The gunfight in the living room had reached a fever pitch.
His men fell one by one, their screams echoing through the air, which was thick with the stench of blood.
"Boss, we think we're surrounded!" a ruthless bandit shouted from a corner, his voice trembling.
"Shut up! What are you afraid of? I've seen all kinds of battles!" Ah Hu roared, but his hand holding the submachine gun trembled slightly.
He had never seen such a ruthless opponent. The opponent was a sharpshooter, skilled in tactics, and numerous. They were like vengeful ghosts crawling out of hell, determined to wipe them out completely.
"Except for the people leading the investigation team, everyone else, follow me to the second floor!" Ah Hu made a quick decision to retreat.
However, at that moment, the window glass suddenly shattered, and several dark figures leaped out from the second floor like ghosts. With a flash of sharp daggers in their hands, they directly slit the throats of two thugs who were fleeing to the second floor.
Blood spurted out, staining the white walls red. The two ruthless bandits didn't even have time to scream before collapsing limply into the pool of blood.
"ah--"
The muffled groans and shouts of the remaining thugs echoed throughout the living room.
Ah Hu watched his brothers fall one by one, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He picked up his submachine gun and fired wildly at the shadowy figure, bullets raining down and riddling the wall with holes.
However, those shadowy figures seemed to be able to foresee the future, easily dodging all the bullets and moving through the living room like ghosts. Every time they made a move, they would take away a life.
Ah Hu was hiding behind the sofa when one of his teammates was unable to dodge in time and was hit by a bullet, letting out a terrible scream.
"Ah! My leg! My leg!"
The team members' painful cries for help made Ah Hu's heart sink.
The team member's leg was covered in blood; the bullet had shattered his kneecap, and white bone fragments mixed with flesh and blood were exposed to the air, a horrifying sight.
Damn it!
"Ken!" Ah Hu roared, trying to rush out to save people, but was held back by another team member.
"Boss, calm down! Charging out now is suicide!" the team member said anxiously.
Ah Hu gritted his teeth. He knew his teammates were right. If things continued like this, they would be wiped out by the enemy sooner or later!
"Damn it! Who are these guys?" Ah Hu looked at the dwindling number of his brothers and felt a sense of powerlessness.
Who the hell is this person?!
Such terrifying marksmanship!
He had seen many ruthless characters, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone who killed so many people and whose marksmanship was so accurate that it was almost abnormal!
No, now is not the time to think about these things!
The opponents were all highly skilled, with excellent marksmanship and were very adept at night fighting and close combat.
This style of play...
A thought suddenly flashed through Ah Hu's mind: how could this fighting style be so similar to the Chinese he encountered when he was serving in Delta Force and operating near Vietnam?
Could it be...?
No, impossible!
How could those people possibly be here?
Ah Hu shook his head vigorously, banishing the absurd idea from his mind.
Now is not the time to think about these things!
He must find a way to break through!
Thinking of this, Ah Hu took a deep breath, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Taking advantage of a moment when the enemy's firepower was slightly weaker, he suddenly stood up from behind the sofa, picked up the M2HB heavy machine gun that was placed to the side, and unleashed a barrage of fire in the direction from which the gunfire was coming!
"Da da da da da..."
The deafening gunshots instantly echoed throughout the entire living room.
The M2HB heavy machine gun was incredibly powerful, its bullets raining down, riddling walls and furniture with holes, and sending wood chips and gravel flying everywhere.
Despite risking having his shoulder pierced by a bullet, Ah Hu frantically pulled the trigger, bullets whistling as they hurtled towards the enemy, forcefully suppressing them.
"Charge out!"
Ah Hu roared and, taking advantage of the opportunity, shouldered a heavy submachine gun and, along with the remaining bandits, crouched low and charged desperately toward the gate while firing their guns.
Just then, another dark figure descended from the sky, kicking over a huge marble coffee table to block the bullet he was shooting at another dark figure. He then threw a grenade and leaped behind a wall.
The next moment—
"boom!"
Another loud bang, and a large hole was ripped through the living room wall. The shockwave from the explosion instantly stunned or killed the remaining thugs in the living room.
Only Ah Hu was left hiding under the marble coffee table, having escaped the disaster, but he was still dizzy from the shock and was trying to get himself out.
But suddenly I heard a crisp "click" of a gun being cocked behind my head.
Ah Hu froze.
He turned to look at the people behind him, gritting his teeth: "Who...who sent you mercenaries?!"
At this moment, seven or eight dark figures flashed in from outside the room and began to clean up the mess. They did not say a word the whole time, and only communicated with a set of special hand gestures.
Upon seeing the hand gestures, his pupils instantly contracted, and he abruptly looked at them: "You are Chinese..."
With a "snap!" sound, the gun barrel that was originally pressed against his forehead was suddenly shoved into his mouth.
The tall man holding the gun said coldly in fluent London-accented English, "No, we are British tourists. Can't you tell my accent is very standard?"
Ah Hu's mouth was filled with the taste of gunpowder, and his whole body stiffened: "..."
HOLLY SHIT! If speaking British English makes someone British, then if he can speak an African language, he must be African!
...
In the basement, Cha Meiling's heart pounded like a drum, each beat striking her eardrums.
The gunfire outside grew increasingly intense, interspersed with men's terrified screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
She could almost smell the blood in the air. Fear, like a cold snake, coiled around her body, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
With a loud "bang!", the basement door was smashed open by a powerful force, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.
Cha Meiling opened her eyes wide in horror and saw a tall figure standing against the light at the doorway.
He was completely covered in a black combat suit, and his face was covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, cold, and beautiful eyes like those of a hawk, dangerous yet captivating.
Cha Meiling's heart pounded violently, and goosebumps rose all over her body.
In an instant, she recognized those eyes; they belonged to that man. Even through the mask, she would never mistake them.
She had seen him dressed like this before; no one else would recognize him, but for some reason, she recognized him at a glance!
“You…” Cha Meiling felt like a drowning person who had finally grabbed onto a piece of driftwood; her eyes shone with hope.
"You...you've come to save me?" Cha Meiling's voice trembled, filled with the fear of surviving a disaster, and a secret joy that she herself was unaware of.
She instinctively tried to tidy her sweat-soaked hair so that she wouldn't look so disheveled in front of him.
The tall, imposing man looked down at her, his gaze icy and devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at a stranger. No, he was even more indifferent than a stranger, for there was even a hint of disgust in his eyes.
He gave her only a cold glance before looking away and, in Chinese, instructed the largest man beside him, "It's up to you. Pack it up and take it out."
"Huh?" The man was taken aback for a moment, then looked troubled. "Boss, it's going to be difficult to get this woman through security looking like this!"
Cha Meiling's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
What's the meaning?
What does "take it out" mean? What does "pass through customs" mean?
Where are they taking her? To the mainland?
Why bring her back to the mainland?
Could it be... that Tang Zhenzhen has really woken up?!
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