Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 393 - 386: Sudden Incident

Chapter 393: Chapter 386: Sudden Incident

The two of them exited the room. Upon seeing Fu’en’s miserable state, Tangmo blushed and promptly averted her eyes.

Fu’en’s complexion was ugly. He had never expected the Advance Team to catch up so quickly. He must have been betrayed, otherwise, they would not have been able to find this place. Now that he’d been shot through by Luo’er, even though it wasn’t a fatal wound, it had restricted his ability to use magic. For a mage, this was significantly devastating.

For a mage, being without their magic wand as a medium is akin to a soldier without a weapon. If they got injured and couldn’t be healed, it would basically spell their end. At least an injured soldier could still fight, but an injured mage wouldn’t dare to use magic.

"Xuzhong Qi, Wu Tairan, you lead the way. Moumou, you cover our rear!" Luo’er, with his hand on Fu’en’s shoulder, ordered the others.

"Got it!" The three of them nodded, then formed a combat formation and headed downstairs. As long as they could exit the house, they would be able to get support from the ambush team. Once they left the alley, they would be within the range of the sniper team’s support. This way, they could handle any unexpected situation.

They made it through unscathed, it seemed the most dangerous period had passed. Following the dimly lit corridor, they headed towards the faintly glowing exit. As long as they could get through it, they would be mostly safe.

However, reality always had a way of slapping you in the face just as you were getting hopeful.

Just as Xuzhong Qi was the first to exit the door, instead of the lazy sunset he expected, a volley of bullets came his way.

"Da da da!" A series of gunshots suddenly rang out from outside. Rapid and rhythmic.

Xuzhong Qi, who was caught off guard, was hit by several bullets spraying from bottom right to upper left. The others could clearly hear the dull thud made by the bullets hitting his bulletproof vest. Bullets that missed him flew inside, hitting the wooden structure and making a pattering sound.

The struck Xuzhong Qi immediately fell backward, having been hit by at least five or six bullets. Luo’er, who was quick to respond, let go of Fu’en, and with a swift motion pulled back Wu Tairan, who was just about to lean out.

"Luo’er!" Responding just as swiftly, Tangmo rushed over from behind, handed AK47 into his hands, and smoothly took out her magic wand, rushing toward the door.

"Da da da!"

Luo’er immediately sprayed bullets toward the door. At this point, the aim was not important. The key was to suppress the enemy’s firepower. Wu Tairan, who had regained his senses, also followed suit.

Relying on their own firepower, Tangmo silently recited a spell. With a wave of her wand-wielding hand, an invisible shield was instantly raised in front of her. Then, bending down, she gripped Xuzhong Qi’s clothes and forcefully pulled him back into the corridor.

When bullets hit the barrier, it was as if they were striking an unbreakable bulletproof glass. Metal fragments flying, yet unable to penetrate the barrier.

Having specialized in barrier magic at the academy, Tangmo instantly cast a three-level barrier spell, sufficient to withstand most bullets fired at close range.

While maintaining the barrier, she dragged Xuzhong Qi into the corridor. She noticed he was indeed wounded. Bloodstains smeared the floor where she had been dragging him.

The thought that Xuzhong Qi had been shot made Tangmo feel restless and complicated. Holding back these emotions, she activated a shield that covered the entire entrance, stopping the bullets from coming inside.

Luo’er replaced the magazine in his gun, then slapped Wu Tairan’s shoulder, loudly ordering, "Watch him!" pointing at Fu’en.

"Understood!" Wu Tairan nodded, reloaded his magazine, walked over, and grabbed Fu’en’s arm. Seeing the look of schadenfreude on Fu’en’s face, Wu Tairan was immediately angered. He slapped him across the face, yelling, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Luo’er shot through the gaps in the shield at the enemies outside to suppress their firing. Their firepower was fierce; Luo’er initially estimated that they were using submachine guns.

"Shit, the Hound Gang!" Luo’er cursed under his breath. At the thought of the submachine gun, he instinctively thought of the batch of Thompson submachine guns that the CIA had provided to the Hound Gang.

Tangmo dragged Xuzhong Qi to the corner of the corridor and immediately began checking his wounds, despite the corridor’s dim lighting. Luo’er, meanwhile, occasionally fired at the outside to prevent anyone outside from rushing in.

"What do we do now?" Wu Tairan, holding Fu’en, asked loudly.

"Don’t worry, there’s an ambush team outside!" As soon as Luo’er’s words fell, the gunshots outside petered down a bit. It appeared the ambush team deployed outside had begun to take action.

"Right abdomen shot, left shoulder shot, no penetrating wound, other bullets have been blocked by the bulletproof board." After checking, Tangmo raised her head to report.

"Is it serious?" Luo’er turned his head to ask.

"Not sure yet, but if we stop the bleeding, we should be fine for a while," Tangmo hesitated, then said.

