What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Around the fire, the remaining Vulture Gang members burst into laughter, interspersed with lewd whistles.

They raised their bottles, celebrating in advance the impending atrocities.

A few hundred meters away, on the roof of an abandoned residential building.

Jack lay on the cold concrete floor.

Although he hadn't touched a gun in a long time, his fighting instincts hadn't diminished at all.

His right eye was pressed against the scope of the Remington M700.

Wind speed: 0.3 meters per second, northerly.

The distance is 782 meters.

These data are generated automatically in his mind, as naturally as breathing.

His index finger rested lightly on the trigger.

This was the time Li Ang chose.

"Let's do it."

Li Ang spoke into the headset, and the words were transmitted to Jack's ears through the headset.

"puff"

Two gang members who came to check the commotion at the door were puffing on cigarettes as they approached.

A tiny flower of blood bloomed between his brows.

His expression froze, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

His companions were still in shock, not yet realizing what had happened.

"Hey Jimmy, what the hell are you doing...?"

He didn't finish his sentence.

"puff."

Another muffled sound.

The second .308 bullet pierced his throat with pinpoint accuracy.

Blood gushed from his mouth and neck.

He clutched his neck, making a series of "hoarse" sounds, knelt down, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Two seconds later, the two sentries who came to check the area were dealt with.

Without pausing, Jack slightly raised his gun and quickly locked onto another hidden sentry at the top of the crane.

The guy who was leisurely smoking seemed to sense something; he threw away his cigarette butt and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"puff."

The third shot.

The bullet entered through his eye socket and exited through the back of his head.

He fell from the tower crane, which was tens of meters high, and crashed to the ground.

The sentry with binoculars at the second-floor window.

Perhaps it was the sound of his companion falling from the crane that startled him; he was frantically scanning his surroundings with binoculars.

As he turned his binoculars toward the residential buildings, bullets began to fall.

"puff."

The fourth shot.

Jack's face was expressionless.

For him, this was just a warm-up.

"The perimeter is clean," he whispered into his earpiece.

"receive."

Li Ang's voice came through.

Meanwhile, inside the cannery.

Li Ang had already walked to the group of dilapidated cars.

He hugged the wall, skirting the mountains of discarded cans and rusty machines.

The firelight cast shadowy figures that seemed to move about.

In Li Ang's [Kill Line] vision, each person by the campfire had bright red, blood-like characters floating above their heads.

[Execution threshold: Low (Heavy sins, death is imminent)]

A lone gang member is urinating behind a huge fermentation tank.

He whistled and shook his body.

Li Ang appeared silently behind him.

A hand covered his mouth.

With his other hand, he held a dagger he had taken from the body of the sentry at the door, and made a light slash.

The man didn't even have a chance to struggle.

Li Ang released his grip and moved on to his next target.

"Fuck! I robbed this from an old man today!"

"You've almost finished your drink, it's my turn now!"

The two started pushing each other.

One of them stumbled from the push, turned around, and was about to yell back.

He saw a dark figure flash past behind his companion.

His companion's expression froze instantly, and a thin red line appeared on his neck.

"you......"

He had just uttered one word.

Li Ang had already arrived in front of him.

He didn't even see Li Ang's movements clearly.

A third person, a fourth person...

Li Ang's movements were as fast as a ghost.

He walked among rusty machines and piles of clutter.

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, has anyone seen Marco? He said he was going to take a shower, but it's been almost several minutes!"

"And what about Andy and Joe? Where have they gone?"

A drunken man stood up and staggered toward the fermentation tank.

"Marco! Did you fucking fall in there?"

He turned past the fermentation tank.

Then, he saw it.

I saw Marco lying in a pool of blood.

The drunkenness on his face vanished instantly.

He was about to open his mouth, as if to call for help.

A dagger flew out of the shadows and precisely pierced his forehead.

His body knocked over a row of empty cans, making a series of clanging sounds.

What was that sound?

"Damn! It's over there!"

Butch, the leader of the Vulture Gang, suddenly stood up.

He pulled a Colt pistol from his waist.

"Let's go take a look!"

Two henchmen, carrying shotguns, cautiously made their way towards the fermentation tanks.

They saw corpses all over the ground.

"Fuck! Enemies!"

Someone screamed in terror.

The entire cannery erupted in chaos.

The thugs were in complete disarray; some grabbed the weapons leaning against the wall, while others ran around in panic.

Butch reacted the fastest, grabbing a shotgun next to him, pulling the bolt, and aiming it at Li Ang.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!" he roared.

Several thugs who had realized what was happening raised their pistols and machetes and rushed towards Li Ang.

Li Ang did not retreat.

He faced the oncoming crowd and instead of retreating, he advanced.

His figure moved as fast as a ghost.

The thug at the front had just raised his machete.

Li Ang had already moved close to him.

......

Screams rose and fell.

Twist the neck, crush the throat, pierce the heart.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

One of the thugs threw down his weapon and ran frantically toward the door.

He thought that as long as he ran out of that gate, he could survive.

As he rushed out the door, Jack saw him clearly through the scope.

"puff."

A soft sound.

"One at the door," Jack said into his headset.

"Received," Li Ang replied calmly.

Inside the cannery, fewer than ten people remained standing.

They stood back to back, forming a circle, watching in horror the black figure slowly pacing around them.

Their faces were filled with despair.

They wanted to resist, but the man before them, who was like a demon, made them lose all courage.

In the corner, the girl who had been dragged in by the fat man huddled in the shadows, covering her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid to make a sound.

Butch's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He gripped the shotgun tightly, the muzzle rotating with Li Ang's movements.

But he dared not fire.

Because he discovered that he simply couldn't lock onto that figure.

Every time he aimed, the enemy would disappear from his sight just before he pulled the trigger.

"Who...who are you?" Butch asked, his legs shaking uncontrollably. "We have no grudge against each other, why did you do this?"

"You don't need to know who I am."

"From today onwards, Block 15 has a new owner."

After Li Ang finished speaking, he took action.

A new round of slaughter has begun.

Butch screamed in terror and pulled the trigger haphazardly.

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