Li Baolong stood at the bar entrance, his gaze fixed on a cool-looking motorcycle. He nimbly straddled the seat, skillfully started the engine, and with a roar, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow.
He sped through the city streets and highways, racing towards the mysterious factory twenty miles away. The factory covered dozens of acres, resembling a small town. Within the factory grounds stood more than a dozen buildings of varying sizes, arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern.
When Li Baolong arrived at the factory, the first thing he saw was a sentry post next to the factory gate. Two serious-looking guards sat in the post, each carrying a gleaming rifle, vigilantly watching the surroundings.
Li Baolong calmly surveyed his surroundings before making a swift decision. With a flash, he leaped lightly over the courtyard wall like a ghost, then silently slipped into the yard.
However, shortly after he landed, a burst of barking suddenly came from dozens of meters away. It turned out that two ferocious wolfhounds, one large and one small, had discovered his presence and began barking incessantly. Li Baolong frowned slightly, silently chanted an incantation, and instantly unleashed his powerful mind control ability.
In an instant, the largest wolfhound seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, immediately ceasing its barking. It turned to look at its smaller companion beside it, its eyes flashing with ferocity, and let out a low growl. Then, the large wolfhound bared its fangs and pounced on the smaller wolfhound without hesitation, biting its neck tightly.
The sounds of the two wolfhounds fighting fiercely quickly attracted the attention of many militiamen, who rushed over to watch. Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Baolong did not hesitate at all, reached into his waistband, pulled out several hand grenades, and threw them forward with force.
"Boom boom boom!" Several deafening explosions rang out, flames shot into the sky, and smoke filled the air. Dozens of militiamen were caught off guard and were blown to the ground, screaming in agony.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Bao didn't even look back, and strode straight towards the largest building in the factory area...
Li Baolong entered the building and scanned the surrounding rooms with his spiritual sense. He found many people living there, many asleep, and some already dressed, preparing to go out and see what was happening. Li Baolong ran straight to the third floor, figuring the officers would live upstairs and the underlings on the first floor. He found nothing on the third floor except for one room. Li Baolong pushed open the door, pulled out a pistol, pointed it at the man's head, and demanded, "Where does Yang Dayong live? I'm giving you one chance. If you don't answer or answer incorrectly, you're dead." The man stammered, "I'm just a staff officer. Regiment Commander Li Baolong and Yang Dayong, along with several women, live in several villas on the east side. This is a special forces camp, housing about two hundred men. There's also an infantry battalion, also about two hundred men, living in a large warehouse across the street. There's also an armored company, about one hundred men, living with Yang Dayong." After hearing this, Li Baolong knocked the staff officer unconscious with a single blow.
Li Baolong nimbly leaped onto the third-floor rooftop, standing high above and looking down at the large group of panicked soldiers below. They were like a swarm of headless flies, running around aimlessly without any sense of direction or order.
Seeing this, Li Baolong's lips curled into a slight, disdainful smile. Without hesitation, he reached into his spatial storage and, in the blink of an eye, retrieved a heavy box. Opening it, he found approximately fifty powerful hand grenades neatly arranged inside!
Li Baolong took a deep breath, secretly gathering all his strength, and with a sudden yank of his right hand, the safety pins of two grenades were pulled out instantly. Then, with a flick of his arm, he forcefully threw the two smoking grenades dozens of meters away towards the most densely populated area of the crowd.
Two deafening explosions rang out, followed by piercing screams that echoed through the air. Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed out. Li Baolong's technique was extremely precise; every grenade hit its mark, landing accurately in the enemy ranks and causing immense damage.
Within minutes, he had thrown all fifty grenades. The once noisy and bustling area around the building was now deathly silent; within a radius of one hundred meters, there was no one standing. Only the wreckage, blood, and the painful groans of the wounded mingled together.
Cries, shouts, and sporadic gunfire rose and fell, plunging the entire camp into complete chaos. Li Baolong, having accomplished all this, showed no sign of lingering. He turned and swiftly ran downstairs, dashing like lightning towards the small villa two miles away. He knew that Yang Dayong had likely received the news and was rushing to provide support.
Sure enough, Li Baolong sprinted like an arrow, and before he had run even a mile, he spotted a sizable convoy of off-road vehicles slowly making its way ahead. The convoy consisted of about twenty or thirty off-road vehicles and looked quite imposing.
Without a word, Li Baolong swiftly pulled a formidable American machine gun from behind him. The machine gun was heavy and gleamed with a chilling metallic sheen. He skillfully attached a box of ammunition belts to it; a rough count revealed over two hundred rounds inside!
When the distance between Li Baolong and the convoy closed to only fifty meters, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. In an instant, a barrage of gunfire erupted, as dense and fierce as a sudden storm. Spikes of fire shot from the muzzles, sweeping straight towards the off-road vehicles ahead.
In just a few moments, the leading SUVs were riddled with holes, thick smoke billowing from their bodies, as if they were about to burst into flames at any moment. Without a doubt, the people inside had virtually no chance of survival under such fierce firepower.
However, Li Baolong did not stop there. He nimbly reached into his pocket again and pulled out ten US-issue hand grenades. He forcefully pulled the safety pins off two of the grenades, and then threw them with all his might towards several off-road vehicles fifty meters away.
Two muffled explosions rang out, flames shooting into the sky, the surrounding air seeming to tremble. Then, Li Baolong repeated the tactic, throwing two grenades each time, several times in succession. In an instant, the entire convoy was a chaotic mess, a scene of utter devastation. Most of the vehicles were completely wrecked, billowing white smoke.
Although the explosion caused chaos and panic among many, some cunning individuals managed to hide under the car, hoping to escape unscathed. Unfortunately for them, their petty tricks were no match for Li Baolong's keen eyes. Li Baolong was a master of Taoist magic; even in the pitch-black night, he could see everything around him clearly, as if it were broad daylight.
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