The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 448 - 441

Chapter 448: 441

Gao Yang, Ram.

Gao Yuan finally met the legendary Gao Yang.

Gao Yang was dressed in jungle camouflage, wearing a helmet and a bulletproof vest, holding a rifle that Gao Yuan had never seen before, with a shotgun slung on his back and a pistol at his waist.

Gao Yang’s youth surprised Gao Yuan, for Gao Yang appeared to be only in his thirties, definitely still within the category of a young man.

The leader of the Satan Mercenary Corps, a magnate in the underworld, a warlord or a mighty hero who commanded his own territory with people, wealth, troops, and guns; from any perspective, a big shot, the young God of Guns, Ram, was surprisingly youthful.

"My name is Gao Yuan..."

Gao Yang immediately nodded, then said with satisfaction, "So it’s you, have been waiting for you, hmm, your style is quite unique, really flashy. We saw your performance over the walkie-talkie just now, wow, quite impressive!"

"Do you have any food..."

Gao Yuan replied weakly, wanting to express his admiration for Gao Yang, but his uncontrolled speech immediately made him feel deeply ashamed.

The interrupted Gao Yang was clearly taken aback, while the person beside him said anxiously, "He’s not injured, it’s a symptom of physical exhaustion, but severe physical exhaustion can’t be resolved just by eating. Perhaps you need a stimulant?"

Gao Yuan said feebly, "No, I’ll be fine with some food, no need for stimulants."

Gao Yang raised his gun again, speaking softly, "Listen to the doctor, Panda, help him quickly regain his basic mobility."

The man called Panda grabbed Gao Yuan’s hand and pulled him up, then he spoke a few words to the chubby bald man beside him, who immediately ran towards the several casualties still being tended to.

Gao Yuan sat up, but he did not even have the strength to keep sitting, so Panda had to prop him up with a leg for support.

"Don’t move!"

Gao Yuan felt a slight prickling sensation on his neck, then he felt liquid being injected into the vein in his neck.

"This is the most effective way to quickly recover physical strength, no matter how tired you are, one shot will allow you to keep running for five hours, the cost is that you will feel weak for the following seven days, but it’s just a relative weakness."

Regardless of Gao Yuan’s wishes, the stimulant was still administered to him.

But having sat up, Gao Yuan then witnessed what was meant by the God of Guns.

Gao Yang was nearby, raising his gun, and the direction he was aiming in was visible to Gao Yuan. Then, Gao Yuan saw that wherever Gao Yang’s long gun pointed, there was a gunshot, and inevitably an enemy would fall dead.

The pace had slowed down because the enemies were initially charging, and now they were hiding, but as soon as Gao Yang briefly searched and found a target, a gunshot followed by a death occurred without fail.

"Okay, rest for a bit, and then you need to leave this place quickly."

Panda said, and then tried to pull his leg away, but as he moved it, Gao Yuan collapsed along with it.

So Panda had to support Gao Yuan once more, then he said in surprise, "Can’t even sit still? Do you have some underlying illness? It’s not just physical exhaustion that would cause this."

Gao Yuan continued to watch Gao Yang’s performance in a daze.

With every gunshot, someone inevitably died. The gunshots followed a pattern, as if Gao Yang’s gun possessed magic.

The enemies were from far and near, the furthest being six hundred meters away, the nearest being two hundred meters away, but now, only a few enemies remained at a distance.

Tanks and armored vehicles were fleeing rapidly, but they were hit one by one, catching fire and exploding.

Gao Yuan noticed a machine gunner less than twenty meters to his right, lying on the ground, manning an MG3 machine gun. The gunner’s left hand seemed to be made of metal and could only perform a few simple movements. Gao Yuan could tell this because the way the gunner changed the ammo belt was indeed somewhat slow.

But the way that machine gun fired... tsks, it was indescribable.

Even a machine gun could produce a sense of art, and Gao Yuan, as a qualified machine gunner, felt as if he was witnessing a captivating performance.

Gao Yang finally stopped firing, he had emptied three magazines, and the fourth wasn’t finished, but now the battle was drawing to a close, and the enemy could no longer mount an effective resistance.

Gao Yang did not look at Gao Yuan, but he murmured, "You’re Nemesis, aren’t you?"

"Yes, I am Nemesis."

Gao Yang let out a slight sigh, then smiled and said, "I’ve been waiting for you. So, the most important question is, where is Xinghe?"

Gao Yuan wanted to point at Xinghe, but he found he couldn’t lift his arm at all, so he could only say softly, "She’s fine, over there."

After saying that, Gao Yuan couldn’t resist and said, "I’m very hungry, completely out of energy. Do you have something to eat? Give me some food quickly, an energy bar, compressed biscuits, chocolate, jerky, anything..."

This was the second time Gao Yuan asked for food after seeing the legendary Ram.

Gao Yang looked at Panda with surprise and said, "How is it still not okay?"

Panda was also surprised and said, "The way you ask it’s like I know the answer. Any normal person would have stood up and walked away by now, but he... he’s definitely not normal. Hey, what’s the matter with you?"

Gao Yuan helplessly said, "I’m just hungry. You’re right, I’m physically overdrawn, but it’s not just ordinary exhaustion. I’ve burnt out my potential, too. A normal person would probably be dead by now, but I’m special. I just need to eat to regain my strength. You take stimulants to tap into human potential, right? But I don’t have potential left. I’m like a completely drained battery, biting it won’t help."

Miraculously, both Gao Yang and Panda seemed to understand Gao Yuan’s metaphor about the drained battery.

"Oh, it can be like that? Then... let’s inject another dose."

Panda seemed to have made up his mind, while Gao Yang shouted, "Hey, kid, don’t use people for experiments. This is humanity’s hope we’re talking about!"

Panda glanced at Gao Yang, but still plunged the syringe into Gao Yuan’s neck.

"It won’t kill him. The stimulant is mild. I want to see if he really has no potential left."

The injection was quite painful even though the needle wasn’t big and the liquid was sparse, but Panda pushed it too quickly.

By the time Gao Yuan felt the pain, the injection was already done.

Gao Yuan looked at Panda in astonishment and said, "You’re experimenting on me."

Panda looked apologetic and said, "Sorry, my hand itched."

Then Panda looked at Gao Yuan with interest, while Gao Yang said helplessly, "TMD, damn it! Panda, you really are something else."

The God of Guns, the Ram, and their medic... why are they like this?

Gao Yuan felt the towering image of the God of Guns, the Ram, crumbling in his heart.

Where was the dignity? Where was the dignity of a team leader, the dignity of a big shot?

Gao Yang squatted down and looked at Gao Yuan kindly, saying, "Well... we use this kind of stimulant frequently. Rest assured, the side effects aren’t too bad, and the most important thing is they’re not addictive. Sometimes we too take a couple of shots to hold on. Even if the side effects are severe, that’s something to consider after we survive, right?"