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Chapter 704 - 552 Having a blast (Need monthly pass!)_2

Chapter 704: 552 Having a blast (Need monthly pass!)_2

Che Changmin furrowed his brow slightly, sensing an ominous premonition without reason.

The prosecutor reached for the handcuffs, stepped forward, and was about to arrest this deep-rooted criminal leader.

A "swoosh" sound.

Suddenly burst flesh splattered all over the faces of the prosecutors!

Everyone was somewhat stupefied.

"Ahhh!!!"

A heart-rending scream abruptly pierced the peaceful twilight.

A bloodied severed arm, still clutching the handcuffs, thudded onto the ground.

The imposing prosecutor just moments ago now clutched his profusely bleeding stump, his features twisted in unbearable pain.

"Enemy attack! Take cover! Quick, take cover!!!"

Che Changmin quickly came to his senses, shouting hoarsely and, paying no heed to looking back, grabbed his injured colleague and ran for cover.

With his years of extensive experience, he instantly discerned there was a sniper!

The fatal power suggested it was probably from an anti-materiel sniper rifle!

His reaction was undoubtedly wise.

"Buzz..."

A car sped from behind, and a masked man leaned out of the window. What drew the most attention wasn’t his fierce air, but the M136AT4 anti-tank rocket launcher he was shouldering!

These prosecutors, brought specially from Seoul to Daegu by Che Changmin, were undoubtedly elite and battle-hardened, not panicking in the face of danger, immediately returning fire.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Bullets struck the car, sparking fierce.

They were decisive and fierce, but the enemies were even more ferocious!

"Boom!"

An armor-piercing round from the anti-tank rocket launcher hit the apartment building wall, exploding violently, blasting two prosecutors into the air on the spot!

"Take him away!"

True to the elite of the judicial system, a prosecutor didn’t forget his duty and attempted to forcibly arrest An Zairong, but before he could touch the latter’s shoulder, "swoosh."

A 50 BMG round, fired from who knows where, pierced through his body. The prosecutor, devoted to his duty, flew backward in agony, his blood spraying across An Zairong’s suit.

The scene had instantly turned into a battlefield enveloped in gunfire and flying bullets.

"Barrett."

An Zairong stood motionless, whether stunned or aware that any random movement in such a situation was akin to seeking death, his smile faded, he slowly inhaled and muttered to himself, "This is playing big."

"Protect Prosecutor Che!"

The assistant shouted, his face already pale from an unfamiliar scene, but still suppressing his fear, he crouched behind a car, occasionally returning fire.

The team responsible for securing the corridors had arrived and amidst their shock, quickly sought cover and fired their guns.

The tremendous commotion naturally alarmed the entire apartment building.

Residents at home came out one after another, only to be stunned by the scene below.

"Was there an earthquake?"

Quan Shangying also went out, and upon witnessing the movie-like scene downstairs, fell into a daze.

"Quick, what are you looking at! Get back inside!"

Parents shielded their children, and some panickedly called the police.

Downstairs.

The startling fight continued.

The car stopped.

Two burly men disembarked, clad in brown tactical gear, leaned against the car door, holding Type 56-2 assault rifles, and mercilessly strafed the elite of the Goryeo prosecution system.

Even as elites of the prosecution system, these people were generally faced with ordinary criminals—at most, crime leaders like An Zairong.

But even An Zairong was not this insane!

The disparity in firepower was too great; prosecutor after prosecutor fell to the ground screaming, dying honorably.

"Prosecutor Che, let’s go! Move, quick!"

The prosecutor with a shattered arm bellowed fiercely; severe blood loss not only turned his face paper-white but also made him increasingly drowsy.

Fighting the imminent blackout, he took a deep breath, clenching his remaining good hand around his pistol and bolted out of cover.

"Bang bang bang..."

His eyes were bursting with rage as he blindly unleashed a hail of bullets, trying to buy Che Changmin a chance to escape.

But it didn’t last three seconds.

"Boom!"

His head exploded, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

Dwayne, expressionless in a nearby building, slightly shifted the barrel of his Barrett.

