The Hunter's Path: Starting as a constable, ascend to the Old Ones.

Chapter 137 A Great Victory (Part 1)

"Sizzle—Sick monkey, the hostage has been intercepted! Boss, order all forces to assemble and storm the cafeteria. We must get the hostage back!"

Lu Ming was crouching at the stairwell when the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder suddenly crackled to life, and a gruff male voice mixed with static entered his ears.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately imitated the monkey's hoarse voice in a high-pitched voice, replying, "Received! Does the boss have any other plans?" He had only heard the monkey say one sentence, but now he imitated it so perfectly that even the person most familiar with the sick monkey would not be able to detect the problem in a short time.

"Deploy my ass! It's just some clueless cop who snuck up here, just take him out and be done with it!" The other man's tone was full of rage, clearly unsuspecting. "Hurry up, the boss's already cursing!"

"Understood." Lu Ming hung up the walkie-talkie, a cold smile playing on his lips. It seemed the terrorists didn't take him, a policeman who had "ventured deep into enemy territory" seriously at all, and only saw it as a desperate counterattack.

But he knew in his heart that Ross and his gang of desperados must have realized that the operation had failed and that their purpose in launching the terrorist attack had been ruined. Now, taking back the hostages was not for any "mission" at all. They clearly wanted to use the hostages as a shield, both as bargaining chips to cover their retreat, and they might even resort to desperate measures, such as slaughtering the hostages to vent their anger and retaliate against the police.

"Hound, the enemy is gathering forces to launch a strong attack on the cafeteria. If you delay any longer, you'll be collecting their corpses!" Lu Ming immediately switched channels and sent a message to Chen Jiaju.

"Hounds, the enemy has assembled their forces and is preparing to storm the cafeteria. You guys hurry up, don't hesitate, or you'll be collecting their corpses!"

Lu Ming confirmed the terrorists' action plan and immediately relayed it to Chen Jiaju.

"Five minutes, right on time!"

Chen Jiaju's voice was crisp and clear, carrying a convincing confidence.

At this point, the terrorists' attention was completely diverted by the Flying Tigers' assault at the school gate and Lu Ming's hostage rescue operation, leaving the area behind the mountain completely uncharted territory.

The assault team sped along the air raid shelter without encountering any obstacles, their journey was strangely unimpeded.

"Tap tap tap!"

Suddenly, a series of heavy, urgent footsteps came from below the stairs, striking the heart like a drumbeat.

Lu Ming was on edge, activating his Eagle Vision. In the stairwell, a dozen terrorists dressed in all sorts of different clothes were rushing up with guns in hand.

He glanced sideways at the other stairwell where Zhou Wenjian and Zhou Xingxing were stationed, and saw that the two of them had also loaded their guns and were ready for battle. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was slightly relieved.

"Fuck! Charge at that cop and tear him to pieces!"

"The boss said to leave some hostages as shields, and strap the rest with explosives. Let's see if the police dare to make any rash moves then!"

"Hehe, I want to pick a delicate, fair-skinned girl—"

Vulgarities drifted up the stairs. Lu Ming's eyes turned cold. He raised his MP5 submachine gun, aiming the muzzle steadily at the top of the stairs. In his eagle-eye view, every terrorist's movement was as clear as slow motion.

"Bang!"

A gunshot ripped through the air, and the terrorist who had just peeked out instantly had a burst of blood erupt between his eyebrows, falling straight to the ground. Brain matter and blood splattered onto the faces of those behind him, who recoiled in terror, letting out a chorus of screams: "Fuck! There's an ambush up there!"

"Grenades! Throw grenades now!"

Before he finished speaking, a black grenade, emitting blue smoke, flew up from the bottom of the stairs.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted sharply, his eagle-eye vision locked onto the grenade, and his finger gripped the trigger.

Skill-

Aimbot!

A burst of bullets was fired precisely, all hitting the grenade.

The grenade, which had been rising rapidly, suddenly stopped and, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted straight back down the stairs.

"Fuck! What kind of marksmanship is that?!"

"Get out of the way!"

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of curses erupted from the stairwell, followed by a deafening "boom"!

Flames shot into the sky with a blast of air, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the area below the stairs was instantly a scene of devastation, with screams echoing throughout.

