While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

At this moment, on the rooftop of the villa.

Lin Feng wasn't surprised at all as he watched the assassins fleeing desperately into the woods.

During this time, he had already eliminated all the assassins hiding in the shadows around the villa who were responsible for keeping watch.

Killing these people first is tantamount to taking out the ears and eyes of these assassin squads. Without these people responsible for surveillance and real-time information transmission, the remaining assassins are just a bunch of headless flies.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Feng turned his gun around and aimed at the assassins running into the woods. As for the three-man assassin team rushing towards the villa instead of retreating, Lin Feng just sneered and ignored them.

call out!

The sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out again.

The assassins fleeing into the woods ahead had a burst of blood on the back of their heads and fell to the ground.

Many of these people were looking to make quick money and had never experienced anything like this before. In particular, the muffled groans coming from their temporary communication headsets amplified their fear.

"Call the police! Call the police now! This guy is illegally possessing a gun..."

Some people were so frightened that their legs went weak.

Before he could finish speaking, the team leader slapped him to the ground, his voice trembling as he cursed, "What the hell did you call the police for? We're assassins, if you catch us you'll be shot! You think you can survive running into the woods...?"

puff!

The team leader was cursing and yelling when suddenly his voice stopped abruptly. He let out a muffled groan, and then it was as if he had been struck hard from behind with a heavy hammer. His head exploded, and a warm, viscous liquid splattered all over the assassin's face.

Under the immense force and inertia of the impact, the team leader, who was half-headless, staggered forward a few steps in a bizarre posture before collapsing to the ground, twitching a few times, and then becoming still.

The assassin next to him saw this scene and his mind went blank for a moment. Then, an extreme fear overwhelmed him, and he collapsed to the ground, his limbs going limp. He stared blankly at the faint light coming from the roof of the villa.

With another sharp whooshing sound, a faint bullet hole magnified in his eyes in the blink of an eye, and then everything went black, and the whole world fell silent.

On the rooftop, Lin Feng glanced at the gun barrel. Due to the continuous high-intensity firing and the addition of a silencer, the barrel heated up much faster than it would have without a silencer.

The barrel was already slightly red-hot at this point. Under normal circumstances, maintaining a firing rate of less than two rounds per minute would not be a problem.

However, Lin Feng's current firing speed is accurate to the second, so the barrel heats up very quickly.

In a very short time, the first magazine was emptied.

Lin Feng skillfully changed to the second full magazine and continued firing without pausing.

With each shot fired, an assassin would fall onto the lawn.

Normally, after thirty rounds, the bullet impact point will start to drift due to the rapid heating of the barrel and suppressor. In addition, the temperature around the barrel will drop, causing heat waves and air sloshing, which will affect the aiming accuracy of the scope.

Therefore, Lin Feng also adjusted his strategy, no longer pursuing headshots. Under these circumstances, even with his extensive battlefield and shooting experience, it would be difficult to achieve perfect accuracy.

Lin Feng opted for a less ideal approach, starting to target the back of the head to ensure both accuracy and kill rate.

At this moment, the three men with broken swords, who were running at full speed towards the villa, were only six or seven hundred meters away from it.

"Something's not right! Something's not right! This guy is definitely more than just a retired soldier!"

As Duan Dao ran, he muttered to himself, a strong sense of unease rising within him.

Having personally experienced the baptism of war, he knew very well how difficult it was to maintain accuracy under such high-intensity continuous firing conditions at night.

Moreover, the guns used by the other side have an optimal effective range of less than 800 meters. While they can still be lethal at ranges exceeding 1,200 meters, they are essentially inaccurate.

But now?

That guy has already fired over thirty bullets. At this distance, almost every sharp whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air means someone falls down!

This only shows that the other side's individual military skills, their familiarity with firearms, and their adaptability to the surrounding environment have reached an extremely terrifying level.

Such a person would be considered an extremely elite individual even among the most renowned military groups in the world.

On the rooftop, in less than half a minute, Lin Feng had emptied the second magazine.

Looking at the remaining people, I roughly estimate there are about fifty left.

After estimating the distance of these people, they were about 500 to 600 meters away from the forest. Without martial arts skills, it would take an elite infantryman at least two minutes to run the remaining distance at full speed. Moreover, the individual combat skills of these so-called assassins were not actually that strong, and it was impossible for them to maintain full speed running indefinitely. Their physical limits were what they were, unless they were martial arts practitioners.

But it's clear that few of these assassins are martial artists.

So after emptying two magazines, Lin Feng paused briefly and slowly loaded the empty magazine.

This gives the barrel and suppressor time to cool down.

About forty seconds later, the three magazines were loaded. Lin Feng glanced at the barrel again. It hadn't reached the point where it was completely cooled down, but he didn't have that much time.

This semi-automatic sniper rifle can fire up to around 80 rounds at its mechanical limit. With three magazines and 60 rounds of ammunition, it's more than enough to deal with the remaining 40 or 50 people.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not pause at all and immediately switched to full speed mode, firing as many bullets as possible before these people ran out of the actual distance he could control.

call out……

Bullets tore through the night sky, accompanied by shrill screams.

With every whooshing sound, someone falls.

One minute later, all three magazines were empty, the barrel was completely red-hot and slightly deformed, and the suppressor was even bursting into flames.

Lin Feng glanced into the distance and saw that three or five assassins had managed to escape into the woods. There was nothing he could do; the distance was too far, far exceeding the limit of his ability to maintain accuracy.

In addition, the gun barrel overheated and deformed, severely affecting the scope's field of vision. No matter how outstanding Lin Feng's individual combat skills were, he couldn't change these objective conditions.

Lin Feng blew out the flame on the barrel and tossed the semi-automatic sniper rifle aside. In this state, the gun was basically ruined.

I'll just have Qin Xiao report it later.

As for the few who escaped, Lin Feng didn't bother to chase after them. With so many people dead here today, the remaining three or five probably wouldn't dare to come back.

The most important thing right now is the squad of three assassins who have already reached the outside of the villa.

Lin Feng saw it clearly just now: when the three of them got close to the villa, they split up and went to find Meng Qingyao.

Lin Feng glanced at it, preparing to turn around and go downstairs to find Meng Qingyao, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly stopped, let out a soft exclamation, turned back to look at the corner of the rooftop behind him, lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs.

A dozen seconds later, a figure appeared.

"Climbing so slowly? If you don't come up soon, I'm about to hand you a rope!"

Lin Feng looked at the broken knife that was climbing up with a half-smile.

"You...you found me a long time ago?"

The man with the broken sword was stunned, then looked on in surprise.

He thought he had been extremely discreet as he climbed, but the other party's reaction clearly showed that they had already discovered him and were waiting there.

"There are only the three of you around here, so stop dawdling."

As he spoke, Lin Feng flipped his hand, and the military knife flashed in his hand in a swift, afterimage-like motion, gleaming with a cold light. Then, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, he walked towards the broken knife.

At this point, he no longer needed to hold back. He killed the man with one strike, and then quickly dealt with the two people downstairs who were still climbing over the wall, so as not to frighten Meng Qingyao.

"Who...who are you? Have we met before?"

In the darkness, seeing the blurry outline of Lin Feng's approaching figure, Duan Dao suddenly felt a tightness in the back of his head, and subconsciously took two steps back, looking at Lin Feng with suspicion and uncertainty.

A fleeting look of bewilderment and confusion crossed his eyes as he gazed at Lin Feng. What was going on? Why did this figure before him feel so strangely familiar? It was as if he had seen him somewhere before…