Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 198 - 186: Struggle

Chapter 198: Chapter 186: Struggle

Lucy was too powerful.

As an assassin, especially one who approached targets through seduction, Lucy’s abilities were simply wasted, a blatant squandering of her potential.

Assassins needed to approach quietly, and leave just as silently, in a job where exposure meant failure. An assassin like Lucy, who went in guns blazing, simply did not exist. Even on the rare occasions when someone like that appeared, they were of little use.

Her remarkable gun skills, combined with a fearless attitude, allowed her to control the situation as soon as she took her position at the door, first dispatching the two most conspicuous men with a couple of shots, followed by another two who dared to move, and then one more bullet to blow the face off anyone who subconsciously tried to aim and fire back.

Ten men, all clad in bullet-proof vests and helmets, sat in the living room. They could react to any outside disturbance and engage in time, thus they were not always on edge, ready to shoot at any moment.

When Lucy burst out with Gao Yi, they faced a security team caught completely off guard, rather than one with guns aimed and fingers on the triggers.

Their opponents took a second or two longer to open fire, and that slight delay allowed Lucy to easily take control.

"Nobody move!"

Lucy’s voice wasn’t loud, but the remaining five really didn’t dare to move.

While Lucy took control of the situation, and as she shouted for no one to move, Gao Yi directly hurled himself into the dining room from the living room.

It was a dive of a starving tiger pouncing on its prey.

Several people turned in astonishment toward Gao Yi.

In Gao Yi’s right hand was a blood-drenched hammer, his face calm and expressionless, "Don’t move, or you will face my..."

Lucy could control the scene because she was holding a gun and would shoot anyone who moved, firing immediately at the slightest motion to create shock and awe.

However, Gao Yi wielding a hammer simply lacked that intimidation.

The four bosses really didn’t move; they just froze, not out of fear but because they were dumbfounded by the sudden bizarre turn of events.

The people behind the bosses, however, were not all bodyguards; though two were both assistants and bodyguards.

Reaching for their guns, they figured Gao Yi with the hammer wouldn’t be hard to handle.

Gao Yi was forced to act violently.

He rushed to the dining table, grabbed a plate, and flung it while simultaneously jumping onto the table. With a swing of his hammer, he exploded the head of one bodyguard who was reaching into his jacket, then with a downward kick, hit another directly in the face.

With the advantage of height from standing on the table, and the convenience of everyone important being seated making them easy focuses, Gao Yi was ideally positioned to strike anyone daring to move—extremely convenient and exceedingly close.

Mu Tianwen shivered as he watched.

And the most astonished were the CIA operatives.

Gao Yi still didn’t know their names, but it had ceased to matter.

Three CIA agents were already dead, and now the highest-ranking one must die as well.

After controlling the situation, and apparently having everyone hostage, Gao Yi spun around and delivered a powerful kick right at the CIA chief’s face.

Being higher up also had its disadvantages, namely that striking was difficult.

But Gao Yi was very confident in this kick; so far, very few could dodge his strike, only countable on one hand, and all were well-known Kung Fu masters.

From the start, this CIA man hadn’t been straightforward. After Gao Yi suddenly appeared, the man showed no signs of panic or shock, so after Gao Yi had killed two men, he didn’t pause but struck directly.

Gao Yi was not careless; he merely underestimated this middle-aged CIA man with a significant rank.

Gao Yi’s kick missed entirely.

The CIA chief and his chair toppled backwards, and Gao Yi’s kick hit thin air.

Turning, kicking, missing, stepping half forward with a small jump, the next move was to leap from the table, aiming to crush his downed target’s back with his knees.

But in an empty kick, Gao Yi saw his opponent raise his left hand while drawing a handgun with his right.

It was really not good to be higher up because Gao Yi couldn’t use his most powerful hammer.

A thud—a chair hitting the ground.

A crack—a gunshot.

The CIA man lay on the floor, as he fell back along with the chair. He fired at Gao Yi who was on the table.

Gao Yi bent backward heavily, his waist as if boneless.

Not shot, not hit by a bullet.

Gao Yi had stomped on the table with his right foot and powerfully kicked forward with his left, leaning back into a bridge, rapidly folding himself backward in a split-second change of move.

Gao Yi didn’t fall on the table.

The bullet skimmed the front of his hair on his forehead.

Only then did Gao Yi let himself fall onto the table, as going down was quicker than shooting up.

Landing on his back.

His mind a blank.

Such quick, accurate shooting?

No time for thought, no margin for error; it was instinct, fragments of thoughts speeding through his brain. Before Gao Yi could decide what to do, his body had already reacted.

Turning, he fell off the table’s edge, and as Gao Yi voluntarily jumped down, two gunshots rang out, leaving two bullet holes on the table.

Gao Yi landed prone; the CIA man kicked the dining table legs, pushing himself and the chair back.

The carpet on the floor, being thick, didn’t allow him far.

The CIA man turned on his side, his legs leaving the chair, twisting to better shoot; he faced left.

