Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 21 Fire!
Battle aura bursts forth!

Ode——!
A precise and powerful uppercut landed squarely on the mercenary's chin.

The lower half of the mask shattered completely, spraying out blood and broken teeth from the mercenary's mouth.

boom!
The mercenary was thrown half a meter off the ground, leaned back, and crashed heavily to the ground.

"FUCK!"

The other mercenary snapped out of his daze, instinctively cursing as he turned his M9 pistol around, aiming at Shiramu Cheng and about to pull the trigger.

But the next moment——

Swish!
Shiramu Cheng twisted his body, spun around, and kicked his mid-section backward. Before the mercenary could pull the trigger, the tip of his shoe struck the back of the mercenary's hand first.

Snapped!
The mercenary's M9 pistol was kicked away by Shiramu Cheng, landing several meters away on the ground.

"what?!"

The mercenaries were shocked.

Equally shocked was Kaji Takaomi, who was hiding on the left side of the entrance.

There weren't many places to hide on the rooftop. Shiraki Shigehiro hid behind the iron gate, Baku Madarame climbed onto the concrete roof, and Kaji Takaomi and Akagi Shigeru hid on the left and right sides of the hut, respectively.

At that moment, the M9 pistol was kicked away by Shiraki Shigeaki and landed right next to Kaji Takaomi!
He instinctively picked up the M9 pistol, feeling its unique weight and coldness, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Is it... the real thing?"

"They actually had guns, and they were going to use real guns against us... to kill us?!"

Kaji Takaomi has played many FPS games and had dreamed of having the opportunity to play with real guns, but he never thought that one day he would almost be shot dead!

"Ha...haha, after all, it's a game where you risk your life, so it's normal. Anyway, we've already taken the pistol, so the roles have reversed...right?"

Kaji laughed out of character, but no one would blame him for it; after all, it's only human nature.

Such things only happen on television, in movies, or abroad; no one can predict that they will become so deeply involved...

When reality far exceeds what the mind can bear, a person will inevitably lose themselves.

Then, one will feel lost about life and existence, and when the mental pressure reaches its limit, one will do even more reckless things—

Kaji Takaomi subconsciously raised his gun and, with an extremely clumsy posture, aimed at the mercenaries not far ahead.

"Hey...you! Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

But when Kaji Takaomi raised his head and his gaze met that of the mercenary, he was suddenly frightened by the ferocious eyes behind the mask.

"Crack!"

The mercenary suddenly roared.

Screaming, scratching, biting, and other seemingly low-class tactics are actually quite practical battlefield techniques, and are not uncommon in war-torn countries.

Ordinary people like Takaomi Kaji, living in a peaceful country, were so frightened by the roar that their hands and feet went limp, and their M9 pistol went off without firing and fell to the side.

The "weapon" I just got my hands on has vanished into thin air!
"Hmph, you're useless, you wouldn't have a chance even if I gave you one..."

The mercenary thought to himself, but his hands didn't stop moving. He reached for the submachine gun slung over his shoulder, which could fire in bursts and had a much faster rate of fire than the M9 pistol.

But in the blink of an eye, Bai Mucheng had already closed in on the mercenary's front.

At such close range, the mercenary had no opening—no time—to pull out his submachine gun, but fortunately, his equipment was quite complete.

The hand that had been touching the gun shifted its focus, gripping instead the military dagger at its chest.

The mercenary aimed at Shiramu Cheng's carotid artery and slashed horizontally with the tip of his dagger.

Swish!
However, the dagger suddenly froze in mid-air halfway through its horizontal swing.

The mercenary's eyes darted around, and he was shocked to discover that Bai Mucheng had pressed down on his upper arm and shoulder first.

In this way, the only part of his body he can move is his forearm, which has an extremely limited range, making it impossible for him to attack Shiraki Cheng!

Who...who exactly is this person?!

The mercenary was at his wit's end. He saw Bai Mucheng clench his fist, aiming at his face, about to smash it down with all his might.

At the critical moment, the mercenary suddenly shouted, "I surrender!"

shuh...

Bai Mucheng's fist stopped temporarily, but remained suspended in mid-air.

Fearing the other party wouldn't believe him, the mercenary threw away his dagger and even abandoned the submachine gun slung over his shoulder, leaving it at his feet.

"Look, I've thrown away all my weapons!"

The mercenary waved his hand repeatedly, indicating to Bai Mucheng, "My companion had his jaw shattered by your fist—it hurts too much, I don't want to end up like that."

"I only cooperated with that old man Q-Lang for money. There's no need to risk my life. Just let me go, and I'll tell you all the information about the traps inside the building!"

"..."

This certainly sounded like a good deal. Seeing the other three gradually approaching, the mercenary was overjoyed and, without waiting for Bai Mucheng's reply, began to speak on his own.

