Tiger's eyelids, once peacefully closed, fluttered open, and he playfully yanked Claude White, deriding Barrett Walker. With a mighty pull, he swung wide the car door, swiftly leaping out of the police vehicle before Claude White could react. A projectile struck, igniting a thunderous explosion that sent the police car somersaulting through the heavens. Barrett Walker, still dazed, found himself handcuffed and involuntarily tumbling mid-air. This was not a realm of mere conflict; here, death spelled irrevocable finality.
"Damn, I neglected to procure insurance!" In that moment, Barrett Walker lamented his failure to invest a few extra coins in personal security. It had seemed extravagant then, and now it was too late. If only he had acquired it, that obstinate old man might still draw breath.
Even a semi-paralyzed insurance company would not dare withhold his compensation.
"Young one, are you still among the living? Conceal yourself if you are!" After the missile strike, Tiger poked his head into the police car, observing the disheveled Barrett Walker, and bellowed, "Very well, I too fear the specter of death."
Barrett Walker shouted back, curling his body into a compact form, minimizing his exposure to gunfire.
Gunfire erupted, and as a seasoned veteran of the police force, Tiger recognized the resounding report of an AK47. This firearm, renowned for its devastating might, persisted despite the scarcity of resources in this new era of legends. Tiger's police-issued sidearm, though superior to those of his comrades, was limited in range and ammunition.
Through the shattered windows of overturned police cars and aided by auditory analysis, Tiger discerned a group of sixteen terrorists armed with AK47s. Such a formidable assembly indicated that these individuals were no ordinary criminals. Recalling the events leading up to this confrontation, Tiger surmised that these were Leone's henchmen.
"Claude, remain here and keep your head low." Despite the officers being pinned down under overwhelming firepower, Tiger stressed his command. He raised his heel and forcefully stomped on a police car tire, propelling the vehicle sideways for over ten meters. Like an ebony panther, Tiger deftly navigated the intricate lattice of gunfire. If measured by a device quantifying professional prowess, it would reveal his astonishing velocity of 38 meters per second, surpassing the rank of Lieutenant Colonel's 35 meters per second.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The successive gunshots drowned out the furious roar of the AK47s. Twelve shots in rapid succession, twelve individuals struck in the cranium, collapsing to the ground. Tiger's figure moved like a phantom, and the sound of gunfire pursued him relentlessly.
After the cataclysm from beyond the stars, society transformed into a merciless domain of pillage, where the worth of human life beyond the urban confines equaled that of swine and canines. It harmoniously echoed Darwin's evolutionary theory, as the more capable individuals were segregated into ranks and military titles, residing in well-ordered cities as the privileged elite. These extraordinary beings possessed awe-inspiring abilities, all gauged by the benchmarks of their explosive swiftness and unwavering stamina. Completing a kilometer at an unyielding, unparalleled pace became the standard, with a constant velocity determining their social standing. A velocity of 38 meters per second only merited the rank of a Lieutenant Colonel, far inferior to these superhuman beings.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The final gunshot reverberated, and the AK47 fell silent.
"Oh, excrement!" exclaimed Teg, contorting his body desperately within a fraction of a second. A penetrating armor-piercing round struck his shoulder, propelling him into a peculiar arc, crashing into a towering edifice.
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Leo's family set a trap, sacrificing the lives of 16 gunmen to inflict grave injuries upon a Lieutenant Colonel. Their affluence allowed such extravagance.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The bird is wounded, searching for the target," Leo Yang confirmed through his sniper scope, bellowing into his earpiece. The remaining officers were powerless to impede him.
"Wow! It resembles a scene from a cinematic masterpiece!" Instead of fear, Balen experienced an overwhelming sense of novelty. In the past, they had engaged in battles within the Second World, but now it unfolded in reality, with bullets perilously whizzing by, visually impacting him. The resounding gunfire filled his ears, yet he felt no fear, only a profound fascination as he sat in an open-air café by the roadside and called out, "Waiter! Bring forth a cup of black coffee, with an ample addition of sugar and milk."
"Depart, rustic imbecile! Can't you perceive that a conflict is transpiring? Do you believe this to be a mere film? And black coffee? We do not serve instant coffee-like concoctions here, only hand-ground ones," the timid proprietor-cum-waiter, hiding behind a plate to shield his visage, retorted. Though a gunfight raged in the distance, his timidity elevated his sense of superiority.
