Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 347, Section 39: The Attack (Part 3)

There was a brief silence.

Leovich, with a body like a bear, spoke word by word in his native language, the language of the fighting nation:
"You dare to touch my people right in front of me?"

Jin Ziyue frowned and, without saying a word, placed his right hand on the cap of the pen.

"Thorn-"

"what!"

Suddenly, the pen tip emitted a blazing light, which bloomed on the mercenary's neck.

It was a small laser dagger. As Jin Ziyue tightened the cap, the blade shot out and pierced the mercenary's artery and trachea. Blood splattered from the wound, and the red-hot flesh sizzled and smoked.

The battle resumed with the man's screams.

Jin Ziyue stomped his foot, and a short blade suddenly appeared from the tip of his shoe. He raised his leg and swept it towards the shin.

Leovich, with his sharp eyes, deftly stepped aside with his right leg, thus avoiding the opponent's sneak attack.

Jin Ziyue didn't stop moving. Although his wrist was restricted, his fingers were flexible and his four fingers flew. The pen dagger wrapped around his little finger and then around his ring finger, and the laser beams swayed out red arcs.

In an instant, the laser dagger, like a quantum leap, was already close to Jin Ziyue's index finger, his right hand gripping it tightly, without even a moment's notice of the laser.

Leovich tried to use his strength to grip the bones in his hand, but found that he couldn't exert any brute force.

A thought flashed through his mind—his opponent had forced him to take a step, and in the short time it took to take a step, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on generating power again.

Left with no other choice, Leovich frowned and let go. He wasn't sure if the opponent's laser had only this much range, and it would be a huge loss if he were to fall victim to a dirty trick.

Sure enough, Jin Ziyue had barely gripped the pen when his pinky finger pushed the cap to adjust the setting, and the laser dagger instantly advanced one centimeter. It was that one centimeter that could have been fatal for anyone who wasn't careful.

Leovich stepped back from the firing range and shouted, "Fire!"

Jin Ziyue's attack missed, and he was now standing in the middle of the courtyard. Even if he used the corpse to cover himself, he couldn't protect himself from all angles.

The series of high-frequency movements had already greatly depleted his physical strength, so his movements were slow rather than fast.

The other mercenaries, their eyes bloodshot, roared and poured machine gun bullets all over him.

The masked man stood still, showing no intention of moving. Inside his black glove, he vaguely held something the size of a seed.

"Search," Jin Ziyue called out in his heart.

Instantly, white frost spread across his hands, and white flames roared from his fluttering pockets.

The first wave of bullets has arrived!
Just as the bullets were about to hit him, their trajectories were altered by a strange, transparent force field, causing them to deviate from their directions and ricochet off in all directions.

The last bundle of banknotes in his pocket burned out.

The repulsive field created by the "spending all the money" slowed down the spread of the frost.

At this moment, the polar ice, like a large sea lily, had completely expanded and quickly enveloped Jin Ziyue. Its growth did not slow down, and with the crackling sound of freezing, frost-white meteorites appeared out of thin air in the courtyard!
For ordinary stray bullets, this ice layer is nearly 200mm thick, and it would take a lot of effort to penetrate it.

But it also has a fatal flaw—

He can't escape!

Leovich's forehead was contorted in a menacing manner.

"You think this little bit of ice can save your life? Blow it up!"

At this moment, someone carried a rocket launcher out of the black heavy truck. Upon seeing this, the others scattered. The yard was too small, so everyone scrambled over the wall to avoid it.

The RPG-18 64mm rocket launcher, an anti-tank weapon developed by the Russians, is loaded with armor-piercing rounds and was originally intended for use in the destruction of the site, but it was unexpectedly used to deal with this humanoid monster.

This relatively lightweight heavy weapon has low recoil but high destructive power. The mercenary removed the end cap, pulled out the inner tube, raised the sight, and roared out his furious rage: "Die!"

Chi-

The armor-piercing projectile bursts out of the high-speed propelled barrel!

This shot is guaranteed to hit!

Inside the ice pile, Jin Ziyue was completely frozen. During the rapid freezing process, it was not so easy to lose vital signs. His left hand held up his right hand downwards, and in the middle, two invisible energies were like an inverted hourglass, their life essence rapidly changing and converging through the narrow opening.

A massacre occurred, and the frozen world suddenly became bright.

"boom--"

A small mushroom cloud rose up, causing the entire board of the guesthouse to tremble and countless specks of dust to fall.

At the epicenter of the explosion, the shockwave spread outwards, a ring of orange-red flames overturned with the heat wave, the entire courtyard was swept by howling winds, the ground at the center of the explosion was deeply cratered, and countless ice shards that had not yet melted fell with a crackling sound, hissing and emitting white smoke of water and fire mingling.

Leovich's complexion improved slightly.

Just before the explosion, he saw the molten iron from the armor-piercing shell blast the ice stone apart.

An explosion of this magnitude would be unbearable even for the White Walkers, let alone for a human being of flesh and blood.

Today's first pot of bounty has finally been secured.

The black smoke slowly dissipated with the wind, caressing everyone's gas masks.

The mercenaries remained motionless, silently feeling the heat radiating from them. The hotter the heat, the more convinced they were of the reality before them.

They ended the "Mirror"!
Top-tier dark assassins, humans who give even the White Walkers a headache.

The guy with a bounty of 300 million Alliance Coins!
Fortunately, they got there first. Now, countless mercenaries and assassins are eyeing this man's head.

Leovich was about to step forward when suddenly, through the black smoke, he saw a pair of black boots kick off the ground and disappear in a flash.

Ok?
His expression changed drastically, and he instantly realized something was wrong.

"Be on guard!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

At this moment, something seemed to be moving within the black smoke, disrupting the airflow.

One of the mercenaries reacted quickly, drawing his tactical dagger and rushing forward to buy time for his comrades behind him.

"Bam—"

A figure emerged from the fire and smoke, and as it appeared, its dark dagger clashed with the mercenary's tactical knife, sparks flying as it took advantage of its dive.

The black figure pressed forward, the ink-black dagger advancing until it reached the end of the mercenary's dagger. With a flick, the mercenary was thrown out, hand and knife together.

The mercenary stared in astonishment at the empty space on his wrist. The next instant, he felt a heat on his neck, his vision was thrown to the sky, and then the back of his head slammed heavily onto the ground. His vision flickered and then went gray.

This pause allowed the other mercenaries to see the newcomer clearly.

The other person's clothes had been burned, but a strange black bodysuit was still attached to their body. Their slender body had clearly defined muscles, and blood was dripping from the tip of the dark dagger in their hand.

That white mask, stained with black and red, resembled the face of a demon from hell after being baptized by blood and gunpowder.

The man stood with a knife in his hand, roaring flames erupting continuously behind him. Half of his body was black and blended with the thick smoke, as if he were surrounded by karmic fire and sin.

The heatwave washed over the mercenaries' gas masks once again.

The thick black smoke blurred their vision, like the wind blown by death.

They never realized that flames could be so chillingly cold.

(End of this chapter)