Chapter 432: Shooting

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Shooting

The sudden, violent impact left Zhenxiu pale, her wide, innocent eyes staring in disbelief at the fallen door.

Standing in the doorway was a rugged figure that seemed to block out the sunlight, filling the entire frame. The burly man had a dark face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His gray mustache and a strip tattoo on his left cheek, inscribed with some incomprehensible characters resembling Sanskrit, gave him an intimidating appearance.

The man wore a sleeveless leather jacket, showcasing his muscular arms, and steel-studded gloves. Across his broad chest hung two rows of machine gun bullets. What was truly terrifying was the protruding barrel of a machine gun on his back.

Anyone familiar with firearms would quickly recognize it as an American-made Gatling M134 rotary machine gun. This heavy weapon had a firing rate of 6,000 rounds per minute, ten times that of a regular machine gun!

Fully loaded, the gun weighed over thirty kilograms and was usually mounted on helicopters for large-scale ground sweeps. It was said that "no living being could survive under the spray of this machine gun!"

Yet, the man before them carried the gun and ammunition alone, as if he were a "walking armed helicopter." Considering the gun's powerful recoil, using it effectively required extraordinary strength. Knocking down the door with one hand was merely child's play for him.

The man glanced briefly at Zhenxiu without doing anything further, then turned and walked into the courtyard.

At this moment, Guo Xuehua and the Yuan couple rushed out, their faces tense from the loud noise.

Only Lin Ruoxi remained calm. She furrowed her brows slightly, then walked over to Zhenxiu, gently pulling her back into the house.

Though Zhenxiu had fought with street punks before, she had never encountered such a terrifying scene. She was only nineteen and trembled with fear as she hid behind Lin Ruoxi. Yet, her strong curiosity made her peek outside.

The courtyard was now filled with over a dozen tall men, all heavily armed with machine guns. Some had military knives at their waists. Their faces were rugged and resolute, their eyes sharp.

Standing in the center of the courtyard path was the always well-dressed Gao Guoxiong. He had a cigar in his mouth and wore sunglasses. Seeing the burly man return, Gao Guoxiong casually smiled, "Captain Deren, as expected, your strength is extraordinary."

The burly man, referred to as Deren, spoke with a stern expression, "Mr. Gao, one head, one million, as promised."

The man's accent was awkward, revealing he was not a native Yanxia speaker.

"Of course, of course," Gao Guoxiong said, pulling out a checkbook. He removed his cigar with one hand and smiled, "I'll cash it right after the job is done."

"We don't take checks," Deren replied curtly.

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"Ah, yes, yes, I almost forgot. Don't worry, Captain De Lun. Do you think I would dare to deceive you? After all, I've already paid the deposit," Gao Guoxiong said.

De Lun nodded, clearly confident that this timid Singaporean businessman wouldn't dare provoke them. He waved his hand and gave a series of orders to the two subordinates closest to him.

"Judging by their accents and what they're saying, they seem to be Burmese," Yuan Hewei said, his expression solemn.

"They don't look like people to be trifled with. Based on my experience, these people must have a military background. Their military demeanor is too obvious," Yang Jieyu said.

At this moment, Gao Guoxiong made Captain De Lun wait for a moment and walked a few steps forward, his smile not reaching his eyes, "The two from the Yuan family, I didn't expect you hadn't left."

Hearing this, Yuan Hewei immediately felt a chill in his heart, instinctively realizing something, "Did Zeng Mao intentionally reveal his location to Gao Guoxiong?!"

"It's too late to realize it now," Gao Guoxiong didn't deny it. In his eyes, the people in front of him were already dead. "I'm not afraid to tell you that today, I won't treat you any differently just because you're from the Yuan family. Originally, I just wanted to kill that bitch Lin Ruoxi. But since fate has decided I should kill you too, I'll just follow heaven's will."

"Do you think you'll have a good outcome if you harm us?" Yang Jieyu said coldly.

Gao Guoxiong snorted, "There won't be a good outcome for me if I don't kill you either. I am in this situation today because Lin Ruoxi drove me to a dead end. If you really want to blame someone, then on your way to the afterlife, go slap that bitch. I still want to enjoy a few more good years in this world."

