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Chapter 585 - 585 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_2

Chapter 585: 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_2 Chapter 585: 316 A Group of Wastes (4200)_2 “I’ve shipped a batch of high-power heavy machine guns from the sales department, along with hand grenades and other lethal weapons. There are also rocket grenades, but they’re still en route.”

“The day after tomorrow… no, tomorrow… the rocket grenades should arrive in Fengnan City. Then, if the Sand Dust Organization tries anything, we can let them experience the power of explosive hot weapons. All fear comes from insufficient firepower. With sufficient firepower, anything can be killed.”

Plum Blossom “J” slowly stood up from his seat, as if about to give an inspiring speech. Suddenly, there was gunfire outside.

Bang bang bang…bang bang bang…

It was a continuous sound, not just an accidental discharge.

“Something’s up! Let’s go!”

Plum Blossom “J” rushed out the door in an instant, followed by several middle-ranking subordinates. They all headed towards the Guild Hall entrance.

Under the nighttime veil, thick clouds obscured the bright moon, engulfing everything in darkness.

Suddenly, bursts of gunfire and shouting echoed from the entrance of the Water Cloud Guild Hall, occasionally punctuated by the muffled groans of bodies being torn apart.

“Can’t kill it! Can’t kill it!”

“It’s them, it’s the biochemical humans of the Sand Dust Organization!!!”

“Those immortal monsters!”

“Handguns are useless! Are the patrols here yet?”

The gunfire abruptly ceased, leaving behind only the breathing of the dying humans in the dark, hissing like a leaking water pipe.

From the shadows beside the gate and high wall, a sturdy man emerged. His muscular arm held a gunner from the Black Spade “A” Organization by the throat, suspending him mid-air.

The man’s legs struggled, and his face visibly reddened. His right hand still clutched a firearm, while his left hand reached for his waist, as if trying to pull out a spare magazine and replace the empty one in his handgun.

The moonlight was faint, revealing that the man was dressed in a tight leather jacket. His shirt gallantly displayed a deep “V”, revealing his bulging, rock-hard pecs.

He had long brown hair that draped over his shoulders and had a wildness like a lion. Deep eye sockets, erect hawk-like nose. His eyes were a light red, indicating a numbness and contempt for life.

His lips were inexplicably coated in a bewitching purple.

“Click, click…”

The sound of the firearm parts colliding could be heard, and the man just watched the gunner load a new magazine, shakily aiming the pitch-black muzzle at him. He wasn’t afraid in the slightest, only sneering.

“Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!”

The gunner, almost out of strength and clutching his own throat, as if being squeezed by an iron vise, couldn’t aim properly and just wildly fired at the man’s body.

Bullets flew and blood splattered. The gunner’s eyes were bloodshot, his confused mind filled with one thought.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill this monster!

He fired all his bullets in one breath and mechanically kept pulling the trigger, even though the gun didn’t respond.

“Hehehe…hehehe…”

The man, covered in bloody blotches and head bowed, began to shiver with chilling laughter. His laughter grew louder and even more frenzied.

“Five in the lungs, three in the kidneys, two in the liver, the rest in the heart. You aimed quite well… Unfortunately, the heart is no longer my weak point. You should aim for the head, right here.”

The man lifted his left hand, his index finger bearing sharp nails dug into his own temple as if drilling. Blood spurted out, but his face showed an expression of virtually neurotic pleasure. It seemed as if he was soaring into heaven.

“No, aiming here won’t work either. The frontal bone of an immortal-level is impervious to even machine guns. Only the temples will do…”

He started to mutter to himself, his state quite abnormal. He seemed like a severe patient who had escaped from a mental institution.

Suddenly, the man’s head violently jerked, and his eyes changed from a sick state to a bloodthirsty one. He applied more pressure on his hands.

“Hehehe…” The gunner’s legs kicked wildly as if he were a frog.

“Die, puny, weak humans! Food should know its place as food, yet you dare hamper our operations!”

“Who gave you fools the guts!”

Crack! This was the sound of a neck bone being snapped.

The man let go, and a corpse fell to the ground.

