The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 474 - 467: Smearing the Face

Chapter 474: Chapter 467: Smearing the Face

Satan’s performance was stunning.

Satan was Ram’s Satan, Ram was Satan’s Ram, but Satan was not just the light of Ram alone.

These guys were perfect, no matter their position or role. Then these truly strong individuals came together and formed what was known as Satan, The World’s Number One Mercenary Group.

Of a similar scale... Regardless of whether it’s a regular army or any mercenary corps, Gao Yuan really couldn’t think of anyone he knew or had seen who could be a match for Satan.

However, Gao Yuan now found something that delighted him.

Satan’s Fly was accurate with his grenade throws, but Gao Yuan was just as accurate, and he could throw a grenade to distances that Fly couldn’t possibly reach.

When it came to the skill of throwing grenades, or perhaps pitching baseballs, Fly was already at the pinnacle of humanity, but now Gao Yuan was not human.

Who is better? A grenade pitcher who throws with accuracy, distance, and speed, or one who just throws very accurately? Without a doubt, it’s the former.

Fly was definitely better than Gao Yuan in precision tasks, but brute force could work miracles, and on the battlefield, it was often enough to throw a grenade accurately into the enemy’s cover, not so much as to need grenades to hit the heads of wild chickens.

Therefore, Gao Yuan was pleased with his discovery; he felt that if he joined Satan, he would definitely be stronger than Fly.

But Gao Yuan quickly became alert, beginning to wonder why he felt proud to be able to join Satan without being a drag?

What kind of mentality was that?

"I suddenly realized that I could win any sport on Earth right now, uh, except for intellectual sports. Any ball game, any track and field, any kind of sport really, it’d be hard for me to even get second place."

Even during this charge, Gao Yuan had to jog leisurely because if he carelessly sped up, he would outpace everyone and run to the front. So, although Gao Yuan carried the heaviest load, he really had the mental energy to let his mind wander and even the leisure to chat.

And Xinghe seemed to have leisure too.

"Oh, is that so? Well, first, let me congratulate you. Chinese football is saved. Then let me randomly name a few sports for you, um, table tennis."

"No problem, I just need to practice the basics. Who could handle my smash?"

"Let me think, what about hockey?"

"Uh, hockey, I need to learn to skate first. But I think it still won’t be an issue, anyone in any sport once I’ve learned it, can’t be a match for me."

"Then you should add the prerequisite that it’s a sport you know, like racing, for example."

After thinking for a while, Gao Yuan turned to Xinghe and said, "Why do you know so much about Earth’s sports? Is this really the time for chat?"

Xinghe looked at Gao Yuan and replied, "You’re quite handsome when you’re avoiding the question, really."

Gao Yuan and Xinghe had the luxury of chatting in the back, but at the front, Gao Yang was in the most dangerous moment.

Less than a hundred meters from the main entrance of the waiting room, at this distance, any enemy could accurately hit their target, and moreover, the enemy had cover. They were hiding in the waiting room, and even if someone just popped their head out to shoot a few times, it could cause casualties to Satan.

"Big Dog, suppressive fire, Toad, Turtle, Tyrannosaurus, left side, Little Fly, me, Skunk, right side, move up!"

Big Dog suddenly lay on the ground, then his machine gun started firing non-stop, performing short bursts of fire at any corner that could potentially be used by the enemy, regardless of whether there were enemies there or not.

Grolyov was busy, while the others suddenly ran towards the waiting room.

When they were very close to the waiting room, Gao Yang suddenly shouted loudly, "Throw!"

Grenades, a dense barrage of grenades, were hurled towards the terminal building, but they were thrown with intervals, not all at once.

Fly started to throw grenades in rapid succession, Gao Yuan watched anxiously. Although he was still about a hundred meters from the terminal’s door, he could definitely throw the grenades inside as well.

But on second thought, he decided against it. Gao Yuan felt that if he joined in throwing grenades, he would disrupt Satan’s rhythm.

As expected, the grenade Fly threw exploded first, and from the flash, it was clear he had thrown stun grenades.

Once the stun grenade went off, the other grenades followed, exploding one after another; the doorway of the waiting room became engulfed in blasts. It was during that instant, while the grenades exploded and completely suppressed the enemy for a moment.

Gao Yang and Li Jinfang stood to the left and right at the entrance of the waiting room.

Those who breached first were in the most danger; there were definitely enemies inside, and if several guns, or even dozens, were aimed at the door, their appearance would certainly be met with gunfire. However, even if the grenades didn’t kill the enemies inside, they had significantly disrupted the defending forces. So, in these brief seconds, it all depended on whether Gao Yang and Li Jinfang could control the situation.

At that moment, Gao Yang switched guns. As he charged towards the doorway, he had just finished slinging his rifle on his back and now held a shotgun in his hands.

So the sound of gunfire changed; rifle shots were crisp, while shotgun blasts were dull.

The dull sounds of gunfire continued, more rapid than a shotgun might typically fire.

Then Gao Yuan realized the gunfire hadn’t stopped, but there was a problem—could a shotgun hold that many shells?

After firing at least twenty shots with the shotgun, Gao Yang suddenly drew the pistol from his thigh with his left hand, and as his right hand held the shotgun that could still fire, his left-hand pistol discharged.

Gao Yang’s performance was nothing short of ferocious.

Wherever his gaze fell, his bullets struck true. After his left-hand pistol sounded twelve times, he suddenly stopped shooting, and then Fly and Skunk immediately rushed into the waiting room behind him.

Gao Yang calmly reported over the radio, "There were many enemies, but they have all been dealt with. Clear the area and enter the waiting room, over."

In that time, Gao Yuan had already reached the entrance to the waiting room. Standing at the doorway, he looked inside: bodies were strewn everywhere. In a hall that had gathered at least a hundred people, aside from a very few still struggling, the vast majority lay silent.

The vast majority of those who were motionless shared one thing in common: their faces were a bloody mess.

In a real close-range shootout, whether it was with a shotgun or a pistol, Gao Yang had actually aimed only for the face.

Thus, even though the enemy was fully equipped with bulletproof vests, they were effortlessly defeated by Gao Yang as he closed in and smeared their faces with bullets, easily capturing a stronghold that should have been impregnable.

This made no scientific sense.

Gao Yuan thought carefully and realized that everything seemed to have happened as it should because the God of Guns, Ram, had killed all the enemies, so they had won.

But still, it really made no scientific sense.

Could a person, a real, normal human being—not a non-human like Gao Yuan with altered genetics—truly achieve a miracle that was impossible for humans?