Almost simultaneously, an explosion was heard from Stephen Chow's location, followed by his furious outburst: "These bastards actually used grenades! Can't they take a joke?!"

"Zhou Wenjian, why be so polite with them? Just throw them two melon eggs back!"

Lu Ming frowned, took out a smoke grenade, pulled out the safety, and threw it downstairs.

The smoke grenade rolled around in the stairwell, quickly emitting thick white smoke that completely enveloped the entire stairwell entrance.

The terrorists below instantly lost sight of each other and dared not rush upwards again.

call-

Bloodhound!

Lu Ming pressed one hand on the ground, and a halo flashed. A brown hunting dog, looking like it had drunk too much soy, appeared out of thin air, its tongue lolling out and its eyes revealing a kind of intelligence. It was clearly not an ordinary dog.

He quickly shoved a grenade into the hound's mouth and patted its head: "Go down and give them a big present."

The Bloodhound wagged its tail, grabbed a grenade, leaped up, and darted down the stairwell.

The terrorists at the bottom of the stairs were cursing and waiting for the smoke to clear when they suddenly saw a dark figure rush out of the smoke. When they realized it was a dog carrying a grenade, they were terrified: "Fuck you! What the hell is that?!"

They tried to hide, but it was too late.

With another deafening roar, blood and flesh flew everywhere, followed by a chorus of screams.

The Bloodhound also vanished in the explosion, turning into specks of light.

However, the next moment—

call-

Bloodhound!

Lu Ming pressed his hand to the ground again, summoning the Bloodhound that had just vanished back into existence, and stuffed another grenade into its mouth: "Stand at the stairwell, blow it up if it dares to come up!"

Waaah!

The Bloodhound nuzzled affectionately against Lu Ming's trouser leg.

Bloodhounds are essentially magical creations similar to the Shadow Legion. They are not only highly intelligent but also insensitive to pain, and can be summoned back even when scattered.

They were born to be "suicide infantrymen".

After explaining everything, Lu Ming quickly walked to the stairwell where Zhou Xingxing and his men were guarding.

At this moment, the two were pinned down and unable to lift their heads. Gunfire erupted from the bottom of the stairs like a dense rain, and bullets hit the walls, sending up shards of stone.

Zhou Xingxing had just finished changing the magazine when he looked up and saw Lu Ming. He was immediately startled: "Lu sir! Your side has been lost?"

Zhou Wenjian's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the gun.

The stairwells on both sides are key to the defense; once one side is breached, they will be caught in a desperate situation with enemies on both sides.

"Don't worry, I've given them a good beating, they won't be able to break through for a while."

Lu Ming used his eagle-eye vision to lock onto the terrorists rushing up from downstairs, and immediately extended the muzzle of his submachine gun.

Skill 1: Auto-aim!

The bullets shot out like meteors, each one hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy.

Screams echoed from the bottom of the stairs, and the previously intense gunfire quickly subsided.

Zhou Xingxing stared in disbelief as Lu Ming silenced the terrorists with a single burst of bullets. After a long while, he gave Lu a thumbs up: "Lu sir! No wonder you were able to single-handedly take down the ruthless gangsters at the Grand Hotel and even dare to storm the school to rescue people. Your marksmanship is simply divine!"

"I acknowledge you as the top detective in the Major Crimes Unit; I'm convinced!"

"Stop joking, they could charge in again at any moment."

Lu Ming patted him on the shoulder to ease their tension before turning back to his post.

In the eagle's view, the terrorists, who had been blown to pieces, were regrouping, seemingly preparing for a desperate gamble.

"Da da da!"

Just then, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly rang out from down the stairs, but it wasn't aimed at them; rather, it sounded like a firefight.

Immediately afterward, Chen Jiaju's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Hound calling Falcon, we're in position and are flanking from behind. What's the situation for you?"

"Everything is fine, we're waiting for you to join us."

Lu Ming glanced at the time; exactly five minutes had passed, and he couldn't help but smile.

This guy is really accurate to the second.

The gunshots from down the stairs grew closer, mingled with the screams and curses of the terrorists.

Lu Ming picked up his submachine gun, a sharp glint in his eyes, and shot down any terrorists who tried to rush upstairs.

He and Chen Jiaju led the assault team to attack the group of terrorists downstairs from both sides, and quickly wiped them out.