Black boots mercilessly stepped on the corpse, pacing over it. The man in the leather jacket continued along the path towards the interior of the Guild Hall.

From the shadows of the high walls, several black silhouettes emerged, their red pupils cold like snakes. They moved forward, shadowing the man in the leather jacket like marionettes on strings.

A minute later.

A strong silhouette is seen sprinting down Water Cloud Manor Road, carrying a dozen of guns and charging headlong into a crowd.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Ah!!! My hand!”

“No!”

“Retreat, retreat!”

The man in a leather jacket is like a tiger among sheep, his hands savagely tearing through bodies, reaping lives one by one. He makes a forward leap, and with one punch, he breaks a gunner’s spine.

With a slanted body, he crashes into a person, caving in their chest.

The man in a leather jacket is not afraid of bullets, even if his black leather jacket is perforated like a wasp nest, he does not flinch.

With a splutter, a hand knife coated with red energy abruptly slices through a person’s neck. An artery bursts, and blood cascades down like a fountain. The man in the leather jacket throws his hands in the air and tilts his head, as if bathing in this warm liquid.

“Click, click, click, click….”

Footsteps echo from all directions, as all the black spade “A” organization members in the Water Cloud Manor converge on this location.

He lowers his head, licking the delicious blood from his mouth corner. His lips, painted like a toxic purple, are stained with a hint of crimson.

The man in the leather jacket claps his hands, smiling.

“It’s time to eat, tonight’s dinner is quite abundant~”

Suddenly, a vast number of shadows charge from behind. Like a wolf pack, they rush at the numerous gunners of the black spade “A” organization.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” “Whistle! Whistle! Whistle! Whistle!”

Handgun and submachine gun bullets create a barrage, completely covering the multitude of shadows.

Yet, despite the blood splattering and flesh rolling, the shadows merely stagger backward under the impact, without being killed.

“Use the machine gun! Use the heavy machine gun I brought in!”

Plum “J” and several middle-level personnel rush to the scene. Immediately, about ten heavy arms are aimed at the approaching monsters.

“Fire!”

“Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!…”

Flames burst from the gun muzzle, like a dozen blooming flowers of golden red. A string of metal bullet chains rapidly fly out.

There are immediate results, with some shadows being split in half.

But the unfortunate thing is, they still do not die. Amazingly, they prop themselves up with their hands, moving as if their hands were feet. The ends dripping blood and organs, eerily terrifying.

“Throw grenades, throw grenades!”

Plum “J” directly pulls out a grenade from his arms and throws it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions echo one after another about several meters away. Flesh and dust explode, obstructing everyone’s sight.

In a trance, a shadow manages to charge through.

Like a spear driven into a crowd, a bloody path is made, as gunners fly to either side like broken bags. The shadow is none other than the man in the leather jacket from earlier, his goal clear, directly aimed at Plum “J”.

“Fire! Drive him off!”

Gunners protecting Plum “J” take action. While retreating, they try to use the impact of bullets to slow the man’s approach.

“Damn!!! Are heavy machine guns also useless? Is the Sand Dust Organization’s biochemical human team really immortal, as the rumors say?” Plum “J” eyes glare angrily, his teeth clenched as he roars.

“Of course! To you mere mortals, we are indeed immortal! You insignificant ants, thinking that with some toys, you can kill us? Hahaha…” The man in the leather jacket steps forward, defying the hail of bullets. His body is riddled with bullet holes, half of his body white with exposed bone.

Flesh and internal organs hang from his surface, crazily regenerating.

The man’s face is in ruins from the gunfire, his face onlooking like a demon. His protruding teeth dripped with blood, he says, “You shouldn’t have… provoked us…”

“The audacity to raid the antique transit warehouse in Black Sand City, I don’t know where you got your courage! According to intelligence, that group of despicable humans also headed towards Fengnan City. Just right, just right…”

“The other squads are also near Fengnan City, call them all over for a hunting feast, they would surely thank me!”

“Hahaha…hahaha!”

Laughing wildly, a bloody figure violently charges at everyone. Embracing the rain of bullets with bare bones and rotten flesh.