Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 296 - 282: Just Once

Chapter 296: Chapter 282: Just Once

One must understand a principle when involved in the Underworld.

No matter how broad your connections or how solid your relationships, when it comes to life-threatening moments, they’re useless—being able to fight is always the most solid principle.

All this talk of Hurricanes and Tornados is also useless.

"Destiny, this is freaking destiny!"

Gao Yi yanked a Hand Grenade, then he cursed menacingly, "I am now called Wind Knight!"

The nickname Wind Knight was chosen randomly, but exactly because it was chosen on a whim, unrelated to Freedom Wind, it made it seem all the more prescient.

Wind Knight—riding the wind, isn’t it?

The moment gunfire erupted at the doorway, everyone had already started to raise their guns. Khalid pulled out a pistol from his embrace, yelling as he dashed out.

With a bang, the explosion was not intense, but the loud noise blasted Khalid accurately as he rushed out.

Khalid fell with his back to the sky, and in the instant Khalid fell, three more Hand Grenades were thrown in beside him, exploding one after another.

Gao Yi wasn’t worried about Khalid being killed by the blasts, because they were Shock Bombs, which lacked lethal power.

Then, when Gao Yi started to rush out, he saw a gunman with an AK shouting as he charged out, but after only two steps, a spray of blood burst from his back, followed immediately by a cloud of blood exploding from his head, and the gunman fell forward while running.

Two shots—first to the chest, the second a headshot, powerful, coming from a rifle, and it had to be a caliber above 7.62.

The problem was, Gao Yi didn’t see where the enemy was. He only saw someone killing an armed fighter under Khalid with two shots. If the bullets were fired by the same person, then he was using Mozambique shooting technique.

Mozambique shooting technique—derived by Americans from experiences during the Mozambique civil war—entails shooting twice at the torso to rapidly incapacitate the target, followed by a shot to the head to ensure instant lethality.

But the Mozambique method typically uses a pistol, whereas from the gunshot victim’s reactions, the enemy seemed to use a rifle.

Using a rifle but still adopting the Mozambique method implied that the enemy was employing tactics suited for heavily armored targets.

Using a medium to large caliber rifle with armor-piercing bullets ensured maximum penetration through Bullet-Proof Vests. However, the strong penetration power of armor-piercing bullets leads to poor stopping power, which is where the rifle Mozambique method becomes useful.

Shoot the torso first—regardless of whether the target is dead, ensure the target can’t retaliate immediately, then quickly follow with a headshot.

An expert shows their skill immediately.

Just moments ago, Gao Yi was weighing what kind of force and how many men the enemy had, but when the real attack began, it only took a moment for Gao Yi to go from feeling no pressure to feeling powerless—the situation changed that fast.

But what troubled Gao Yi the most right now was that casualties had already occurred on his side, yet he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the enemy.

Being unfamiliar with even the basic layout of the terrain, the battle would be tough.

From the direction of the bullet that hit the recent victim, the enemy was roughly on the front left side, at about eleven o’clock.

In the room, Gao Yi threw a Hand Grenade without even considering whether it might hit friendly forces.

Only when the Hand Grenade exploded did Gao Yi dare to dash past the doorway—he had no plan to exit, just to lean against the door, trying to catch a glimpse of the situation outside using the split-second flash.

Outside was a small courtyard.

To the right were operating rooms, with an unknown number of people inside, and further right, there were other rooms, although their purpose was unclear.

There were also rooms to the left, and at this moment, intense gunfire was coming from a room on the left—Khalid’s men were shooting, but due to the angles, Gao Yi only knew there were rooms on the left, not the size of the rooms or even the orientation of their doors.

Khalid had fallen less than two meters in front of the doorway of the room where Gao Yi was. He hadn’t been killed by the explosion. If nothing unexpected happened, it was because the Shock Bomb exploded too close and directly knocked him out.

Though it was a small courtyard, it was still a confined space, and the acoustic design of the surrounding walls was enough to allow the Shock Bomb to have its intended effect. Meanwhile, Gao Yi and the others inside, though also shaken to the point their ears rang, were not stunned.

Gao Yi only saw people at the exit of this shelter.

The shelter was roughly in a returning shape, with the exit being a narrow alley about two meters wide. The shelter itself was a bungalow, but next to the street, there stood five to six story buildings, leaving a passage underneath for people to pass through.

Logically, there must be Khalid’s men stationed on the high buildings on the outward-facing side of the shelter.

At the entrance, stood a man with a rifle, wearing a Bullet-Proof Helmet and Heavy Armor, with two others behind him. The three men, each pointing their guns in different directions—even though there were only three men with three guns, they entered as if it were an unguarded territory and even cornered Gao Yi and his men.

Gao Yi swayed slightly. As his body ghostlike shifted from the left to the right side, a bullet whizzed in, grazing the right door frame. If Gao Yi had been even slightly slower, the left half of his torso would definitely have been blown off.

