror, and he couldn't help but blurt out a Russian swear word: "блядь! (Fuck!)"

Immediately, he flipped over and jumped away!

"boom--"

The building shook.

The smoke grenade exploded prematurely in the entryway when it encountered an obstacle!

The large-scale splashing and combustion of white phosphorus produced toxic gases that spread through the narrow entrance hallway, directly impacting the armed corps!

The team members were highly skilled in combat, quickly retreating to find cover to prevent a sudden counterattack from the enemy.

But then I realized that I was being paranoid.

The smoke bombs in the entryway were still burning; anyone who dared to cross the white phosphorus flames would be engulfed in flames before even reaching them.

"Be careful, the enemy seems to have the ability to control ice," they communicated over the radio. "Be careful, switch to laser pistols."

Soon, they slung assault rifles over their shoulders and equipped their pistols with infrared auto-aims, ready to launch a surprise attack.

Just as the armed mercenary group turned around and refocused their gaze on the inner room, a cloud of white smoke swept in from the opposite direction.

Leovich saw it clearly and shouted, "Fire—!!"

But halfway through his voice, the billowing white smoke dissipated as it moved at high speed, revealing the newcomer's true form: a man engulfed in white flames flashed past like a falcon.

The nearest mercenary had already raised his pistol, but the other side closed in.

The newcomer grabbed the gun with his left hand and used the momentum of the attack to push it towards the mercenary's face, causing the entire gas mask to sink into the mercenary's face.

Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the pain of your nasal bone being blasted and broken.

Subsequently, the entire group was swept up by the belated impact.

The mercenary flew halfway backward, but then paused.

As he flew backward, his gun-wielding hand instinctively reached out, only to be caught by the man's right hand, which transformed into an eagle's claw. The man pulled and twisted the gun at his wrist, causing it to immediately turn around.

one second.

The man spun around, his back close to the mercenary's chest, his ankles planted firmly, and twisted and spun, turning the mercenary's body 180 degrees with him. During this time, his right hand gained the upper hand, and gunshots rang out "bang bang bang bang".

The bulletproof vests didn't reach the heads, and four bursts of blood quickly erupted within the mercenary group.

two seconds.

The others, realizing what was happening, had already opened fire. A dense barrage of fire rained down.

But the next moment, the other party pulled out the unlucky mercenary from behind again, turned sideways and ducked behind the human shield, watching as countless bloody ripples burst from the mercenary's back.

three seconds.

That practiced killing technique and the fleeting glimpse of that eerie mask became a nightmare for all mercenaries. The smile at the corner of his mouth, like a bewitching omen, exuded a chilling aura.

When people realize that they are unleashing their firepower on their teammates, they will subconsciously stop.

At that very moment, the figure moved again!
He flashed an arc of light like a bat in the night, and the mercenaries hurriedly followed the trajectory of his movement.

Just then, he got close to another mercenary.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The other player screamed, his shooting movements were hysterical, but due to excessive panic, the trajectory of the bullet was severely deformed, accidentally hitting his teammate on the other side.

The mask loomed large before the mercenary's eyes. He's here! He's here!
A terrified scream came from inside the gas mask. He raised his gun; at this close range, the other person certainly couldn't dodge!
Just as the bullets were about to hit the man, they inexplicably twisted, their trajectories severely deformed, as if they had collided with some kind of spindle-shaped force field, and were all sliced ​​apart.

The white flames on the man's body became more and more obvious, emerging from the inside of his pockets.

The next moment, a pen popped out of the man's sleeve. Unfazed by the overheated gun barrel, he grabbed it with his left hand and pressed it down, while his other hand held the pen upside down. He swung his arm and plunged it into the mercenary's carotid artery.

The man possessed incredible strength. The mercenary gripped the life-saving gun tightly with both hands, but the gun was pressed down, nearly ruining his hands. He turned his head, his eyes filled with despair.

Suddenly, the pen tip hovered at his neck.

A strong, powerful arm grabbed the man's wrist.

Leovich appeared in front of Jin Ziyue as if he had teleported.

Through gas masks and pale masks, their eyes briefly met.

Leovich's eyes blazed with fury, his menacing gaze predatory.

Jin Ziyue's eyes were as cold as ice, with a hint of scarlet blooming within them.

(End of this chapter)