Chapter 600: Dumdum bullets
Chapter 600: Dumdum bullets
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Killing one with every ten steps!
Showing no mercy for a thousand li, brushing one’s clothes once the matter concluded, a name that remained in hiding.
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Furious rumbling emerged as a motorbike raced through the muddy tracks. The bright headlight ripped apart the curtains of rain ahead. In this chilling weather, Sheyan was presently riding the motorbike at about 80 km/hr. Bear this in mind, this wasn’t an even road, but a dirt road ladened with broken rocks and plowed ground!
At present, the rain had soaked the ground thoroughly, as splashes of mud soared 7-8 metres into the air from the motorbike!
This was a place at least 40 kilometres from Fang Cheng Gang. He was nearing the region’s checkpoint frontier guard post. Today, Huashan Fei was going to collect a batch of goods from this region’s pier.
After learning of this news, the audacious and skillful Sheyan rode the motorbike as he sped towards this area! One had to admit, the current him possessed bodily capabilities that could crush all else!
A contestant’s sensory organs were manifold superior to the average person. From a far distance, he could hear a rumbling nearby and could feel faint vibrations along the ground. Killing the engine, he executed an elegant drift before flinging his motorbike in the middle of the road; perfectly blocking off the road, while he himself laid hidden by the nearby shrubs.
Soon after, a Jeep Wrangler labouriously plowed through the muddy dirt road towards here. The driver then noticed a motorbike blocking the middle of the road.
Probably because Huashan Fei had been running amuck here for far too long, he didn’t feel particularly startled. The jeep then halted as fouled mouth individuals started acting within.
At this moment, Sheyan directly barreled out, and executed a front roll along the mud. Like a leopard, he seized the driver and released a cutting knee upwards, before grabbing the driver and flinging him towards the windscreen ferociously.
Bang! The driver landed on the windscreen heavily, shattering it into a cobweb mess! The minute shattered glass shards sprayed all over the ground instantaneously.
Knowing something was amiss, the jeep passengers immediately cocked their guns and fired. As fiery streaks bolted out haphazardly, how would they land on Sheyan? And even if they did, so what?
After gaining the upper hand with his first strike, Sheyan proceeded to race ferociously towards the left door of the jeep. His military bayonet then abruptly punctured through the driver’s door, stabbing a thug that wanted to drive off till he was limp. Blood gushed out from that thug’s waist, soaking the seat red in a flash.
Immediately after, Sheyan pounded his fist against the car window.
Piank! Shattered glass fragments scattered haphazardly as he gripped that thug’s neck and pulled him towards himself.
Meanwhile, gunshots resounded once again, prompting Sheyan to execute a somersault and smoothly leap onto the car hood!
After his impactful stomp onto the hood, the hood naturally distorted downwards; triggering the internal safety airbags to recoil out, shaking the three passengers at the back into a flustered escape. Soon after, Sheyan’s bayonet jolted again and stabbed one of the unlucky back passengers dead; the passenger who was carrying a silver code-locked briefcase. Naturally, Sheyan wouldn’t spare then and hauled it with him!
Right now, he had already glimpsed Huashan Fei, who was scrambling in panic away from the right door. Sheyan revealed a sinister smile, as he dragged that briefcase and detoured around the car’s rear in pursuit of him.
Yet at this instant, Sheyan’s heart shuddered faintly. A chill overwhelmed him which evidently indicated his safety was under threat.
In spite of that, he remained fearless as he continued chasing. From afar within the darkness of night, three fiery tongues spat out. Indeed, those were the unique gunfire of semi-automatic rifles! The gunshots were actually able to obstruct Sheyan’s charging momentum.
Strangely even with Sheyan’s indomitable innate, though those gunshots remained incapable of breaking his defense, it resulted in unceasing persisting damages! Though they were a trifling 1 point of damage over time, they could be stacked and lasted for 20 seconds! Which meant that with every bullet Sheyan received, 20 HP would eventually be shaved off him!
Furthermore, those three hitmen were employing semi-automatic rifles with relatively astonishing shooting frequency!
These bullets were probably Dumdum bullets that were banned by the state. Though they couldn’t break through Sheyan’s defense, their resultant damage over time was truly frightening.
To ordinary people, manufacturing such vile bullets weren’t complicated at all. If a human was struck by a Dumdum bullet within a 100 metre proximity…...it was naturally a 100% death rate if one’s head was shot; 20% death rate if the limbs were shot; 70- 100% death rate around the chest area, and 70% death rate for the abdominal area. Therefore, such bullets were banned by the state!
