"Bang bang bang..."

The dense gunfire echoed around Li Mu's ears.

In addition to gunfire behind the house, intense gunfire could also be heard in front of the house.

Li Mu quickly concealed himself and retreated, appearing behind the three armed men in a few flashes.

After three gunshots, he claimed three more lives.

Not satisfied with the pistol in his hand, he picked up three rifles from the ground and put the pistol and two of the rifles into the ring.

Unlike the standard rifles used by Chinese soldiers, these militants were using AK rifles.

Li Mu pulled back the bolt and opened fire on five or six people nearby.

Although both pistols and rifles are used to kill, it has to be said that using a rifle is more satisfying.

The thrill of continuous firing, the sensation of spent cartridges constantly ejecting from the barrel, was peculiar and incredibly exciting for him.

After a burst of gunfire, mixed with screams, five or six people fell to the ground.

Li Mu dodged away again, followed by a barrage of bullets that struck the spot where he had just stood, kicking up dry branches and dust.

He threw away the AK in his hand, took out another rifle from his ring, and circled around to the back of the militant.

The remaining five or six people were distributed in two directions, several tens of meters apart.

Li Mu used stealth to fire two bursts of bullets in two separate bursts, emptying both rifles.

The militants behind the house had been completely eliminated, and he picked up four or five more rifles from the ground.

In his consciousness, the firefight in front of the house had resulted in casualties on both sides.

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When Li Mu came from behind the house to the front, four members of the Gray Wolf Squad were already injured.

The three wounded soldiers held their positions, while Gray Wolf No. 10 was wounded in the carotid artery by a stray bullet.

Teammate number eight was helping to bandage the wound, and the gushing blood quickly seeped through the tourniquet; it looked like he was about to die.

As luck would have it, Li Mu had just refined the Blood Clotting Pill and the Injury Recovery Pill, which came in handy.

He stuffed two pills directly into the mouth of the injured Number Ten.

He then covered the wound with his right hand and channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into Number Ten's neck and body.

With the combined effects of the elixir and spiritual energy, Gray Wolf No. 10's wounds were quickly healed.

"He should be fine now. Let him rest for a while. I'll go deal with those people."

Li Mu pressed the pressure point on Gray Wolf Number Ten to induce sleep, and then spoke to Gray Wolf Number Eight.

Gray Wolf No. 8 watched as Li Mu gave his teammate two pills and then told him that everything was fine, which he didn't quite understand.

While still in a daze, Li Mu had already gotten up and went out to greet the armed men, which startled him so much that he cried out in alarm.

"Hey! Danger! Come back quickly..."

Gray Wolf No. 8 fired a burst of blind shots at the opposite side to cover Li Mu as he charged out.

However, Li Mu, who had just been in sight, suddenly disappeared.

"Grey Wolf Number Eight, what's going on? Where is he? Over!"

"I don't know either. It was just here a moment ago, and then it disappeared in the blink of an eye. That's all!"

"Everything's in position. Attention at three o'clock, watch out for friendly fire. The rest of you, focus fire and provide blind cover. Over!"

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Li Mu had already circled behind the militants and started firing, turning the four men at the three o'clock position into a pincushion.

After firing, he quickly went into stealth mode and returned to the sniper's spot, picking up the sniper rifle.

The sniper rifle felt heavy in his hand. Li Mu tried to lift it, released his spiritual sense, and aimed at an armed man lying prone.

"Bang!"

The sniper rifle has a strong recoil and a loud noise; with one shot, the militant was blown to the head.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more shots blew the heads off two people at the one o'clock position. The enemy reacted and sent people out from all directions to shoot at him.

Li Mu quickly moved to a safe position behind him and put the sniper rifle into his ring.

While sniper rifles are powerful and fun to use, firing in short bursts makes killing too slow.

Faced with this group of vicious, armed drug traffickers, he felt he couldn't continue like this.

After taking out a handful of iron nails, he quickly moved and fired them in various directions.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."

A single nail can save a life; they didn't even spare the injured.

In just over ten seconds, all the militants were killed.

After killing these people, Li Mu disappeared back to the front of the house.

Just like when he left, his return was also abrupt. After putting away the magical artifacts in the house, he said...

"I'm leaving now. The matter over there has been resolved. You can go and take a look."

Listening to Li Mu's words and watching his actions, the soldiers, who were still in their fighting postures, were all speechless.

After returning the pistol to Gray Wolf No. 12, Li Mu turned and left.

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He disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the soldiers couldn't even call him back in time.

With combat missions to carry out and unable to pursue Li Mu, he could only watch helplessly as Li Mu left.

They were the advance team for this anti-drug operation, responsible for reconnaissance. This place was about ten kilometers away from the drug trafficking gang's hideout.

After locating the militants' stronghold, they retreated to Dead Man's Mountain, waiting to rendezvous with the main force and annihilate them in one fell swoop.

To their surprise, their actions were discovered by surveillance cameras hidden in the mountains, and they were ambushed and captured.

If it weren't for Li Mu, they would most likely have been captured or killed in battle.

A few minutes later, it was confirmed that all the militants had been killed.

The group of armed men who surrounded and attacked them numbered forty-four, and no more than five of them were killed by the squad.

In other words, Li Mu killed nearly forty people by himself in a short period of time.

He was a god of slaughter, but even more so, a god of war.

Fortunately, Li Mu was on their side; otherwise, their dozen or so men wouldn't have been enough to kill him.

After tallying the number of dead and seizing the spoils of war, they also discovered some strange circumstances.

He could easily understand the deaths of those shot, but the deaths of those with a small blood hole between their eyebrows were something he couldn't comprehend.

Only when Gray Wolf No. 12 said that Li Mu was a cultivator did they reluctantly accept the fact that Li Mu was a master.

As the Gray Wolf squad retreated, they reported the situation to their superiors.

During the communications, they repeatedly emphasized to their superiors that they had encountered the God of War and that the God of War had saved them.

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Li Mu was unaware that he had already been hailed as a war god by the Gray Wolf Squad.

There were a few wounded soldiers who he could have helped treat, or given them some pills.

However, he was afraid of trouble; if he stayed to help treat the injuries, he would definitely be asked all sorts of questions.

If he asks too many questions, will he answer or not?

If we talk too much, it will lead to many more complications.

Fortunately, the wounded soldiers were not seriously injured; they were all grazed by stray bullets, and only one of them had a bullet pierce his shoulder blade.

The one who was most seriously injured has already been healed. After his neck injury heals, he may not even have a scar left.

I wonder if this person will blame him for making trouble when he gets back, since a first-class merit award was just gone like that.

It is said that scars are a man's medals, and gunshot wounds are a soldier's honor.

Let those non-fatal injuries be their honor.

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Li Mu is now ten kilometers away from his previous location. He usually encounters opportunities in the mountains.

He had mistakenly wandered into the Mountain of the Dead. Since he was already there, he decided to take a stroll around the mountain.

He believed that in this primeval forest, he could always find some spiritual energy or medicinal herbs.