Mercenary’s War
Chapter 688 - 688 680 Spit to Death with a Mouthful

688: Chapter 680: Spit to Death with a Mouthful 688: Chapter 680: Spit to Death with a Mouthful The M1911 series pistol requires one more action to fire than a double-action pistol, which is critical.

The need for one more action means a slightly delayed firing time, and given the presence of six guards, Gao Yang believed it was unnecessary for the guards with 1911s to risk a discharge by keeping a round chambered at all times, especially critical.

Had it not been for this, Gao Yang wouldn’t dare to make the person with the 1911 the last target and turn his back on him.

As it turned out, Gao Yang’s gamble paid off; he didn’t suffer any shooting from behind before he turned to aim his gun at the sixth person.

But once Gao Yang turned around, his last opponent fired.

Gao Yang fired at his last opponent, and his opponent also fired at his head.

Gao Yang’s gun rang out, and he clearly saw a small hole appear in his opponent’s left cheek, then a bloody hole burst open just below the ear on the right cheek, but his opponent only jerked his head violently and didn’t fall.

As he saw his opponent get hit, Gao Yang felt a burning sensation in the angle where his left jawbone connected with his neck.

The two men faced each other, guns raised and firing, and both hit the other, but neither could kill their adversary.

Gao Yang’s shot missed, so he threw his empty pepper bottle pistol at his opponent’s face with all his might, and as the opponent instinctively dodged, Gao Yang lunged forward at him with all his strength.

Another gunshot rang, and Gao Yang felt as if his left shoulder, where it joined his neck, was scorched.

When a right-handed person fires with too much force on the trigger, there can be a slight deviation to the right, which, with distance, can cause a total miss.

The distance was too close.

Although the shot veered slightly to the right, translating to a slight left deviation for Gao Yang, he still got hit by the second bullet.

The two were far too close, which actually benefited the unarmed Gao Yang.

As his opponent turned his head back around and re-aimed, Gao Yang grabbed his opponent’s left wrist with his left hand and lifted it up forcefully, while his right hand drew out the Cross knuckle-duster from his waist and viciously stabbed towards the opponent’s eyes.

Gao Yang’s Punch Spike failed to hit the eyes, as his right wrist was grabbed by his opponent.

Gao Yang held onto his opponent’s right wrist, not daring to let go.

He had actually aimed for the pistol but had failed to grasp it accurately.

Gao Yang’s right hand was also caught in the enemy’s grip, and both men lifted each other’s hands upwards, like two children playing at lock horns.

Gao Yang and his opponent let out a roar simultaneously, then both used their heads to butt each other.

The exact same move led to a hard collision of Gao Yang and his opponent’s heads, followed by a loud bang.

Gao Yang felt dizzy, saw stars, and experienced severe ringing in his ears.

Gao Yang lost consciousness for a split second, but in just a moment, he forcefully drove his right knee into his enemy’s abdomen.

Since the moment he grabbed the enemy’s gun, Gao Yang was too close to his enemy to use a groin kick.

Then, making the same headbutt choice as his enemy, Gao Yang ended up face-to-face with no space for a groin kick, so he chose the knee strike as the only option.

In close combat, one doesn’t have many choices, and again, Gao Yang and his enemy made the same choice.

Gao Yang felt his knee hit hard against the enemy’s abdomen, but at the same time, he felt a sudden intense pain in his stomach.

The excruciating pain brought both Gao Yang and his enemy to the ground together.

As they fell, they were still hand-in-hand, except Gao Yang fell to his right side, and his enemy correspondingly fell on his left side.

Gao Yang, in severe abdominal pain, truly lacked the strength for a follow-up attack, but fortunately, his enemy, too debilitated by the pain, was also powerless.

When Gao Yang forcefully opened his eyes, which were shut from the pain, he found his enemy grimacing in pain and also opening his eyes.

Then Gao Yang let out another roar, his right hand struggling to break free from his enemy’s control, to stab the Punch Spike into his enemy’s eyes.

As his right hand struggled, Gao Yang kicked out violently, his knees jerking around, and his enemy did likewise.

They fought like brawling children, their actions causing their legs to entangle and hurt immensely from the heavy impacts, yet neither could incapacitate the other.

Gao Yang’s enemy tried to bend his right hand, attempting to aim the gun at Gao Yang’s head, while Gao Yang’s knuckle-duster inched closer to his enemy’s eyes.

Gao Yang kicked wildly, his head leaning back hard, but he found he couldn’t stop the muzzle from getting closer and closer to his head.

“Ha, pff.”

In desperation, Gao Yang suddenly spit forcefully at his opponent.

Although it didn’t hit his enemy’s eyes precisely, his opponent instinctively closed his eyes and turned his head to one side.

Gao Yang didn’t even know what he was thinking, his mind was actually a blank slate, and he truly hadn’t thought of anything.

The moment he sensed a lessening of the pressure from his opponent’s right hand, Gao Yang’s left hand pulled the enemy’s right hand towards the side of his own head, and with his right arm braced against the floor, he struggled to arch his body up.

