Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 236 - 223: Decisive Strike_2

Chapter 236: Chapter 223: Decisive Strike_2

Gao Yi suddenly swung his gun barrel, two enemies burst in through the door, and he fired, but Li Jie fired at the same time, using a rifle.

Li Jie sprayed bullets, sending a horizontal line of fire just above their necks.

Gao Yi’s shot was wasted as he continued to swing his gun from right to left.

Two enemies jumped in from the left window, which was Lin Xianghua’s responsibility to cover, but as they landed one after another, there was no sign from Lin.

Gao Yi fired a third shot, hitting the enemy who landed first in the chest, then moved his gun barrel up, and the fourth shot struck the enemy’s helmet.

Despite taking two direct hits, the enemy seemed unfazed and returned fire with a burst of bullets towards Gao Yi.

Finally, Lin Xianghua fired his gun, lying on the ground and shooting upwards, hitting the enemy in the crotch and causing the man firing at Gao Yi to stagger.

Gao Yi fired at his fourth target, and the bullet hit the mark once again.

Today Gao Yi was performing beyond his usual level, his bullet striking the neck of his target, but as the enemy wavered and stumbled to the side, he still managed to spray another burst at Lin Xianghua lying on the ground.

Lin Xianghua took another hit.

"Berserker!"

Gao Yi couldn’t help but roar, but there was no response.

Why were only three people firing, where were Lucy and Feng Biao?

Feng Biao was to Gao Yi’s right; he should have been firing, but there was no gunfire coming from his position.

Lucy was on Gao Yi’s left; she should have been firing as well, but she was silent.

Lin Xianghua lay on the ground, and with his right hand, he pulled off a Hand Grenade from his chest, pulled the pin, and struggled to throw it towards the window.

He intended for it to go out the window, but Lin Xianghua lacked the strength, and the Hand Grenade clinked against the lower edge of the window. Just then, another enemy jumped in, just in time for the explosion.

Lin Xianghua nearly died from his own thrown Hand Grenade, but the enemy who jumped in shielded him from all the shrapnel.

The battlefield fell silent, Gao Yi could no longer hear anything.

Gao Yi could feel his heartbeat, thumping almost out of his chest on his right side.

This battle was different.

Gao Yi took a step forward, then saw several more Hand Grenades get thrown inside.

The moment Gao Yi decided to retreat, he was violently pulled back.

Gao Yi fell backward onto the ground, then he saw a blood-covered Feng Biao kneeling on the ground, frantically throwing four Hand Grenades outside, and then he fell forward onto Gao Yi.

Feng Biao stopped moving, Gao Yi’s legs were exposed at the doorway of the rest area, and he vividly felt the shockwave tear his trousers to pieces before it ravaged his skin.

It didn’t hurt, it didn’t itch, it just felt powerless.

Gao Yi pushed Feng Biao off and got up.

Hand Grenades were thrown chaotically in the hall by both sides, and now it was unclear who was still alive and who was dead.

"Xianyu, Xianyu!"

Gao Yi called out again, but no response came, so he raised his gun and peered out before reflexively raising his weapon as another individual also aimed a gun at him.

The other was using a rifle, and Gao Yi had a pistol, but Gao Yi was quicker.

The gun sounded, and the man fell as Gao Yi took a moment to realize that he had killed the other man while the other had not killed him.

Was he deaf?

In that instant, Gao Yi wondered if he had gone deaf, which was why he couldn’t hear his comrades’ voices, rather than them being dead.

Gao Yi didn’t slow down; he sped up, suddenly charging forward to meet the enemies rather than taking cover and firing from behind the wall.

Four more enemies came in, and ordinarily, this would be the moment that decides the victor, four men should be able to kill Gao Yi and completely take control of the battlefield, with what’s left being putting bullets in the dead.

But Gao Yi was different.

Not just different from ordinary people, but in places that are both small and chaotic, Gao Yi was a god, so yes, he was different.

The muzzle was two meters away from an enemy’s throat when Gao Yi fired a shot, then his body sank slightly, and his right foot kicked out fiercely, hitting an enemy’s thigh squarely.

With a crack, the leg of the enemy broke, and as he fell sideways, the gun went off, with the bullets flying past Gao Yi.

Gao Yi fired a shot, threw a kick, then lunged forward, crashing head-first into the enemy’s embrace. The enemy’s rifle barrel grazed his ear and went on to fire behind his head.

Gao Yi pinned the enemy to the ground, his own pistol, which he had not managed to raise, was crushed beneath him.

He bent forward, fired, the bullet hitting the enemy’s leg; his left arm propped against the ground, but it was too weak to lift him.

Gao Yi rolled, turned from prone to lying on his back, not caring about the enemy whose face was pressed against his own, he raised his gun and fired upwards, one shot hitting the enemy’s chin as he pressed the gun barrel downwards.

He bent his knees, shoved the enemy embracing him away, and fired a shot into his eyes.

The hot barrel of a rifle sagged helplessly, aimed straight at Gao Yi’s neck, but its wielder could no longer pull the trigger.

Gao Yi stood up with an agile carp flip, his movements crisp and most importantly, swift.

Gao Yi looked toward the door as the fifth man rushed in.

Gao Yi charged too, firing his gun; the shot hit the enemy, but the enemy didn’t fall, instead firing back at his head.

But Gao Yi had already bent down at the moment of firing.

The enemy used a long gun, Gao Yi a handgun; the long gun was powerful, but in close quarters, it wasn’t as quick to maneuver as a handgun.

Gao Yi fired two shots; the first hit the enemy, so did the second, and he avoided the enemy’s fatal shot in their face-to-face shootout.

Another enemy came, through the window on the right, raising his gun even before he jumped through.

At this moment, Li Jie, who had been silent, wobbly fired, killing the enemy at the window ahead of him.

How long had they fought, perhaps a dozen seconds?

But why were there so many bodies in the room, so many that there was no place to step?

Gao Yi felt the power of the handgun was still insufficient; he switched the gun to his left hand, and finally drew the hammer that had been stuck behind him.

There were too many dead bodies at the door, it was impossible to walk normally; one could either step over the bodies to get out or jump over them.

Gao Yi chose to go through the window.

Yes, Gao Yi didn’t continue to hold his position; he didn’t know why he needed to fight his way out.

With an extremely smooth and beautiful hawk flip, Gao Yi didn’t use his hands, he side-flipped directly from the left window.

Immediately upon landing, amidst the enemies, he pivoted on his left foot, swinging the hammer in his right hand down hard.

Wearing a helmet didn’t matter; the heavy hammer specialized in crushing heavy armor.

He swung the hammer vertically downward, then horizontally in a wide arc.

With his left hand, he raised the gun, his arm stinging with pain, but he lifted the gun and fired, the bullets hitting the enemy’s throat, then the nose.

Because Gao Yi had fired twice.

Two on the left, two on the right, he shot with his gun on the left, hammered on the right, and three were taken care of in an instant.

Then Gao Yi swung the hammer up, using his body to drive his right arm, like a windmill, striking heavily once more.

With a thud, the helmeted enemy fell silently.

After delivering a blow with the hammer, Gao Yi squatted down.

Dropping down was a soldier’s instinct, bending low was Gao Yi’s.

A quick scan revealed no one left outside.

Gao Yi stood up, stepped on the windowsill, and without using his hands, flipped back inside with a forward somersault.

Indescribably at ease, impossible to describe the grace and agility.

With a handgun and a hammer, right now, he was invincible.