"I’m fine, Captain, just bandage me up. Don’t slow down because of me," Xuzhong Qi tried to get up with difficulty and said to Luo’er.

"Shut up! Who told you to get up? Moumou, bandage him," Luo’er commanded somewhat angrily.

Though he was a bit angry, the fact that Xuzhong Qi could still talk eased Luo’er’s mind somewhat.

In Otherworld, wounds heal at a rate much faster than on Earth. In cases like Xuzhong Qi, as long as the bullet is removed through surgery and then expedited with healing magic, he can rejuvenate into a vigorous state within a week at most.

While on Earth, injuries like his would require at least two months of bed rest for full recovery. Although Otherworld’s medical knowledge is not superior to Earth’s, the healing process in Otherworld makes the Earth’s medical science seem deficient by comparison.

Tangmo’s treatment was straightforward, simply preventing the blood flow. She filled the wound with gauze and then securely sealed it with tape. Xuzhong Qi’s wound had not reached any vital organs, so there was no need to worry about internal bleeding.

Having performed emergency treatment on Xuzhong Qi, she was covered in blood. For the first time, Tangmo felt a sense of usefulness, profoundly different from before, as if she had transcended herself.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared at the door. It was a slim man, his hands hanging down, his eyes wide and bulging as if to pop out. His mouth was gaping large, his tongue sticking out as if his mouth couldn’t contain it.

What startled Luo’er was that this was a corpse, propped up by a long sword sticking out from his neck. Yalunte pulled out the sword and then walked to the door, asking worriedly, "Everyone okay?"

"Have the people outside been dealt with?" Luo’er asked.

"Taken care of!" Yalunte nodded solemnly.

"Let’s move fast. we have an injured man!" said Luo’er.

"You guys move out, we’ll lead!" Yalunte turned around and added.

"Moumou takes the lead, ready to shield at any time. Wu Tairan, grab that guy and follow behind!" bellowed Luo’er.

"Understood!" Both of them nodded and immediately sprang into action.

Once everything was in order, Luo’er took hold of Xuzhong Qi’s arm, slung it around his neck, and helped him out of the room.

"Sorry, Captain. It’s my fault you guys..." said Xuzhong Qi, guilt written all over his face.

"Shut up, talking like that is pissing me off!" Luo’er frowned, angrily cutting him off.

"Sorry..." Xuzhong Qi murmured, and closed his mouth.

They left the house and stepped into the narrow alleyway. Zhuanzhu was not far ahead, severing a killer’s neck with a single swing. On seeing the group emerge, he immediately rushed over, asking anxiously, "Are you okay, Old Xu?"

"You two, clear the way up front! Don’t stay with us. If a fight starts again, you’ll be at the receiving end of a submachine gun," Luo’er waved his hand and shouted.

"I know!" Yalunte nodded and, patting Zhuanzhu on the arm, took the lead towards the end of the alley. Zhuanzhu looked back once at Xuzhong Qi, then grit his teeth and left.

"Yue’er, there’s a group of gun-armed men on the northeast corner, about thirty in number," Hu Daoke, peering through his binoculars, turned tense.

"I see them," Baiyue adjusted the barrel of her gun and answered flatly.

"Should we shoot?" Murong asked as he aligned his gun.

"Hold fire. Let’s see if the boss and the rest have come out yet. Shooting could give away our position, and we won’t be able to provide continuous support," advised Hu Daoke, still holding the binoculars.

"Another group’s arriving from the southwest...shit, they’re trying to surround the boss..." Hu Daoke began, shifting his gaze. Suddenly he exclaimed, "Wait, I see the boss and the others...what the hell, Xuzhong Qi’s been shot."

"Xuzhong Qi got shot?" On hearing the news, Murong was gobsmacked.

"Nevermind that now, open fire at will. I’m going to support them, make sure you guys retreat in time!" Hu Daoke shoved the binoculars into the bag, grabbed his light machine gun, and rushed down.

Baiyue kept silent. She swung her gun and took aim at a man who seemed to be the leader. After calculating the shooting angle and wind deviation, she decisively pulled the trigger.

The gunfire, like a jet of intestines, echoed, and the distant figure’s head exploded in an instant. Blood and flesh splattered as the leader fell lifelessly to the ground.

The minor leader’s death sent a wave of panic through their ranks. Immediately, Murong rested his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on the railing, one hand on the wooden firearm fore-end, and began to fire.

The muffled sounds of the silenced Type 56 echoed as one by one, the distant targets dropped to the ground. The remaining men were at a loss, oblivious from where they were attacked.

The Type 56 was notable for its high precision and manageable recoil. With the addition of its fore-grip and stock, Murong could easily control its recoil.

Unlike Baiyue, as a sharpshooter Murong needed to provide precise, concentrated fire. He needed to cover the 200-meter distance and ensure the enemy is continuously suppressed by their fire.