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Chapter 228 Machine Gun Immortal
Before he could even utter the words "enemy attack," the soldier on duty had his neck severed by a bat dart and collapsed heavily into the snow.

It was only then that his companions noticed something was wrong.

But what awaited him was also a cold death.

Tommy emerged from the snowstorm, his black cloak fluttering in the cold wind.

Using his ability to fly, he floated in mid-air, easily avoiding the landmines laid on the ground, and successfully dealt with the sentries standing guard outside, leading Natasha to the gate of the Red House base.

Natasha tried to use her authority to open the door, but Tommy stopped her hand as she tried to remove her mask and shook his head at her.

"There's no need for that. Let me do it."

"you?"

Natasha could probably guess what Tommy was going to do.

But she didn't think that was a good idea.

Using explosives to break down the door would easily alert the enemy and attract a large number of soldiers to attack, causing unnecessary trouble for their rescue operation.

Yes, Tommy is a very capable fighter; he could easily take on a hundred opponents.

But killing also takes time.

What if Drekoff runs away at a crucial moment?
That old guy is very afraid of death. Once he senses something is wrong, he will never stay to die; he will leave immediately.

That guy is the real soul of the Red House.

In other words, Drekoff must die today.

Otherwise, even if they successfully destroyed the Red House, Drekoff alone, with his abilities and connections, could rebuild a new Red House.

Fearing Tommy might not understand the implications, Natasha explained it to him in detail.

After hearing this, Tommy gestured to Natasha not to worry.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me."

No matter how fast Drekoff runs, he can't outrun his bullets.

It doesn't matter if that guy flies away by plane.

Don't forget, Tommy can fly too.

No matter where Drekoff flees, he cannot escape his pursuit.

Hearing this, Natasha gradually felt relieved.

To be honest, she was just worried.

Drekoff brought her far too many nightmares.

So much so that even though she knew he was just a grumpy old man, she was still filled with fear of him.

It's like an elephant in a circus, chained to a post from a young age, unable to break free no matter how hard it struggles.

As time goes by, this impression deepens, and even though they can easily break free when they grow up, elephants still retain the habits of their childhood and dare not resist in the slightest.

Tommy had some understanding of Natasha's thoughts.

But he didn't think it was a problem.

He had already decided that as long as he captured Drekoff, Natasha would personally resolve her nightmare.

Natasha can now rest easy and no longer be troubled by nightmares.

Get started when it's time to get started.

With a deafening roar, the metal doors of the red house were blasted open.

It has to be said that Stark Industries' weapons are really good.

Tommy successfully breached the door using only a high-explosive bomb the size of his palm.

It is precisely because Stark Industries' weapons are so powerful that they are highly sought after on the black market.

It circulates in major organizations around the world.

Tommy can use it today without being traced back to him, and he doesn't have to worry about his identity being exposed. That's another advantage.

After the smoke cleared, Tommy and his companion entered the Red House base.

Because of the loud noise from the previous explosion, piercing alarms had already sounded inside the base.

A large number of armed guards followed.

"Go and rescue those girls; I'll take care of the enemies."

Natasha was a "local" who had lived in the red house for a long time and knew the terrain better, including where the girls were.

Therefore, Tommy entrusted the task of rescuing Natasha.

He himself took on the combat mission and faced the enemy head-on.

He also casually pulled a heavy machine gun from his silk pouch.

Like the high-explosive shells used to breach doors before, this heavy machine gun is also a product of Stark Industries.

Its superior performance and incredible power, using .50 BMG caliber ammunition, or 12.7 mm caliber, are sufficient to deal with infantry units and light armor.

With an effective range of over two thousand meters and an astonishing rate of fire, typically ranging from 1,500 to 1,800 rounds per minute.

For a heavy machine gun, such a rate of fire is terrifying.

Combined with Tommy's unerring marksmanship, a highly efficient killing machine was born!
But the soldiers in the Red House were completely unaware of this.

They knew nothing about Tommy's situation; they simply followed orders, shouting slogans of charge, and launched an attack on the enemy invading the base.

"Ula!"

Despite the enemy's fierce attack, Tommy's face remained expressionless beneath his mask.

He simply put one finger on the trigger of the heavy machine gun and fired continuously.

Da da da da da!
Gunfire continued incessantly; in the blink of an eye, Tommy had fired over a hundred bullets.

The soldiers who had surged forward like a tide fell like a tide on their path of charge.

Blood stained the entire ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

This horrific scene terrified the soldiers in the Red House.

This made them shrink back, afraid to go forward, and they just hid behind cover, trembling, occasionally firing a few sniper shots.

But dodging is useless.

Long ago, Tommy took a refresher course in an assassin organization called the Textile Factory, where he learned marksmanship that could make bullets curve from his enemies. He then surpassed his teachers, developing various techniques based on the original Textile Factory methods.

Today, he is no longer limited to ordinary pistols; he can perform similar operations on rifles, submachine guns, or even heavy machine guns.

Da da da da da!
Gunfire rang out again.

Those soldiers who had hidden themselves could not escape the bullets and all perished in the clutches of death.

At that moment, these soldiers completely lost the courage to continue fighting.

Even though they had all been brainwashed by the Red Room, they could not bear such a horrific massacre. They dropped their weapons and fled in panic.

The entire battle lasted less than ten minutes, yet the Red House suffered at least 150 casualties, losing almost half of its forces.

Upon receiving the news, Drekoff immediately flew into a rage.

He was furious and swept all the pen holders and documents off the table, cursing loudly with veins bulging on his forehead.

"Useless! All of them are useless! There were hundreds of people there, enough to drown a person with a single spit, and now they can't even take down one of them! They've disgraced the Red House! And what are the sentries outside doing? Why didn't they sound the alarm when they spotted the enemy? How could they let the enemy get here?"

Standing opposite him, the Iron Lady remained silent.

She had never seen General Derekov so angry.

To put it bluntly, Drekoff is now like a mad dog on the side of the road.

(End of this chapter)