This brought the muzzle of the enemy’s gun past his ear.

Twisting his face, he moved his mouth towards the enemy’s gun-holding thumb and bit down hard.

With his face pressing against the barrel of the gun, the muzzle was just a little bit behind his ear, but the bullets fired couldn’t reach his head anymore.

Biting down, he clamped onto the enemy’s thumb.

Gao Yang felt a strong taste of blood in his mouth, and then heard a crisp crack.

“Ahh!”

After a particularly shrill scream, a series of gunshots rang out beside Gao Yang’s ear.

Suddenly, he could hear nothing at all from his left ear.

In pain, the enemy’s right hand, under the influence of severe pain, involuntarily clenched harder and fired three shots in a row.

But at the same time, Gao Yang also felt the pressure on his right hand ease up.

He thrust out the Punch Spike with all his might, followed by another piercing scream.

Gao Yang had driven the Punch Spike into his opponent’s left eye, and then, he felt the strength in both of his enemy’s hands greatly diminish.

Gao Yang pulled his left hand back, reached for the gun slide, and effortlessly took the gun from his enemy’s hand, though the action of pulling it backward caused the gun to fire off another bullet.

The thumb is crucial for a person; without it, many intricate tasks cannot be performed.

Gao Yang’s enemy had a broken thumb, and although it wasn’t completely severed, it had completely lost its ability to control.

Gao Yang, with the gun now in his possession, used the momentum from seizing the weapon to place the gun behind him on the ground.

Halfheartedly reaching with his left hand to the gun grip, he picked up the gun, swiftly turned the muzzle around, and shot his enemy in the face.

After the gunshot, Gao Yang’s opponent immediately ceased all movement.

Pushing the enemy away forcefully, he transferred the gun to his right hand, then with his left, he fetched a new magazine from the enemy’s waist.

As Gao Yang lay on the ground, turning over, he ejected the empty magazine, inserted the new one with a click, and while chambering a new round into the now reloaded Glock, he turned his face toward the door.

The door was still closed.

The struggle on the ground had been intense but brief, lasting perhaps only a dozen seconds at most.

It doesn’t take long, just a dozen seconds, for others in the building to react to what’s happened, leave their rooms, and come to investigate.

Lying diagonally across from the doorway, Gao Yang aimed the gun at the closed door.

He wanted to stand up, but after trying, he found that a sharp pain in his lower abdomen prevented him from doing so.

After trying twice and failing, Gao Yang heard running footsteps, and then the door was forcefully pushed open.

A man in a suit rushed in with his gun raised, but before he could see Gao Yang lying on the floor, Gao Yang shot the man in the chest, followed by a shot straight through the center of his neck.

Two men had charged in, but the second, upon realizing that shots were fired, immediately ducked to one side and hid himself behind the wall.

Not daring to move in a panic, Gao Yang propped himself up with his left hand, keeping his aim with the gun in his right, and suddenly lunged forward, first crouching up and then darting towards the doorway.

Just when Gao Yang managed to reach one of the double doors, an arm reached out from the entrance.

The man hiding behind the wall bent his gun around and fired in Gao Yang’s general direction.

But Gao Yang had already moved from his original position, and the enemy’s bullets hit nothing but air.

Gao Yang kicked at the door, and the violently rebounding door knocked back the hand of the man outside.

Then, Gao Yang dashed out of the door, firing two shots at the enemy outside who was still turning his arm in one direction.

One shot in the chest, one in the head, two shots finished off the enemy, and after that, Gao Yang turned to look, only to see that the corridor was now empty.

The room holding Grand Ivan was at the end of the corridor, which favored Gao Yang in handling the fierce attacks to come.

Gao Yang ran back into the room with a staggering gait, first taking a submachine gun from the body carrying it, pulled the bolt back, flicked off the safety, and then darted out, aiming the gun at the staircase in the corridor.

Seeing no one coming up yet, Gao Yang dragged a body to the door, left the 1911 on the body, and then took a Glock 17 from the corpse’s hand and tucked it into his waistband.

After catching his breath and noticing that no one had come up yet, Gao Yang dragged over a second body, stacking it on top of the first at the entrance, and then took the submachine gun hanging from that corpse’s neck.

When he looked down, Gao Yang noticed that his entire left side was covered in blood, but he didn’t even have time to assess his own wounds.

Placing the second submachine gun on the ground, as Gao Yang took two magazines from the body, two more figures suddenly appeared in the stairwell he had been watching.

Gao Yang fired with one hand, hitting one person and bringing him to the ground.

Then, wielding the gun with both hands, just a single bullet sent the other – who had already opened fire on him – tumbling backward down the stairs.

After catching his breath, Gao Yang then remembered he hadn’t sent the most crucial signal.

So, panting heavily, he yelled, “I’ve got it handled, I’ve got it handled!

F**k, I don’t even know how many shots I’ve taken, you guys better damn well come quickly!” (To be continued.

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