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Chapter 17: The Lone Wolf Howls at the Moon, One Man is an Army!
Dead silence.
The sound of the guard falling was exceptionally clear in the suddenly quiet cave.
Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.
The scorpion's pupils shrank to the size of dangerous needles in an instant.
The expressions on the faces of his three other guards also froze completely, from astonishment to confusion, and then to a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads in horror.
What happened?
How did he fall down?
"Sniper!"
The scorpion finally reacted, and a piercing scream shattered the eerie silence, its voice filled with uncontrollable panic.
His face, which had been sallow from years of drug use, was now completely bloodless, paler than a dead man.
His first reaction was not to seek cover or organize a counterattack.
Instead, he suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand with the gold watch, and viciously grabbed at Ye Cunxin, who was hanging beside him!
hostage!
This is his last and only talisman!
However, his hand had only reached halfway.
"Bang!"
The second shot rang out as expected.
It was still so dull, so precise, like the death knell tolling from hell.
"ah--!"
A howl a hundred times more miserable than before burst forth from the scorpion's throat!
The hand he reached for Ye Cunxin's wrist suddenly exploded into a shocking cloud of blood mist!
The excruciating pain of shattered bones, like the most vicious curse, instantly swept through every nerve in his body.
He clutched his bloodied and mangled wrist, writhing on the ground in agony, letting out pig-like screams.
"Shoot! Shoot! Kill him!"
The scorpion roared desperately in agony.
The remaining three core guards were finally awakened from that extreme fear.
They didn't know where the enemy was.
All they knew was that a ghost lurked in the darkness!
A Grim Reaper is calling out names one by one in a way they can't understand!
"Da da da da da!"
Extreme fear transformed into the most frenzied barrage of firepower.
The three guards raised their automatic rifles and opened fire indiscriminately into the deep darkness from which the gunfire originated.
Bullets struck the rock face, sending sparks flying and scattering debris.
The gunshots were deafening.
However, this was just a futile struggle.
The moment they pulled the trigger, Qi Tongwei was no longer there.
He was like a shadow that blended into the darkness, weightless and silent.
What appeared to drug dealers as a chaotic jumble of rocks and shadows transformed beneath his feet into a three-dimensional network he could traverse at will.
Every time he moved, he found himself in a blind spot of the enemy's firepower.
Each dodge was as if he had anticipated the trajectory of the bullet.
Bullets strong enough to tear through steel moved as slowly as snails before him.
He, however, merely moved his position indifferently in the darkness.
Then, he raised the gun again.
This time, the gunshots were no longer isolated.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Three highly rhythmic bursts of fire rang out almost simultaneously!
The sound didn't sound like a gunshot; it sounded more like a cold-blooded craftsman hammering something, again and again.
On the platform, the three guards who were still firing wildly suddenly shuddered at almost the same time.
Their movements came to an abrupt halt.
The screams were delayed, barely escaping from their throats.
"Ah! My leg!"
"My leg! My leg is broken!"
The three people, one after the other, all screamed and fell to their knees.
Their kneecaps were shattered precisely by three bullets from three different angles!
Blood quickly stained their trouser legs.
The excruciating pain rendered them incapable of resistance; they could only clutch their legs and howl on the ground like three wild dogs whose spines had been broken.
From the first shot fired until this moment of utter silence.
It all happened in no more than ten seconds.
Scorpion, and his four most prized core guards.
One person, one gun.
Clean and neat, all wasted.
Inside the cave, the ordinary drug dealers' henchmen were completely dumbfounded.
They stood there, guns in hand, staring blankly at everything happening on the platform, their minds completely blank.
Where is the enemy?
Where exactly is the enemy?
They couldn't see the person who fired the shot, or any other figure.
They only heard five gunshots.
Then, the invincible Scorpion Brother in their eyes, and those four ruthless bandits who survived the Golden Triangle battlefield, were just... completely useless?
An indescribable, bone-chilling fear spread like a plague among them.
The unknown is the most terrifying thing.
In their eyes, this was no longer a battle.
This is a ghost from hell, carrying out a one-sided massacre against them!
"A ghost...there's a ghost!"
A drug dealer whose psychological defenses had completely collapsed let out a scream that was not human.
He threw away his AK and, like a madman, covered his head and turned to run deeper into the cave.
However, he had only taken two steps.
"Bang!"
The sixth shot rang out.
A bullet struck the ground precisely at his feet, and the shards it kicked up hit his calf hard.
The drug dealer was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud and dared not move an inch.
This shot was like a silent command.
Clang!
"Clang!"
The sounds of weapons being thrown to the ground rose and fell.
The remaining dozens of drug dealers had no more thoughts of resistance.
They threw down their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, either kneeling on the ground trembling, or simply collapsed into a puddle of mud.
Fear completely crushed their will.
The entire cave fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only Scorpion and his few guards remained, groaning in suppressed pain.
It was at this moment that...
In the depths of darkness, which everyone feared like ghosts and gods, a tall figure slowly emerged, step by step.
His thin training uniform was stained with blood and dust.
In his hand, he held an automatic rifle that was still emitting blue smoke.
He walked slowly, each step feeling heavy and powerful, as if he were stepping on everyone's hearts.
He didn't look at the drug dealers kneeling on the ground around him.
His gaze, as cold as ice that never melts, fell directly on the scorpion lying on the ground, clutching his wrist and howling in pain.
The scorpion saw him too.
I saw this man, covered in blood, emerging from the darkness.
The moment his gaze met Qi Tongwei's emotionless eyes.
The scorpion's mournful cries abruptly ceased.
A fear a hundred times more intense than the pain of a broken wrist instantly gripped his heart!
He felt that what he was seeing was not a person.
He is a true god of slaughter who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
A warm, fishy smell instantly spread from his crotch.
He was so scared he wet himself.
Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from below.
"Quick! Quick! Charge up there!"
Wang Meng, also known as "Lynx," received a two-word signal from Qi Tongwei's communicator after the gunfire stopped.
"Finish."
He led all his assault team members, charging onto the platform through the flank passage like tigers descending a mountain.
They were prepared for a fierce gunfight to break out.
However, the moment they rushed onto the platform and saw what was in front of them.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, suddenly stopping in their tracks.
They witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
The young man they had previously questioned was now standing quietly in the center of the platform, alone with a gun.
At his feet lay Scorpion, the notorious drug lord, clutching his limbs and groaning in pain, along with his core security team.
Around him, dozens of fully armed drug dealers had all thrown away their weapons, covered their heads with their hands, and knelt on the ground like the most docile sheep, trembling.
The entire battlefield.
He single-handedly quelled the rebellion.
Wang Meng opened his mouth wide, feeling as if a large wad of cotton had been stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
The special forces elites behind him stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
This...this is fucking...
Is this something one person could do?
Qi Tongwei ignored them.
His gaze shifted from the scorpion to the girl hanging at the cave entrance, her face pale from blood loss.
Ye Cunxin.
She was looking at him too.
From the first gunshot to the silence that follows, she has witnessed the entire process.
She saw this man, as if a god had descended, destroy the group of demons that had plunged her into boundless despair in a way she could not comprehend, within just a dozen seconds.
The man, who seemed both godlike and demonic, slowly walked up to her under everyone's gaze.
He didn't say a word.
He simply pulled a sharp dagger from his tactical vest.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of cold light.
The rough rope binding her wrists snapped instantly.
After he finished doing all this, his eyes remained completely unmoved, as if he had just done something trivial.