As he spoke, Gao Guoxiong glanced at Lin Ruoxi inside, his eyes showing a bit of greed, "What a pity, if you had agreed to be with me back then, how wonderful it would have been. Such a beautiful woman, today you have to turn into a pile of bones."

Lin Ruoxi said nothing. At this moment, she didn't feel any fear in her heart.

Several of the nearest Red Thorn Society guards were instantly torn apart by the gunfire, their screams forming a continuous wail!

But because the courtyard was so small, the thirty-odd guards quickly closed in on the Burmese soldiers.

The four or five dozen people turned into a chaotic melee!

In this situation, guns became cumbersome, and military knives and daggers became the weapons of choice. Even fists and feet proved useful.

The combat skills of these soldiers were obviously superior, and even when the Red Thorn Society's guards attacked them in waves, it was difficult to knock them down, let alone kill them!

De Lun, with an unchanged expression, pulled out a military knife from his boot and, after swiftly cutting down several guards, spoke a few words to a nearby subordinate with a fierce face.

The soldier responded, turned violently, and charged toward Lin Ruoxi and the others inside the villa!

De Lun clearly intended to kill his targets first and then break out, knowing that staying too long would hinder their retreat.

"Run!" Yuan Hewei was the first to react, urgently shouting for the women to flee!

However, the Burmese soldier, with bloodlust in his eyes, moved quickly and raised his AK, ready to fire at the hall!

"Clang—"

A crisp metallic sound of something breaking rang out, and a white blade flashed. The AK in the Burmese soldier's hands was suddenly sliced in half!

A figure in red and black appeared behind the soldier. Before he could react, the soldier turned only to have his face slashed by a cold, slender steel blade that moved like a streak of lightning.

A line of crimson blood appeared on the maddened soldier's face, followed by a jet of blood from his throat, splattering a few hot drops onto the face of the person wielding the blade.

"Rose?!" Guo Xuehua was the first to recognize their savior standing there. It was indeed Rose, dressed in a tight red and black outfit, holding a long knife.

Rose's face was as cold as frost, her eyes radiating a terrifying killing intent. The dead soldier's blood stained her fair, alluring face, making her look like a blood-weeping, thorny rose, striking fear into those who saw her.

With her long hair dancing and red blood dripping from her steel blade, Rose stood like an indomitable warrior goddess at the door.

She glanced at the people inside the house, and when her gaze fell on Lin Ruoxi, there was a flicker of emotion in her eyes. Lin Ruoxi, too, looked at Rose with a complex expression.

Lin Ruoxi remembered Rose. Although she had never asked Yang Chen who she was, Lin Ruoxi could not forget the woman for whom Yang Chen was willing to kneel and put on shoes in her presence.

The exchange of glances between the two women was filled with unspoken meanings, contrasting sharply with the bloody battle raging outside, blurring the lines between illusion and reality.

Yuan Hewei and his wife, of course, recognized Rose. They had once helped the Red Thorn Society eliminate Dongxing, so seeing Rose appear, they both breathed a sigh of relief and understood what was happening.

"Watch out!" Zhenxiu, in a state of high tension, screamed.

Rose's toes barely touched the ground as she agilely dodged, narrowly avoiding a deadly slash from De Lun's military knife, which had come out of nowhere.

"Die, woman!" De Lun roared in fury. Each of his subordinates was a carefully selected ex-Burmese special forces soldier, and losing even one was a significant blow. The situation had spiraled out of his control, driving him to a near-madness fueled by frustration.

Seeing Rose's swift movements, De Lun decided not to waste any more time. He removed the Gatling gun that had been strapped to his back. The massive weapon seemed like a toy in his hands, inconsequential and light.

"President Situ, be careful! That gun has tremendous firepower!" Yang Jieyu, who had a brother in the military and knew a lot about weapons, shouted in warning as she recognized the massive gun.

"You're all going to die..." De Lun didn't bother aiming precisely. With a firing rate of six thousand rounds per minute, he only needed to sweep the gun across the people in front of him to end everything.

As his words fell, De Lun pulled the trigger of the fearsome beast in his hands!