"Damn it, what is amiss with desiring a beverage?" Balen seized the fallen AK47 and dragged the proprietor from behind the counter, provoking a wave of screams. It was not due to the gun in Balen's grasp, but rather because he disrupted their sense of security, venturing into what they deemed a battlefield.
"Hmph! Coward." Balen flung the trembling proprietor to the ground. A stray bullet struck a nearby water kettle, causing it to leap, startling Balen, who swiftly crouched behind the table. He realized that genuine bullets were far more formidable than those within the Second World.
"So intense," Kenvi Hoffman discerned that the armor-piercing round emanated from an anti-materiel sniper rifle, also known as a sniper cannon. It was a weapon employed by expendable units, yet its destructive power was astonishing.
No longer willing to bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, he shouted outward, "Hey, woman, hasten to unlock these handcuffs, or we shall both face dire consequences."
Claudie White witnessed her uncle being cast aside, momentarily succumbing to panic, but then her fierce nature emerged. She seized a fallen rifle and skillfully wielded it, unleashing a barrage of gunfire. The potent recoil allowed this Private to easily command the weapon.
"You are mad! I shall not accompany you any longer," Barrett Walker observed Claudie White employing the rifle to repel the advancing gunmen. He discerned the formidable nature of these assailants. With a forceful tug, he shattered the handcuffs and leapt out of the police car, gracefully evading into the nearby café.
"Thank goodness I do not perceive the scent of blood; otherwise, I would be compelled to provide an explanation here," Barrett Walker patted his rapidly pounding heart, gradually calming his emotions. It appeared that he had indeed instigated numerous changes. If it were not for his altercation with Mark Smith, he likely would not have encountered such heart-pounding circumstances.
"Are you not meant to be sitting an examination? What brings you here?"
"I came to seek you out!"
Their eyes met, and instinctively, they exchanged a resounding high-five, almost inducing a feeling of nausea.
"Do not presume that we possess some telepathic connection!" Balen remarked.
"Depart! Who suggested that we do? Repugnant!"
As lifelong brothers, Barrett Walker cherished their friendship with Balen. They reminisced about their playful banter and profound bond.
"Hey, what is occurring here, Flower Cat?" Balen gestured toward the chaotic scene of gunfire outside the café and inquired.
"What else could it be? I struck a swine, and it turns out that swine's father is that individual. He dispatched a pack of dogs to deal with us!" Barrett Walker attempted to downplay the situation, yet his tone still harbored boundless anger. The Smith family had truly exceeded all limits.
"It must be the Smiths, correct?" Balen turned his head, gazing at Barrett Walker in astonishment. He failed to comprehend how he had managed to provoke the Smith family. Now, Balen genuinely worried for his brother, as he was no longer under the protection of the Walker family, the lineage of war deities.
It appears that I must make my way back to my residence.
"Very well, your restless demeanor betrays your longing for solace, and with a mere glance, I discern your yearning to return to the comforts of home. These matters do not concern you. As a man, there are burdens one must bear alone."
Barrett Walker was acutely aware of his brother's disposition, yet the Smith family had to face the repercussions. It could not be delegated to others. The errors of the past forbade such leniency, but the Smith family's transgressions demanded retribution.
This was an asset possessed by a descendant of the God of War, even in the midst of dizziness from the loss of blood, he held steadfast belief in his own capabilities.
Barron feigned a bout of nausea, "With a physique as delicate as sprouting beans and a timidity akin to that of a feline, you find yourself panting now. As the weather turns cold, be wary of asthmatic afflictions!"
Despite Barron's attempt to dissuade Barrett Walker, he knew that once his brother had resolved upon a course of action, he would not easily waver. However, he also needed to make some covert maneuvers. It was not that he lacked faith in Barrett Walker's abilities, but reality was reality, and he refrained from uttering further words.
"How much longer do you think this lady can endure?"
"Do not speak of women and men. You are but a mere child. I cannot fathom how you were so timid in your youth. There were countless enchanting women, yet you remained unmoved. I worry that on your wedding night, you may faint at the sight of blood. Hahaha!"
Barrett Walker did not anticipate his brother's biting sarcasm. While marveling at the vastness and profundity of the Chinese language, he couldn't help but admire Barron's linguistic prowess. Observing the restrained power of Claudia White, his heart quivered, sensing a disquieting unease. He seized Barron's arm and embarked on a frantic sprint. Truly, this woman was undependable.
"The target is evading, pursue them!"
The gunmen scoured the police vehicle but found no trace of Barrett Walker. Abandoning Claudia White, they promptly commenced their pursuit of Barrett Walker.