Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 197 - 185 Silent

Chapter 197: Chapter 185 Silent

Gao Yi flashed into the room, and the three people there didn’t pay him particular attention, but they were not entirely indifferent to his presence.

There were reasons why he believed these three were experts.

First, the positions in which the three sat were very particular; they were arranged in a ’品’ shape with distances exceeding three meters between them. When their boss was in the room earlier, the three had their protected target surrounded in the middle. Anyone approaching would have to pass by one of them or between two of them.

Next, all three had thick necks.

It was not the thickness that comes with being overweight, but relative to their builds, their necks seemed somewhat thick.

Their neck muscles were very developed, which is the foundation of a strong resistance to blows—in other words, a sign of someone able to fight.

Moreover, the gaze with which these three looked at people was icy cold, devoid of any emotion. Gao Yi had only seen such a look in those who did not treat others as human beings.

Additionally, the movements of the three were highly similar; despite sitting, their postures were very alike.

Without needing any more details, these few were enough for Gao Yi to make a judgment.

Firstly, these were not spies, for their gazes were too sharp; even an ordinary person could easily detect their abnormality.

Also, it was normal for necks to be thick, but it was abnormal for all three to have thick necks. Gao Yi paid special attention to this similarity because he knew and had exchanged hands with practitioners of Iron Sand Palm.

Practitioners of Iron Sand Palm would surely have a pair of very thick, coarse hands; any true practitioner would be like this.

Therefore, these three must have practiced the same fighting skill for years, causing highly consistent physical changes.

Belonging to the CIA, practicing the same fighting skill for years, working in sync, with icy gazes and deliberate positioning—who else could be experts if not them?

To confront these three, a surprise attack was essential, but once inside the secret room, Gao Yi discovered that this would not be easy.

While eating was a common activity, only one of the three was actually eating. The other two had simple tables laid out in front of them with untouched food.

For the first time, Gao Yi felt the situation was tricky, feeling it very difficult to take on three people at once.

Abdulla was still being held further inside the secret room; these three were like jailers guarding him. However, in the current seemingly impregnable situation, ordinary people would struggle to remain highly vigilant, yet these three, even while eating, took turns—a habit that spoke volumes.

How could he quickly eliminate these three without allowing them to make a sound?

Having observed their positions, Gao Yi quickly realized he could only take out one of them instantly and then immediately turn to attack the second. But even if he could dispatch the second in a very short time, he couldn’t prevent the third from shouting, or even drawing and firing a gun.

This was troublesome.

Gao Yi casually closed the door behind him and then said to Lucy in a low voice, "You cheap woman!"

Lucy was taken aback, severely startled because Gao Yi had cursed out of the blue, completely beyond her expectations.

Gao Yi raised his voice slightly, saying sternly, "What the hell did you just do!"

Lucy was a vase, pretty to look at, brainless.

If one genuinely believed that, they wouldn’t be far from death.

Lucy’s way of thinking was just different from normal people’s, but she was by no means stupid.

Gao Yi needed the three people to come together, so Lucy would help him gather them. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know Gao Yi’s plan; she could adapt on the fly.

Lucy remained silent, her head lowered.

Gao Yi slapped her across the face with a light smack sound, Lucy’s head turned to the side, leaving five finger marks on her fair cheek.

This was an alternative use of the honey trap, exploiting Lucy’s beauty to attract the attention of the three men through their innate desire to protect.

But the three men were unmoved, seemingly blind to Gao Yi’s actions, paying no heed to the slap he had delivered.

No one made a move to stop Gao Yi; they didn’t even show a change in expression.

This wasn’t good—such a response wasn’t sufficient.

Gao Yi raised his arm again, but the three men continued watching him as though he were a clown. The one who had been eating even put down his burrito and calmly looked towards the door behind Gao Yi.

The other two remained still, their gaze on Gao Yi now tinged with caution.

Confident they could subdue Gao Yi up close without bothering with situations that did not concern them.

If the three people moved just a bit closer, with one of them changing position to be nearer to Gao Yi, he could handle all three simultaneously—then this act wouldn’t be for nought.

Yet not a single one was willing to move, rendering it completely pointless.

Gao Yi didn’t care that they were wary of him; what mattered was the physical distance he couldn’t overcome.

Lucy didn’t know what extent Gao Yi needed to go to, but she knew how to cooperate.

Seeing Gao Yi raise his hand again, Lucy knelt on the floor with a thud, and then she respectfully said, "Master, please don’t give me to them; I only want to be your slave."

This line, in fact, made no sense at all and didn’t correspond very well with the earlier slap from Gao Yi. However, Lucy’s action and her words were too impactful.

Gao Yi feigned another slap, and at that moment, at last, someone reacted as a normal person would.

"Enough!"

The man closest to Gao Yi stood up, his hand within reach of Gao Yi.