It would be fine if there were only three hitmen, Sheyan wouldn’t have to expend much effort to take care of them. Yet while accelerating, he suddenly noticed beams of flashlight amidst the darkness nearby, alongside the yellings of Vietnamese.
A contestant’s eyesight already surpassed the ordinary human by many folds. Upon closer inspection, he noticed dozens of militants spewing a bunch of Vietnamese words. Although their rank epaulets and name tags had been removed, one could figure out they were active military personnel through their disciplined demeanor. Probably those Vietnamese hadn’t departed after delivering the goods and had rushed here to aid upon hearing gunshots.
Alone in the midst of unfamiliar territory, and facing dozens of trained militants who were fully armed to their teeth....against bullets that could deal 20 accumulative damage, and most importantly, he wasn’t bolstered by his equipment. Not a single ability, no ‘Horn-Rage’, no ‘Ambition’, no ‘Zergling Rush’...
Sheyan then weighed his circumstances and decided not to handle this impulsively. He retained a certain confidence in eliminating these people, but he had to admit, his foes did possess sufficient battle capability to kill him as well.
Anyway, he had already stolen Huashan Fei’s batch of goods tonight, and could already count as leaving a heavy stomp onto his rival; a stomp which would cause him to feel an ache for several months.
After settling his mentality, Sheyan darted towards the besiding muddy and moist forest. Bullets continued volleying out splashes of mud where Sheyan previously stood, as leaves scattered about messily. After sweeping a profound glance through those Vietnamese militants, he hastily rolled away and drilled deep into the wilderness.
The present Sheyan was no longer that poverty-stricken and unlucky sailor of the Fuyuan, but instead a newly evolved human. Even in the face of military-grade weaponry and active personnel, he could come whenever he wanted to, and leave whenever he desired. His coming and going was seamlessly natural!
At this moment, a forty-year-old Vietnamese militant suddenly hoisted up his rifle and opened fire! It was as if his aiming process had been foregone, where a fiery bullet streak volleyed out! Such natural shooting skills appeared as if he wasn’t the least bit inferior to Brother Black.
After releasing fire from afar, the rapidly sprinting antelope liked Sheyan suddenly crashed head first to the ground, tumbling as he faded into the dense shrubs. That Viet issued a sly smile. In his hands, was an m700 sniper, analogous to the Scout sniper of counter strike. Although that sniper wasn’t well liked in the game, it was nonetheless extremely potent in reality.
Under the command of that middle-aged Viet, his troops rushed speedily and vigorously towards that direction. They held utmost confidence in their superior’s sniping skill, yet the cruel reality was served in their faces….the place where that damned perpetrator had fallen, was now utterly empty. Two handprints had been pressed into the mud, which was evidently that perpetrator cushioned his fall while falling head first; before he tumbled and then successfully escaped!
Yet peculiarly, apart from a puddle of blood, there wasn’t a single trace of someone fleeing!
"Could that man be from the FBI? How impregnable is his bulletproof vest? But viewing his wrestling agility earlier, it contains a taste of muaythai." That Viet officer issued and frowned. "Could it be the Asia branch international criminal police organization... wait! That isn’t right as well!"
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A flame suddenly flickered amidst the serenity, wavering slightly before the flame turned stable.
Someone had used a lighter to light up a candle.
This candle was placed in a corner and easily combusted with a bright candlelight. Nevertheless, the shielding wall prevented the light from leaking outside.
The dusty white wall was extremely filthy, with cobwebs suspended around. The area was in disarray, with recklessly abandoned junk like worn out shoes and types of furniture.
This was a place that Sheyan had frequently visited during his old days of selling fishes. Its exterior was vandalized with sporadic circles that had the word ‘tear down’ within it, representing its uninhabited state. If he had decided to retire to any accommodation in Fang Cheng Gang, he would surely have been discovered by Huashan Fei.
Sheyan obviously didn’t fear them, but that Huashan Fei was already like a bird that would be startled by the twang of a bow. He only needed to ponder a little before realizing the terrifying strength that Sheyan had displayed previously.
Huashan Fei would probably be fuming over his valuable goods, but without the adequate confidence of eliminating him, Sheyan wouldn’t wish to inadvertently alert his enemy.
Right now, there was a large purplish-black swelling the size of a steamed bun, at Sheyan’s left shoulder. It was oozing with a repulsive yellow pungent pus and another deep rotting depression. Sheyan then pulled out a sharpened knife and burnt it over the candlelight flame.
Following that, with the fire sanitized, sharpened knife firmly in his grip, he carved it into the swollen purplish wound with his trembling hand.
The carved wound very bluntly ruptured open, where it essentially appeared like a swollen bursting steamed bun!