And Gao Yi, falling from the table, landed face-down, though his legs faced the CIA operative, landing in a tremendously disadvantageous position.

After hitting the ground, Gao Yi didn’t turn over, didn’t look back, didn’t get up. Instead, he lay there pushing himself backward with his hands, kicking out as he propelled himself towards his opponent.

It was like swimming kicks, only Gao Yi wasn’t moving forward but used his arms to push back.

This move wasn’t part of any technique, purely Gao Yi’s instinctual response in face of the enemy.

Gao Yi could never have anticipated that the least conspicuous man would react so quickly.

Nor did the shooter ever think Gao Yi would dodge his three bullets, that after landing, he would have a scrambling back-kicking move.

Partially turned, with his left arm supporting on the ground, his right hand needed to extend forward to adjust the gun’s aim toward Gao Yi’s head, but just as he pulled the trigger, Gao Yi’s wildly kicked leg came down on the gun.

The gun fired, the bullet hitting the ground.

But the gun didn’t leave his hand.

Gao Yi landed, but now he was in a very awkward and dangerous position, his opponent ready to fire again after only brief adjustment.

Just then, Gao Yi used all his strength, curling his legs and kicking straight at the dining table leg near him.

The table was of solid wood, large and heavy.

But Gao Yi’s kick, with the force of hundreds of kilograms, sent the table and the rug sliding backward.

Such a powerful kick, blocking unstoppable.

The CIA man tried to adjust the gun’s aim again, but Gao Yi didn’t give him a chance to fire. Immediately, as he swung again, the table leg slammed into the pistol.

The leg broke, the whole dining table sliding towards the CIA man, and the broken table leg hit powerfully against the handgun, then his arm.

With a kick, Gao Yi broke the table leg; the CIA man’s handgun stayed in his hand, but the tremendous shock numbed his right hand, tingling.

His arm pulled back, adjusting the gun’s aim once more, aiming right for Gao Yi’s head, but this time the CIA man wasn’t as quick.

Gao Yi rolled over, kicking out again with his toes, hitting the CIA man’s hand holding the gun.

The gun still didn’t leave his hand, but it fired upward toward the ceiling due to the kick.

Another shot rang out.

The CIA man decided to create distance; Gao Yi needed to close it.

So the CIA man supported himself with his left hand, starting to rise, crawling with the cooperation of his left arm and leg, moving away from Gao Yi while again aiming the gun at him.

Gao Yi flipped over, powered purely by his abdominal strength. With a spring-like action, he surged up, then lunging forward in midair, extending his right arm fully, bringing the hammer down directly on the CIA man’s gun-holding hand as his knees touched the ground.

A sound of bone cracking.

Gao Yi supported himself with his left hand, his right hand unbalanced from reaching too far, so despite being on his knees and left hand on the ground, he still uncontrollably fell forward in a face-planting flop.

But the CIA man’s right hand was now completely broken, unable to hold the gun.

The handgun finally dropped to the floor.

The CIA man didn’t cry out, didn’t yell; he just lowered his right hand, flattened his body to the ground, and suddenly his legs clamped around Gao Yi’s neck.

Gao Yi’s balance was lost to that hammer blow, and the CIA man, albeit disarmed, hadn’t lost his capability to counterattack.

So now, Gao Yi was in peril.

This was the first time Gao Yi had encountered an opponent who could continuously dodge his deadly attacks, who could unleash constant offensive maneuvers and adaptation instantly, keeping up with all his alterations and still managing to press him aggressively.

Ground techniques, clamping the head with legs was just the beginning; the CIA man bent his body, exerting force with his legs, trying to twist Gao Yi’s neck.

But the rotation angle of the legs is limited, and Gao Yi realized his neck was clamped, so he started turning his body following the direction of the exerted force.

The CIA man rotated his legs, found it ineffective, immediately bent his body, pulling Gao Yi toward him with his legs.

And the CIA man bent over towards Gao Yi, his right arm now useless, but his left arm intact.

As long as he got close enough for his arms to exert force, it would mean strangulation.

Gao Yi half-turned his body, lifted with his left arm, rallying from the ground with his right hand reaching forward, hammering down on the CIA man’s pelvis with a smack.

Another smack, and the CIA man’s leg went limp instantly.

No cry, no grunt. The CIA man gave up pulling Gao Yi closer, instead, with his lower left leg, he kicked heavily against Gao Yi’s left shoulder.

Gao Yi jerked his shoulder to dissipate the force, only then utilizing the skill of dissipating force from his Kung Fu training.

Not thrown off, keeping his balance, not retreating, Gao Yi still supported himself with his left hand, his right hand lunged forward, and the hammer finally landed on his opponent’s chest.

Another puff sound, and the CIA man finally let out a strange cough, his previously strong force vanishing in an instant.

Gao Yi stretched forward with his left arm, supporting another half-meter forward thrust, his right hand raising lightly, the hammer finally landing on his foe’s forehead.

In a flash, like a rapid hunting hawk plummeting, with a puff sound, Gao Yi’s most formidable adversary’s head finally burst open.