Zheng Ya drove his jeep to a point 150 meters from the side road ahead, where he received a surge in his "heartbreak value"—here it comes.
This is the surge in soul and spirit will that the enemy discovered, transformed into a negative value of approximately 38,000 in the supernatural space.
That's a big investment; there must be a lot of people involved.
Zheng Ya stared at the straight road and immediately began making straw figures in his special ability space.
The straw figures were made from the corn stalks after Zheng Ya had forced them to mature. With a single thought, he used his spatial supernatural power to tie the corn stalks into two sitting straw figures.
After setting up the straw effigy, Zheng Ya took out a section of fruit tree branch from his special ability space, propped it diagonally on the accelerator pedal of the jeep, and supported the other end on the driver's seat to keep the jeep moving forward.
Then sprinkle some dust on the windshield to block the view through the windshield and confuse the enemy.
After finishing these tasks, Zheng Ya climbed into the back seat, placed the straw figure on the front seat, and then opened the trunk door, preparing to slip out of the car to kill the enemy.
The roadside is lined with bushes that are more than half a person tall.
The hillside in front of the road is about seven or eight meters higher than the bushes, which is equivalent to the height of a three-story building.
The slope was covered with dense trees, which blocked most of the view.
Even with Zheng Ya's current strength, he couldn't see through the ambush in the woods. He only determined that the enemy was lying in ambush on the hillside ahead by relying on the surge in his "heartlessness value".
When the "Shasha" jeep was about fifty meters from the intersection, Zheng Ya seized the opportunity to open the trunk door, climb out of the car, and leap into the bushes on the right side of the road, then followed the bushes to meander down the hillside.
At this moment, my blood is boiling; it's incredibly exciting.
Having had experience killing enemies before, Zheng Ya was no longer afraid. However, the thought of the bloodshed he had witnessed last time made him nauseous, and he was still somewhat unaccustomed to killing.
However, Zheng Ya knew that this weakness had to be overcome!
The path of cultivating supernatural abilities will be fraught with countless difficulties and obstacles. If you can't even overcome this small matter, your achievements will be limited.
Killing the enemy and shedding blood is the only way; there is no other choice.
Just as Zheng Ya was lost in thought, his blood boiling with excitement as he circled the hillside ahead, the jeep steadily drove onto the narrow road, attracting the attention of the square-faced commander. He stood up, cocked his rifle, chambered a round, walked to the front of the hill, aimed his gun at the driver's side on the left, and, timing the jeep to enter the center of the ambush zone, pulled the trigger: "Bang bang bang, kill!"
"Kill, rat-a-tat-tat, boom!" Submachine guns and pistols were used in unison, along with grenades, as they were fired down onto the road below.
In an instant, the jeep was riddled with holes and overturned.
At the crucial moment of the ambush, Zheng Ya outflanked the square-faced commander and his group, wielding a bayonet in each hand, and leaped into the air to attack the enemy lying prone on the slope: "Thud!"
A single slash pierced the enemy's throat, the blade entering from the side and exiting through a gap.
The enemy died before they could react.
Zheng Ya's blade flashed like lightning; as he sheathed it, he had already rolled to the side of his second enemy, delivering a backhand thrust: "Thud!"
With a series of "splattering" sounds, enemies were slaughtered one after another, so fast that it was like a phantom, flashing by in an instant.
The remaining scenes of blood spurting from the killing of enemies formed a trail of blood rising and falling, stretching forward.
Midway through, Zheng Ya slapped the monkey-faced man unconscious, leaving one alive for later interrogation.
In just ten seconds, Zheng Ya had killed nineteen of the twenty people on this slope.
After finishing, he flicked the submachine gun off the grass with his toe, grabbed it, aimed it at the enemy on the opposite hillside, and pulled the trigger: "Rat-a-tat-tat."
Targeted sniping, firing at enemies one by one.
The other side had no idea what was going on; they were basically caught up in the excitement of ambushing the jeep and had forgotten everything else.
Shooting a gun requires aiming with one eye open and the other closed. The sudden bursts of gunfire nearby masked the enemy's awareness of the danger, allowing Zheng Ya to kill eight people in quick succession before someone realized something was wrong: "Ah, the commander is going to kill us to silence us! Run!"
Clearly, the other party misunderstood.
The moment the commander shouted that he wanted to kill us to silence us, it caused an uproar.
While the ten survivors were still in shock and disbelief, Zheng Ya shot and killed five of them. The remaining five finally came to their senses and frantically fled up the hill, not forgetting to return fire: "Rat-a-tat, bang bang bang!"
Unfortunately, the enemy was firing randomly, and the bullets seemed to be going nowhere.
Unlike them, Zheng Ya didn't panic. He gripped the submachine gun and fired precisely: "Rat-a-tat, tat."
After emptying two magazines of ammunition, the remaining five enemies were eliminated.
Within the range of his supernatural perception, only one person remained alive after being knocked unconscious; the rest were all dead.
Having killed thirty-seven enemies and generated over 510,000 points of Zhengde value, Zheng Ya smiled happily, dispelling his nausea at the sight of blood. With a joyful heart, he walked upwind, seeking shelter from the smell of blood, worried that he might vomit again.
At this moment, Old Sun and Little Liu rushed back into the city, found the neighborhood office, and made a phone call. They heard the sounds of gunfire coming from Zheng Ya's side and immediately switched to calling the police: "Hello, police station? There's an ambush in the suburbs, please provide immediate support..."
"Oh dear, my apprentice is in trouble this time. It's quite an ambush. I hope nothing bad happens!" Old Master Sun paced anxiously.
The sounds of gunfire alerted all the staff of the neighborhood committee, who rushed out to assemble and prepare for post-battle arrangements and maintain order.
After receiving the report, the former director personally led a team, with a jeep at the head and two military vehicles leading the way, carrying 28 police officers to the outskirts.
At the city gate, they encountered Old Sun intercepting them. The old bureau chief recognized Old Sun and ordered the driver to stop the car and take him along. They rushed to the ambush battlefield and were stunned by the sight of the gunfight: "Quickly, seal off the scene and check if there are any survivors?"
"My apprentice, Zheng Ya, where are you?" Old Sun rushed up the mountain to look for him, but was stopped behind him by the old bureau chief, who was worried that he had been killed by enemy agents: "Old Sun, don't shout, or the enemy agents will be able to locate you by sound and shoot you..."
"Who's there? Stop! Hands up!" Captain Qi Heng, alert to the commotion in the forest, aimed his gun and shouted.
They're very alert!
Zheng Ya spread his hands and said, "I am Zheng Ya. I killed all the enemy agents, but I left one alive. He's over there?"
"You, do you know what you're saying?" Qi Heng raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the sky, remaining vigilant.
But this is also the attitude towards one's comrades.
Police officers gathered around to examine Zheng Ya's account of the battle's outcome. Zheng Ya smiled faintly and said, "Officers, please don't doubt the strength of a martial arts master. Thank you!"
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't imagine it. If you were a martial arts grandmaster, then it's alright, I apologize." Qi Heng knew the legend that martial arts grandmasters were not to be insulted, and he couldn't afford to offend them.
Although Zheng Ya looked to be only twenty years old and couldn't possibly be a grandmaster martial artist, underestimating people wasn't Qi Heng's style.
Having experienced rescuing children on the battlefield, only to witness firsthand the horrific scene of a child killing a comrade with a knife, Qi Heng never looked down on anyone again.
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