Gao Yi glanced at the man emotionlessly and then looked at him with disgust and loathing, taking two steps with his feet.

Moving away from someone who has risen and seems threatening is a very normal action. Using this action, after Gao Yi moved two steps, he finally dragged the rising man along for two steps.

Then Gao Yi slapped kneeling Lucy again, but his speed of slapping was slower.

Lucy took another slap to her face, and at that moment, the man who had stood up could no longer hold back, lunging at Gao Yi, attempting to grab his arm.

Finally, it was possible.

With two people nearly overlapping next to Gao Yi and the two steps that he took, the person who had been furthest from him was now also within striking range.

Gao Yi allowed the man to grab his arm, and then he felt a strong twisting force.

With a cry of pain, Gao Yi seemed to be forcibly dragged over.

He didn’t rush to draw his hammer. It looked like he was being pulled over, but in reality, it was he who actively moved closer.

No matter how strong the opponent is, as long as they are not as formidable as Gao Yi, he can deliver a fatal blow in one strike—that’s the greatest feature of Kung Fu.

Only in novels do two equally matched people exchange dozens or hundreds of moves.

Gao Yi pressed against the man who had a bit of heroic air, not using his legs and with no obvious movements of his hands. He simply leaned in with his shoulders, pushing directly into the large man’s chest.

Noiselessly, the man who couldn’t resist reaching out bulged his eyes in shock, while Gao Yi, like a flash of lightning upon contact, pushed the man away after a nudge, and his freed right hand whipped out the hammer from his waist.

To the left and right, Gao Yi could do it within three steps.

So after a long setup and a display of sorrowful acting, Gao Yi accomplished it.

The second step was also simple. With a tried and tested hammer strike, using the rebound force, Gao Yi swiftly flickered back, swinging the hammer sideways, directly hitting the side of another man’s head, who had his view obstructed by his comrade.

With a soft ’puff’, the man sitting down didn’t even understand what happened, slumping sideways onto the sofa.

Gao Yi sprang up as if launched, his feet like springs, propelling him towards the third man.

He must be silent, and silence requires instant lethality, even with three people—the goal was to ensure they were all dealt with within half a second.

The third man reacted extremely quickly, one could say he was the fastest to react that Gao Yi had encountered since he started out.

But the more skilled and quicker the reaction, the less likely that person would panic and scream; instead, they would try to use their strength to deal with Gao Yi.

Suddenly lifting the small table he was eating from in front of him, the man raised his right fist to strike at Gao Yi.

Gao Yi blocked with his left hand, snatched the small table out of the air, and hammered down with his right hand, smashing the hammer onto the third man’s crown without him realizing it was time to block.

Another soft ’puff’, and he was killed instantly.

Gently setting down the small table, the food fell to the floor, but the bowls and plates landing on the thick carpet made almost no noise.

Gao Yi put the hammer away, turned around, and took two steps towards the man he had just toppled, crouching down to hammer on his nose bridge.

The previous Iron Mountain Lean strike had only rendered the man voiceless, but he wasn’t dead yet; this follow-up hammer was the fatal blow.

Three men, three hammer strikes.

Lucy was still kneeling on the floor; she reached for the gun on the waist of the man who had tried to protect her and drew a classic 1911 handgun.

Racking the slide, round chambered, Lucy stood up and reached into the bosom of the lifeless body still sitting on the sofa, pulling out a second handgun.

A Glock 18.

Lucy, expressionless, walked towards the door, raised both guns, and positioned herself behind the door.

Gao Yi approached the door, grabbing the handle, ready to open it. As soon as the door opened, Lucy would fire at the dozen or so guards inside the living room, shooting whoever dared to raise a gun.

Lucy would cover for Gao Yi, who would go to the dining room to grab a few people for shields. This was the simplest and relatively safest solution.

Gao Yi was about to open the door, but seeing the two red palm prints on Lucy’s face, he suddenly raised his left hand and smacked his own face fiercely.

His right hand was holding the hammer and was inconvenient, so Gao Yi raised his left hand and gave his face another smack.

Soundless, but with Gao Yi’s strength, these two slaps were much harder than before, so much so that his face immediately swelled.

Having slapped Lucy twice, he was now returning two slaps; Gao Yi didn’t like to remain in debt.

After hitting himself, Gao Yi nodded at Lucy and then yanked the door open abruptly.

The door opened, and Lucy fired without hesitation.

Then she charged out of the room, and in those brief two steps, she had fired four shots.

Nun Berserker finally had a place to use her skills, finally coordinating with Gao Yi for the first time, fulfilling Gao Yi’s tactical concept.

Gao Yi, holding the hammer, charged towards the dining room.

The biggest threat had already been dealt with; what remained were a flock of fat lambs, easy to dispose of.

The overall situation was settled.