svetikya Chapter 108 Uproar at the Manor, Kill!
Chapter 108 Uproar at the Manor, Kill!
Chapter 108 Uproar at the Manor, Kill!
Fuck you!
Before the viper could finish speaking, Song Zhaowen delivered a powerful punch.
Song Zhaowen used four-tenths of his strength in this punch, but it still had the power of a thousand pounds. It hit the Viper squarely on the left cheek. Before the Viper could even scream, he was hit head-on like by a great force. He flew out diagonally, hit the wall, hung there for two seconds, and then slid down and passed out.
"Brother Zhaowen—oh dear, what are you doing—" Ah Bao called out, but a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes. That bastard Poisonous Snake, relying on Cai Ba's trust, had tripped him up countless times over the years.
But the next second, his pleasure turned into terror.
The alarms inside the manor blared shrilly. Rapid footsteps came from all directions, and a squad of dark-skinned, fierce-looking private armed soldiers, armed with AK-47s, rushed out from the side wing of the main building and behind the garden cover. The dark muzzles of their guns were instantly pointed at Song Zhaowen and A Bao below the steps.
"Don't move!" the leading officer roared in broken Chinese, his finger on the trigger. The other soldiers quickly spread out, forming a semi-circle, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.
Ah Bao was sweating profusely with anxiety. He raised his hands and shouted at the soldiers, "We're all on the same side! It's a misunderstanding! This is the distinguished guest I brought back. It was Poisonous Snake who had a foul mouth—"
His words were interrupted by Song Zhaowen.
"Is this how you treat your guests? A mere watchdog dares to block the way?" He slowly turned his head, looking at the soldiers who were on high alert, a cruel smile curving his lips: "Ah Leopard, it seems your boss doesn't take you very seriously. Even the people you bring back have to be soaked in the water dungeon to test their mettle?"
"No, Brother Zhaowen, listen to me—" Abao still wanted to explain.
"Fuck you, Leopard Qiang! I protected you all the way back, I came here to make money, not to be humiliated! Die! Die! Die!"
As soon as Song Zhaowen finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he appeared beside the nearest soldier like a ghost. The soldier only felt a blur before his eyes, and a sharp pain shot through his wrist. The AK-47 in his hand was already in the other man's grasp.
"Da da da~"
Song Zhaowen seized the gun, turned it around, and pulled the trigger—his movements were so fluid and fast that they were almost invisible. A burst of bullets sprayed out, and several Burmese men five paces away were instantly blown to the head.
"Damn, he grabbed my gun!"
"Fire! Fire!"
"Damn it, he's insane! He really dares to kill!" Ah Bao was terrified, scrambling to hide behind a jeep, trembling and clutching his head. He hadn't expected Song Zhaowen to have such a violent temper, let alone such terrifying skills. Surrounded by more than a dozen guns, he dared to fight back, and his first move was deadly!
The manor is in complete chaos.
More guards poured out from all directions, gunfire, shouts, and alarms mingling together. Song Zhaowen, however, was like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, using the flower beds, vehicles, and pillars in front of the main building as cover, his AK-47 firing with terrifying precision.
A soldier charged in from the side, but he grabbed the barrel of his gun, twisted it, and slammed the butt into the soldier's temple; the sound of skull shattering was clearly audible. Another soldier, who had been hiding behind the vehicle, had just peeked out when he was shot in the head, and blood and white matter splattered all over the car window.
The stench of blood filled the air. Seven or eight corpses lay scattered on the ground, and many more wounded people were groaning in pain.
"Rocket launcher, bring the rocket launcher!" an officer roared from afar.
"Machine gun! Suppress him!"
Heavy firepower began to appear. A PKM general-purpose machine gun mounted on the second-floor balcony of the main building spat out a long tongue of fire, and bullets rained down like a storm, shattering the stone flower bed where Song Zhaowen was hiding, sending stones flying and filling the air with smoke and dust.
Song Zhaowen's eyes burned with even more madness. He glanced at the oil tanker not far away, and the machine gun emplacement that was constantly spitting fire.
"Want to play big? I'll play with you!"
He suddenly burst out from behind the cover and ran wildly in an extremely irregular zigzag pattern, bullets tearing through the ground behind and beside him.
He rushed to the tanker truck, ripped off the spare fuel can hanging on the truck, smashed it open with the butt of his gun, and splashed the pungent gasoline onto the truck and the surrounding ground.
"Stop him! He's going to burn the car!"
Several soldiers tried to rush forward, but were repelled by Song Zhaowen's precise pinpoint fire. He lit a Zippo lighter, tossed it behind him without even looking.
It wasn't that he was being redundant; blowing up an oil tanker with bullets is a movie special effect, something that absolutely cannot be done in reality.
"Boom!"
Orange-red flames suddenly erupted, instantly engulfing the rear of the tanker truck and spreading outwards along with the flowing gasoline. The high temperature and thick smoke immediately impaired the machine gunner's vision and firing.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Song Zhaowen climbed up the drainage pipe on the side of the main building like a raccoon dog, using his hands and feet to leap onto the second-floor balcony in a few bounds.
The machine gunner was coughing from the thick smoke and hadn't even reacted when a cold, hard gun barrel was already pressed against the back of his head.
"Bang!"
The machine gunner, shot in the head, collapsed. The PKM, a Soviet-made heavy machine gun, weighed over 30 kilograms and had extremely strong recoil, and was generally used in fixed positions.
Song Zhaowen, on the other hand, picked up the PKM directly, and with his other hand pulled the ammunition belt. The nearly 30 kilograms of weight felt as light as nothing in his hands.
As the guards who had just rushed up the side stairs peeked out, they were met with a raging tongue of fire.
"Knock knock knock knock~"
The PKM's dull, furious roar drowned out all other sounds. The 7.62mm full-power round lashed across the corridor like a steel whip.
The wall was instantly riddled with holes, and brick fragments mixed with human tissue flew everywhere. The two men at the front were shot in two on the spot, and those behind them were not spared either. Even after the bullets penetrated their bodies, they still carried residual force, carving large craters into the wall behind them.
His ultra-wide-angle vision and motion capture capabilities give him a thorough understanding of his surroundings, and no subtle movement can escape his notice.
His strength, five times that of an ordinary person, made the recoil of the gun seem like a joke to him, and he controlled the point of impact as if it had been measured with a ruler.
"Monster—he's a monster!"
"Retreat! Retreat! The firepower is too intense!"
The surviving guards were terrified and scrambled back down the stairs, never daring to show their faces again.
But the manor's armed forces were not limited to these. In the distance came the heavy sound of tracks crushing the ground. An old Soviet-made T-55 tank crashed through a section of the wall, and its short, stubby turret slowly turned, its dark muzzle pointing towards the main building.
Meanwhile, more soldiers poured out from the depths of the manor and began to establish a defensive line on the perimeter, while rocket launcher operators found new firing positions.
Song Zhaowen discarded the empty PKM belt; although it had fierce firepower, it was too large a target and would easily become an easy target in open areas. He picked up the AK-74U short assault rifle and several magazines next to the body of the guard on the ground, and in a flash, disappeared into the shadows on the inner side of the balcony.
The main building was now a scene of utter chaos. Song Zhaowen moved through the corridors and rooms like a ghost, his dim vision allowing him to move with ease even in the poor light. His pheromone perception enabled him to keenly detect the presence and location of living people—fear, anger, and...
The adrenaline surge mixed with flavor.