"This building has nine floors, and each floor has wire traps, as well as the stairwells on floors one through five. In addition, you have to watch out for nails on the ground..."

The mercenary kept talking, his eyes darting left and right, seemingly flustered and afraid, but actually observing his surroundings.

His companion—another mercenary—had his jaw broken by Shiramoto. He was probably not in mortal danger, but it would be difficult for him to recover anytime soon.

The key lies in "the other group"!
The other two mercenaries started from a fifth-floor window and used the pre-installed steel cables to climb up the building's exterior wall, aiming directly at the rooftop.

In other words, if the mercenaries delay for even a moment longer, the other two mercenaries will be able to climb up and launch a sneak attack from the outside of the rooftop, delivering a fatal blow to the four prey!
As expected—

After the mercenaries rambled on for a while, the other two mercenaries successfully climbed onto the rooftop, each holding a submachine gun, and aimed at the four people present—especially Shiramu Cheng.

The two men had already heard what was happening on the rooftop through the communication channel, so they were extra careful, providing crossfire cover while maintaining a safe distance from Bai Mucheng.

"it's over!"

The threatened mercenary took a half step back, picked up a submachine gun from the ground, pressed the muzzle against Bai Mucheng's forehead, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart:

"You're a formidable monster, but what are you so arrogant about? Do you think you're Muhammad Ali?!"

"..."

In just over ten seconds, the offensive and defensive positions shifted again.

Shiraki Takashi, Akagi Shigeru, Madarame Baku, and Kaji Takaomi were forced to remain motionless under the threat of the three mercenaries.

Seeing that his two companions were already armed and had double insurance, the third mercenary relaxed slightly and went to check on the wounded man whose jaw had been smashed.

The spotted tapir's eyes darted around, its expression feigning panic as it tentatively asked, "Wait a minute, let's talk, okay? After all, we gave you a chance just now, didn't we?"

"..."

The three mercenaries exchanged a glance, signaling to Baku to speak quickly.

The Baku quickly said, "Let's make a deal. You let us go, help us win the bet, and we'll give you all the winnings. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, the three mercenaries almost laughed.

They followed Q-Lang not for money, but simply to kill for fun and satisfy their desire to hunt humans.

The mercenary who had been stalling for time almost burst out laughing.

The so-called "getting paid to do things" was just a lie he casually made up, and these idiots actually believed it. They're incredibly stupid!
"..."

The three mercenaries wanted to tease their prey a little longer, but the fourth mercenary—the one whose jaw had been smashed—had recovered and stood up, trembling, furious from the excruciating pain.

How come everyone else is unharmed, but I'm seriously injured and need surgery? This is such a hassle!
"Kill...kill Tali!"

Kill you!

The mercenary, whose jaw was shattered, slurred his words, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and aimed it at Shiramu Cheng's head.

Upon seeing this, Shigeru Akagi frowned slightly, and an unusual light flashed in the eyes of Baku.

Both of them were working at high speed, thinking of ways to break the deadlock, and they actually came up with several solutions, but first they needed to deal with the mercenary whose jaw had been broken.

A person who is so angry that they lose their mind will no longer enjoy the gamble, and therefore will reveal fewer flaws.

As for "how to deal with that mercenary," Akagi Shigeru and Madarame Baku were not worried, after all, they had already witnessed Shiraki Sho's abilities.

It might be troublesome, but there's definitely a way to deal with it!

To the surprise of both Akagi Shigeru and Madarame Baku, Shiraki Shigeki put on a bitter face and pleaded with the mercenary in front of him.

"Don't fire so soon..."

"...Huh?" The mercenary was puzzled, covering his bleeding chin with one hand, his eyes bloodshot, and anger fermenting in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed at Bai Mucheng's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Bang—Sizzle!

A gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart by a bullet.

Kaji Takaomi was so frightened that he was completely at a loss, while Akagi Shigeru and Madarame Baku both stared intently at the same time, and couldn't help but feel surprised.

Bai Mucheng was unharmed and even landed an uppercut, shattering the mercenary's jaw even more.

The mercenary's right hand, which was holding the gun, was now riddled with bullet holes, his entire palm a mangled mess.

The barrel exploded? No, that's not right!

Another bullet, from an unknown source, struck the mercenary's right hand!

Who fired the shot?

Everyone was stunned, and the rooftop was deathly silent.

Beside him, Bai Mucheng fiddled with the wireless earpiece in his ear, and a woman's voice could be faintly heard from the other end, probably talking to Bai Mucheng on the phone.

{Hey, Shiraki-chan, the billing starts from this bullet~!}
Don't worry, it won't be expensive. I'll give you a special discount for friends and family members of the "Wu Clan"...
(End of this chapter)