Courtyard House: A Veteran Returns Home and Becomes a Father

The fire net on the second floor was completely torn apart in the blink of an eye.

Su Mo's figure was like a black lightning bolt shooting against the current. His toes lightly touched the stair railing, and he silently crossed seven or eight steps like a roc spreading its wings, landing steadily on the second-floor corridor.

The Tang sword "Wufeng" in his hand drew a dark arc that swallowed the light under the flickering lamplight.

"puff!"

A member of the "purification" team who had just rushed out of the room to fill in felt a blur before his eyes and a chill in his throat. He instinctively reached out to touch it, but only felt a gush of warm liquid. His body swayed, his eyes quickly lost focus, and he fell straight backward.

He died without ever seeing where the knife came from.

"He's at the stairwell! Focus fire!"

From the depths of the corridor came a roar filled with shock and rage.

However, this roar became his last words.

Su Mo's figure was no longer where he had been. He glided along the shadows of the wall like a ghost, his speed exceeding the limits of human vision.

As soon as an enemy hiding behind the door peeked out with his gun, a large hand reached out from the shadows and swiftly grabbed his throat.

"Snap!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the man's head drooped down at an eerie angle.

Meanwhile, the Ghost team members who followed up had already engaged in the most brutal close-quarters combat with the enemies pouring out from various rooms.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

The sound of guns equipped with silencers mingled with the crisp gunshots of the enemy's unmodified Type 54 rifles, creating a symphony of death.

However, this was a massacre that was unequal from the very beginning.

The "Ghost" team members, wearing night-vision goggles, thrived in the chaotic lighting environment. Every movement and every peeking out of the enemy's head was crystal clear to them, making them like sitting ducks.

Those skilled members of the "purification" team became completely blind after losing a stable light source. They could only determine their location by the muzzle flash and sound of their guns, and each shot only added a few more bullet holes to the wall in vain, while completely exposing their own position.

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A Ghost team member leaned against the wall, calmly changing a magazine. Just as the door diagonally opposite him was kicked open and a burly man rushed out with a gun, he had already raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced precisely between the eyebrows.

On the other side, two enemies attempted to form a crossfire, pinning a Ghost team member down around a corner.

Instead of retreating, the team member advanced, suddenly leaping out from behind the wall. His body twisted at an incredible angle in mid-air, and the military dagger in his hand drew two deadly streaks.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two enemies clutched their slit throats and collapsed in terror.

Killing, efficient, cold, and full of violent aesthetics.

……

Third floor, prison cell.

Xia Wanqing leaned against the door, her chest heaving violently.

Her face was still stained with the enemy's blood and scalding hot egg drop soup. Her eyes, which were usually filled with gentleness and compassion, were now filled with a flame that was a mixture of anger, fear, and determination.

She clutched the pistol she had seized from the enemy tightly in her hand. The cold metallic touch gave her body, which was trembling slightly with excitement, a sense of support.

The gunshots coming from downstairs grew closer and more frequent.

She knew that Su Mo had arrived.

He was right below, fighting a bloody battle for her.

She can't just wait here.

She took a deep breath, and with all her might dragged the iron bed into the room, using it to block the door. Then, she went to the window, which was nailed shut with wooden planks, and slammed the butt of her gun into the cracks in the planks.

She wanted to make a commotion; she wanted to tell Su Mo that she was here!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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Sanatorium, underground monitoring room.

The scarred man was staring at the monitor screen with bloodshot eyes.

On the screen, more than a dozen green dots representing life signals were going out one after another at an alarming rate.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

He slammed his fist on the control panel and roared, "Thirty men! Thirty elites! Getting beaten like dogs by less than ten! Open fire! Use the heavy machine guns! Turn them all into sieves!"

However, all that came through the walkie-talkie were desperate screams and the crackling sound of electricity.

Just then, the red phone in front of him rang again.

It is Lin Wanyuan.

"How's the situation?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Boss...we...we can't hold on any longer! The enemy isn't human, they're devils! The military is already down the mountain! We're surrounded!" Scarface's voice was filled with fear and despair.

"Activate Plan C." Lin Wanyuan's voice was like a judgment from hell. "Blow that place up, destroy all evidence. Leave no one alive."

"Boss...that...that woman..."

"Let's all be blown up!"

The call was disconnected.

The scarred man stood frozen in place, the color draining from his face instantly.

Plan C...

He glanced at the red detonation button on the far right of the control panel, protected by a glass dome.

Next to the button is a digital clock that is counting down.

five minutes.

This was his final evacuation time.

Lin Wanyuan...you're so ruthless!

A flicker of madness and resentment flashed in Scarface's eyes. He knew that he, too, had become a discarded pawn.

He suddenly raised his head and roared hysterically at the building's public address system.

"Su Mo! Listen up! Your wife is on the third floor! But you'll never see her again! Boss Lin has ordered that in five minutes, everything here will be reduced to ashes! Hahahaha! Be buried with her! Be buried with her!"

Maniacal laughter echoed throughout the entire building via the loudspeaker.

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The second floor.

Su Mo had just severed the neck of the last enemy with a single stroke.

The frantic broadcast made him abruptly stop in his tracks.

His pupils instantly contracted to the most dangerous pinpoints!

bomb!

His worst fears came true!

"Erniu!" Su Mo issued the most urgent command into the throat microphone, "Take everyone and evacuate immediately! Quickly!"

"Boss! What about you?"

"Execute the command!"

Su Mo didn't waste any more words. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where Xia Wanqing might be imprisoned, and then suddenly pushed off with his legs.

"boom!"

A loud bang!

The floor beneath his feet was actually cracked by his footsteps!

He was like a cannonball launched from a gun, shooting straight upwards and crashing through the ceiling of the second floor. Amidst the rubble and dust, he landed on the third-floor corridor!

As soon as he landed, he heard rapid knocking coming from a room at the end of the corridor.

It was late Qing Dynasty!

"Wanqing!" Su Mo roared, his figure flashing like lightning as he rushed towards the room.

In the rooms on both sides of the corridor, the last few enemy guards rushed out upon hearing the commotion, attempting to stop them.

"court death!"

Su Mo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the "Swordless Blade" in his hand transformed into streaks of black lightning that reaped lives!

A flash of light, and severed limbs flew everywhere!

Blood stained the entire corridor!

When Su Mo rushed to the door that was blocked by the iron bed, there was no one left standing behind him.

"Wanqing! It's me!"

"Su Mo!"

From inside the door came Xia Wanqing's cries of surprise and joy.

Su Mo did not try to open the door. He took two steps back, took a deep breath, and poured all his strength into his right shoulder.

Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion!

The door, which was firmly blocked by the iron bed, along with its frame and the surrounding walls, was smashed into a pile of fragments by him!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, two figures finally transcended life and death, gazing at each other from afar.

Xia Wanqing was covered in blood, still clutching the gun that didn't belong to her, like a rose struggling in a raging fire.

Su Mo stood at the doorway, the corridor behind him littered with corpses and rivers of blood. He looked like a demon who had emerged from hell.

Their eyes met, and a thousand words were left unsaid, all turning into tears in each other's eyes.

"Su..."

Xia Wanqing was about to speak.

"Beep beep beep beep—!"

Suddenly, an extremely urgent, life-threatening countdown alarm sounded throughout the entire building!

The scarred man in the basement reset the final evacuation time to zero!

The explosion will occur in ten seconds!