The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 315 - 308: A True Divine Being

Chapter 315: Chapter 308: A True Divine Being

Gao Yuan had been hit by bullets before, but those instances had been either while he was stationary or when he was hit by stray bullets.

But this time was different. Gao Yuan was running fast, and the person shooting at him had taken aim before firing a single shot.

They were just a group of ordinary-looking Afghans, and although he knew they had caused significant damage to Kandahar Air Base, when had they become so formidable?

Hitting a person speeding at seventy to eighty kilometers per hour was a tall order.

"Mr. Hao calling Nemesis, just now... an old man took a shot at you, the one sitting with the gun..."

Gao Yuan immediately said, "I know, I’ve been hit."

Li Jingang stammered, "But he used a Mosin-Nagant."

"What?"

"He hit you with a single shot from that old bolt-action rifle."

So what? It wasn’t going to kill him anyway.

At that moment, Gao Yuan had already spotted the person he was looking for.

There were three of them: two old men and a middle-aged man. Then there was the old man with a telescope hanging on his chest, holding an AK, and to his left was another old man extending an old-fashioned rifle—the kind with a bolt action.

The only middle-aged man in the middle started firing at Gao Yuan with an AK.

Gao Yuan suddenly accelerated and changed direction. Bullets from the middle-aged man kicked up dust meters away from his left side, and at that moment, Whitebeard also fired. Had Gao Yuan not stopped abruptly and immediately darted to the left and charged forward, those bursts of bullets might have hit him.

But it was no concern, up close, Gao Yuan was like a god of war descended, unmatched by any.

With a snap, Gao Yuan felt his chest tremble slightly again, and to his surprise, he looked at the old man with the Mosin-Nagant rifle, only to see him actually working the bolt.

At a distance of less than thirty meters, to hit a person moving at ultra-high speed with a Mosin-Nagant?

Such a feat seemed magical.

Despite his extreme surprise, Gao Yuan had enough time to make it to Whitebeard’s side.

He came to a sudden stop, though his body still slid forward from inertia. But Gao Yuan had already reached out, grabbing the barrel and wrenching the AKM rifle from Whitebeard’s hands. As he stopped sliding, Gao Yuan sprang forward and ended up behind Whitebeard, then he wrapped his arms around him.

When Gao Yuan had grabbed hold of Whitebeard, he discovered that Whitebeard had pulled the pin on a grenade.

This was a death wish.

Gao Yuan wanted to snatch the grenade from Whitebeard’s hand, but that would mean breaking Whitebeard’s fingers, so he first discarded the bulletproof vest he was using as a shield, then knocked the back of Whitebeard’s elbow with his knuckles, pulled his hand away, and flung the grenade far from them.

Abandoning the idea of using Whitebeard as a hostage, Gao Yuan released him, dodged to the side, and delivered a powerful kick.

The middle-aged man had already aimed his gun at Gao Yuan and Whitebeard, and Gao Yuan had no doubt he would shoot. So after kicking, Gao Yuan sent the AK flying out of the man’s hands.

In a swift leap, without pausing or bothering to knock down his opponent, Gao Yuan was already in front of the old man with the Mosin-Nagant.

An old and lengthy rifle was clearly not ideal for close combat. But as Gao Yuan ran in an arc, about to disarm the third old man, he saw the old man raise his hand in a wave.

Before Gao Yuan could react, his eyes stung, and in the split second that he closed them, he felt resistance on his body, followed by a loud gunshot next to his ear.

The Mosin-Nagant rifle was aimed at Gao Yuan’s stomach and fired, but the bullet still couldn’t penetrate the three layers of body armor.

The rifle was knocked out of the old man’s hands, and his right arm hung limply at his side, but his left hand still reached for the bullet belt on his chest.

Gao Yuan’s eyes were painfully blind, he couldn’t see anything, and he was panicked because this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Forcing his eyes open against the pain, Gao Yuan’s vision was blurred by tears, yet he still saw the old man in front of him raising something towards him.

"Dammit!"

Gao Yuan was truly anxious, as he was in grave danger, and his threat was coming from an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties.

Hit three times in a row by the same person, and with an outdated Mosin-Nagant at that.

This old man had to be dealt with; the negotiation could fail, but death here was not an option.

For the first time, Gao Yuan felt an intense sense of danger, as nothing was comparable to his life, therefore, he decided it was time to kill.

It had to be done, but just then, the old man in front of him fell back stiffly, and Gao Yuan reached out to grab hold, only to catch a headscarf.

Had he actually escaped?

If it weren’t for his blurred vision, Gao Yuan’s strike wouldn’t have missed because he would have adapted his movements to those of his enemy, but this time, he didn’t see his enemy’s move, so he couldn’t change tactics in time.

If he hadn’t missed, Gao Yuan’s punch could have directly smashed the old man’s head, but now all he had hit was the old man’s headscarf.

The kind wrapped into a strip and placed atop the head, very common among the Afghans, especially the elderly.

Now it was truly dangerous; Gao Yuan didn’t linger or intend to find more trouble with the old man, his priority was to protect himself.

Gao Yuan wiped his eyes with his hand and then, for safety, he jumped forcefully into the air.

Why jump into the air? Because Gao Yuan didn’t want to get hit, and with his eyesight unclear, if he ran into a rock while running quickly, that would be extremely dangerous.

Gao Yuan leapt at least ten meters high, then he quickly wiped his eyes in midair.

While his eyes were still painfully stinging, having wiped away the blinding tears, Gao Yuan could at least make out the current situation.

Whitebeard and the middle-aged man gazed at Gao Yuan with utter astonishment, while the old man with the Mosin-Nagant rolled to the side.

Dumbfounded, speechless.

Gao Yuan landed from the air, and the Mosin-Nagant old man rolled to the side, immediately grabbing the AKM Gao Yuan had dropped on the ground.

Gao Yuan hit the ground, the Mosin-Nagant old man picked up the rifle, he leaned back, curled up his left leg, and draped his right leg over the left, as if lying down with his legs crossed.

But the old man rested the rifle on his leg, Gao Yuan rushed over, and the old man nudged the barrel of the gun with his foot, firing once again.

Gao Yuan charged forward, he kicked out with his foot, not that he didn’t want the old man’s life, but he didn’t have the time.

Pop pop, the first bullet hit Gao Yuan in the abdomen, the second bullet hit his stomach, before a third bullet could be fired, Gao Yuan grabbed the barrel with one hand, yanked it forcefully, and tossed the old man’s gun away.

With just a stomp, this old man would be dead beyond any doubt.

Yet to be shot a fourth time, to have taken five bullets, all from the same old man.

So Gao Yuan stomped down hard.