It was only because Gao Yi moved with inhuman speed that he avoided this shot.

In his life, Gao Yi had never seen such an incredible gunman.

Only ten meters apart, logically it was a simple matter of throwing a Hand Grenade, but now, Gao Yi felt that even throwing a grenade could risk getting his arm shot.

He hadn’t thrown the hand grenade, but just as Gao Yi flashed past, already hiding behind the door, he instinctively reached out and scooped something out of thin air.

A stroke of genius, a divine intervention.

There were three enemies, the one in the forefront single-handedly held everyone at bay with his gun, but the one behind him was in the midst of throwing a hand grenade.

To strike meant to strike together, instantly using the strongest firepower. The battlefield wasn’t a turn-based game where you shoot once and I return fire; therefore, while the front man shot, the one behind threw the hand grenade.

And with this blind scoop by Gao Yi, he had managed to snag the shadow he hadn’t even seen clearly when he dashed past.

The time-triggered fuse hadn’t reached its mark, and the impact trigger hadn’t hit anything solid, but with this scoop, Gao Yi had miraculously caught a hand grenade out of nowhere.

A long and slender grenade body, it was a shock bomb, not an offensive grenade, and certainly not a defensive one.

Without a second thought, Gao Yi threw the shock bomb back out.

Then there were three successive explosions; the first to blow up was the building immediately to Gao Yi’s left—two explosions—followed by the third, which was the shock bomb Gao Yi threw back.

In the blink of an eye, the offense and defense switched twice.

A flash, a scoop, and a throw—how long could that have taken? Just as Gao Yi had executed the biggest miracle of his life, Lucy was just finishing her combat preparations.

Lucy wasn’t afraid to die. In fact, she was somewhat reckless.

Lucy was about to charge out with her gun, but Gao Yi, having glimpsed this, knew it would be certain death for her, so he yelled in horror, "No..."

Feng Biao gave Lucy a shove and then barked, "Hand grenade!"

Throw the hand grenade, throw it diagonally, don’t go out, going out means death.

A moment ago, the situation was calm, and Gao Yi could boldly declare himself the Wind Knight.

At this moment, Gao Yi felt he could be killed any second, surrounded by three enemies.

Gao Yi pulled several hand grenades from his person, defensive ones that could produce a large number of fragments, then flung them with his right hand towards the back, not daring to use a more precise throwing method.

He threw four hand grenades, but couldn’t ensure they would land through the narrow door, and at that moment, Li Jie remarked with extreme astonishment, "They’ve been using shock bombs all along!"

Until now, the enemy hadn’t used lethal grenades, whether offensive or defensive; they just hadn’t used them.

Too overconfident; they were clearly coming to capture targets alive.

Just then, Feng Biao turned and aimed his gun at the wooden planks at the tunnel exit, and he urgently said, "Watch out here!"

The enemy was too fierce, whether a hurricane or a tornado, simply too intense.

The ten people heading towards the other end of the tunnel couldn’t hold them back; absolutely couldn’t.

But just then, the entire house was shaken, a thunderous noise erupted, and the house began to fill with dust, so much dust that it obscured visibility.

It was the bombs on those people that had been detonated; a hand grenade definitely couldn’t produce such a massive impact.

And in that instant, with the dust swirling and the loud bang enough to momentarily distract everyone, Gao Yi didn’t blindly throw his fifth hand grenade.

Gao Yi leaped instead.

He couldn’t bend or crouch because that would make it easier for the enemy to shoot him in the head.

So Gao Yi leaped, not very high, but he risked being hit in the abdomen or legs rather than let someone instantly shoot him in the head.

Even if being shot meant death, as long as it wasn’t in the head, Gao Yi would have a chance to throw a precise hand grenade.

This desperate gamble paid off.

Once more he dodged, and in the instant he flashed past the doorway, Gao Yi had already nearly completed the throwing motion, sending the hand grenade accurately and swiftly flying towards the three men still blocking the alley entrance.

Gao Yi landed, and bullets whizzed past his back; in that moment, Gao Yi could even feel the profound and intense shockwaves, the shockwaves generated by bullets tearing through the air.

The hand grenade exploded.

With a thunderous blast, Gao Yi didn’t need to look; he knew where the grenade had landed, so upon landing, he drew his gun, intentionally rolling his body to the right.

As he aimed his gun at the enemy, Gao Yi saw that his enemies had finally been forced to change their gun direction. Even if the hand grenade hadn’t killed them, it had certainly incapacitated them enough to keep them from continuing the fight for a while.

At least, at least, it would prevent the enemy from maintaining a ready-to-fire stance.

All he needed was this momentary chance; Gao Yi aimed at the enemy in the forefront, at the head, and continuously fired, continuously pulling the trigger.

It didn’t take long, the shift from offense to defense was instantaneous, life and death, victory or defeat, all hinged on this moment.