The sixth floor.

Quan Shangying covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock, as she staggered back.

Don’t mention Wei Wei, who had always lived at the bottom of society; even An Zairong’s face kept changing.

"Make it quick."

"Boom!"

Yet another rocket.

A car was flipped over directly.

The assistant, who couldn’t dodge in time, was crushed under the two-ton vehicle, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain.

With Barrett’s assistance, the crazed and unidentified armed men launched a merciless massacre.

Even though the Korean prosecutors outnumbered the attackers, the vast disparity in combat skills and firepower left them as helpless as lambs, incapable of fighting back.

In just a minute or two.

The combat ended swiftly.

This cheap apartment building was riddled with bullet holes and utterly ravaged; blood spread all around the front, with severed limbs scattered about, resembling a living hell on Earth.

"Game over."

The burly man put down the rocket launcher on his shoulder, seemingly still longing for more.

The two of them, carrying Type 56-2 assault rifles, approached An Zairong.

In the middle of a hail of bullets, An Zairong, inexplicably, had not been touched by a single bullet, as if all the bullets had deliberately avoided him.

"Come with us."

One of the men said emotionlessly, his eyes beyond the mask also void of any warmth, not appearing to be rescuers.

An Zairong took a deep breath of the thick stench of blood in the air, didn’t ask about the origin of these men, and turned his head instead.

"Prosecutor Che, I’m sorry, but it seems we’ll have to talk another time."

The two armed men turned their heads and spotted Che Changmin hiding behind a pillar.

Che Changmin sat on the ground, his trousers soaked with blood, clearly grazed by a bullet in the intense fighting.

He pressed his lips firmly, no fear of death on his face, but a rare expression of anger in his eyes.

His people were either dead or disabled, and since he wasn’t in the habit of carrying weapons, let alone resisting, all the enemies had to do was lift a finger and fire one bullet, and he would be dead without a doubt.

The two men looked at each other.

One grabbed An Zairong by the shoulder, turned, and pushed him forward.

The other didn’t finish him off but rather followed without harming the well-known prosecutor, effectively ignoring him.

"Bastard!"

Che Changmin gripped his hands tightly, not feeling any relief from escaping death; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

He knew they were not showing mercy.

It was disdain.

"Hel... help..."

The assistant struggled to reach out his hand, half his body pinned under the car, his organs likely shattered, but his strong will to live kept him breathing his last.

As An Zairong passed by, he didn’t glance aside and stepped on the assistant’s head.

With his face pressed against the ground, the assistant’s last breath gradually faded as blood flowed from his mouth, dying with his eyes wide open.

An Zairong got in the car.

The engine roared to life.

More than ten minutes later.

The first batch of police officers arrived on the scene after receiving reports from residents.

Upon seeing the gruesome scene in front of the apartment, they were all stunned.

Twenty minutes later.

A large number of police arrived at the scene in force.

"Che Changmin, look at this mess you’ve created!"

Che Hyunjun was furious.

On the ambulance, Che Changmin sat on the stretcher, with his leg already bandaged.

"I’ll take responsibility."

"Take responsibility? How will you do that?! Why did you act on your own?! You see all this blood; how are you going to make their families accept this?!"

Che Hyunjun seemed somewhat out of control.

The others kept silent.

"In this line of work, one should always be prepared to sacrifice oneself."

"Ha!"

Che Hyunjun laughed, "Che Changmin, are you even human? How can you say such cold-hearted things?! They weren’t supposed to die. It’s all you, craving glory, wanting to take all the credit, right? And what’s the result? So many dead, and what about An Zairong? Did you catch him? As prosecutors, we indeed aren’t afraid of sacrifice, but our sacrifice must be worthwhile! Tell me, where’s the value in their deaths?!"

Che Changmin remained silent.

"And another thing, they all died, so why are you the only one who lived?"

Che Hyunjun was vehement, "Che Changmin, I will report everything to the higher-ups accurately. You must give an explanation for these sacrificed colleagues!"