Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 348. An Unexpected Incident (Part 040)

"withdraw."

Leovich uttered the syllable with difficulty.

We've hit a brick wall.

The guy with the 300 million bounty can never be judged by ordinary standards.

"Back row! Cover fire!"

He shouted loudly.

Fortunately, the others had already climbed over the wall and moved away when the rocket launcher was fired, and were now only a few steps away from their military truck.

Leovich's strong momentum allowed the Life Word [Instantaneous Guidance] to barely activate, enabling him to use high-speed movement to retreat from the center area.

This is a statement that places great emphasis on power and influence; when power and influence are no longer present, it is difficult to perform at one's ideal level.

Almost simultaneously, a barrage of firepower poured down, an attack that was impossible to dodge. However, "Mirror's" previous extraordinary performance had made him realize that this level of firepower was insufficient to kill the monster.

He inexplicably thought of the large, fluttering bats of Siberia. Although they could fly, bite, and suck blood, they were also afraid of eating bullets. If they were coated with a layer of silver, bullets could easily blow their heads off.

Compared to the man in front of her, the group of giant bats seemed much more approachable.

Leovich was thinking for no reason that he and the men covering the rear were retreating together. The fire support from his comrades in the distance was very dense. From the angle of the two sides facing each other, one could see rows of fiery red bullets, hitting the walls of the guesthouse, instantly leaving them riddled with holes. Even the beams of the eaves were broken, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Unkillable! The bullets went right through it!"

Suddenly, a mercenary shouted.

Leovich couldn't help but glance back.

His pupils dilated slightly.

The man's body was riddled with bullet holes. Even as he tried his best to dodge during the dive, many bullets still hit him. A piece of his shoulder was shattered, and black lumps between his ribs were stuck together like mud.

immortal!

Leovich felt a chill run down his spine: "Break his legs! Restrain him!"

It was too late. The moment the mercenary lowered his gun while providing cover, Jin Ziyue was already close. The laser pen once again sprang out a dagger, and like a venomous snake, it burrowed its fangs into the neck.

Once you've touched it, you're gone; you don't linger.

The remaining mercenaries, lifeless and with vacant eyes, slowly collapsed to the ground.

This is a slaughter like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The team size has been drastically reduced from the original nineteen people.

ten.

Many mercenaries had already scrambled onto the black heavy truck in a panic. Leovich, disregarding how many men he had left, grabbed the metal tarpaulin, jumped onto the back of the truck, and decisively shouted, "Drive!"

The surviving mercenary, in the back of the truck, watched as his unfortunate companion, whose neck had been severed, looked at them in despair and slowly knelt down.

Then, he fell to the ground.

seven.

The medium-sized tactical truck started its engine and roared.

Leovich pulled the pin on the grenade, set the timer, and threw it at the masked man who was in hot pursuit.

"boom--"

The fiery red light shone on everyone's faces; the explosion was so close, just like the distance between themselves and the Grim Reaper.

This time, he finally slowed down and had to dodge the grenade.

Separated from the masked man by sparks from the explosion and billowing black smoke, the car, with its engine running, slowly pulled away. Leovich breathed a sigh of relief and glanced down at his eyes.

Apart from the two people in the driver's seat, there were only four people left looking at him.

The shadow of failure and death loomed over them, and none of the subordinates had the desire to speak.

Leovich encouraged them to cheer up, saying, "As long as there is life, there is hope."

"boom--"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sound of shattering glass could be heard from the back of the car nearby.

"Damn it, it's the driver's cab!" Leovich's expression changed drastically. The medium tactical truck was modified from the Nr.6 MTVR, and the rear compartment could not lead to the driver's cab. With the command of [Instantaneous Guidance] lit up, he had already climbed onto the top of the rear compartment.

"squeak--"

The sudden braking caused the car to swerve and crash into a house on the side of the road.

The tires slipped, making a sharp screeching sound on the asphalt road.

"Commander! Lemon has been sniped, and now the vehicle is out of control!"

Through the earpiece, another subordinate in the driver's cab shouted in alarm.

"Get the steering in place immediately!" Leovich shouted.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

狙？
Are there other people on the other side?
Just then, a grappling hook suddenly slammed into the iron mast of the rear box.

Leovich suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Whoosh—" came the sound of the bowstring being pulled back, and then the man crouched down on top of the rear box.

The moment Jin Ziyue looked up, Leovich's boots were already stomping towards his face.

He rolled to the side, but with very limited space to move on the out-of-control medium tactical vehicle, he didn't completely dodge the kick and fell off.

Unexpectedly, Jin Ziyue reacted quickly, grabbing the top of the trunk with four fingers, barely preventing it from falling.

Enraged, Leovich raised his foot to crush the bones in his hand.

Suddenly, a mercenary's shout came through the radio headset:

"It's too late! We're going to crash!"

The next instant, the tactical truck's cab collided with the wall of a building, the cab quickly flattened, countless mechanical parts were squeezed and deformed, and the wall, unable to bear the weight, collapsed under the impact.

Upon impact, the immense inertia caused Leovich to lose his balance instantly. Before he could regain his footing, the car was embedded in the wall.

As he continued to penetrate deeper, the wall shattered, and a torrent of building materials crashed down on his head.

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed, and accompanied by the resident's screams, the chandelier overhead shattered, and the surrounding furniture, counters, dining tables, sofas, coffee tables, etc. were all scattered by the tactical truck, leaving a long trench in the ground.

Jin Ziyue had already let go and was falling, using the impact to slow down, and he tumbled twice before losing momentum.

The roof of the vehicle was shaking violently. Leovich shook the dust off his helmet and jumped off the metal roof of the rear compartment.

He stared at Jin Ziyue's figure through the large hole in the wall. Knowing he had nowhere to turn, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he gradually revealed the nature of a desperate man.

He opened his camouflage uniform, revealing not a bulletproof vest, but rings of C4 plastic explosives underneath.

"If we're going to die, we'll die together!"

He winked at Jin Ziyue, then pounded his chest, making a loud "thump thump thump thump" sound, and shouted harsh words that Jin Ziyue couldn't understand.

next moment.

"boom--"

A cloud of blood suddenly exploded from his head, and his bulletproof helmet flew off with a clang, landing covered in blood foam.

Leovich's body crashed into the container, shattering cups and plates with a clattering sound. Glass shards buried his headless body, leaving only the faint outline of a military gray C4 plastic bomb.

Inside the back compartment, four mercenaries staggered, huddled together against the sideboard, intently staring at the only door.

At the slightest disturbance, the four men, like startled rabbits, grabbed their rifles and opened fire.

Suddenly, someone muttered something.

Before the other three could react, they heard a hissing sound from the metal box behind them, and a laser dagger slashed across their necks and the backs of their heads like a shark's fin.

Fresh blood seeped from the gleaming, hot iron sheet, hissing and smoking.

Jin Ziyue arrived at the cab of the tactical truck and, through the window, saw that the driver was already dead, and the person in the passenger seat was like meat in a hamburger, stuck in the deformed seat.

He was dazed and confused, struggling to speak: "Let...me go..."

Jin Ziyue's eyes flickered; it was Chinese.

(End of this chapter)