Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 352 - 336: All Onboard

Chapter 352: Chapter 336: All Onboard

"I have surrounded the enemy, do not come."

Gao Yi truly thought so.

It was so arrogant it was exasperating.

But for Gao Yi, his best weapon at the moment was the hand grenade, and all the enemies were confined to a small area. All he needed to do was toss the hand grenade near them without worrying about collateral damage.

If Donkey led his men to charge right through the middle and got tangled up with the enemy, then Gao Yi would actually find it troublesome.

The enemy had originally concentrated most of their forces near the staircase, situated at a distance that was out of the hand grenade’s lethal range yet close enough for rapid, concentrated gunfire.

It was hard to say whether the enemies were more chaotic or panicked, but Gao Yi’s sudden attack on their flank inevitably forced them to divert their attention.

Unsure of how many men Gao Yi had, the enemy opted to respond with the strongest posture they could muster.

Two-person or three-person fireteams were the most commonly used tactical units in indoor combat, as crowded spaces limited the maneuverability of larger groups.

Gao Yi had just eliminated a three-person fireteam and killed another three-person fireteam’s leading assault rifler with a hand grenade. Now, the two remaining enemies were hiding behind a door, each aiming their guns at Gao Yi’s position, blocking the corridor and ready to shoot Gao Yi the moment he appeared.

Gao Yi had memorized the approximate location of the enemies.

It wasn’t far, just about ten meters.

Now, they were momentarily at a standoff, but this stalemate wouldn’t last long, only a few seconds. The enemy would soon make a move; two would provide cover, and two would advance to aggressively take down Gao Yi.

This was the only option in indoor combat, a globally recognized tactic used by everyone.

But Gao Yi uncharacteristically didn’t use this tactic, not due to a lack of manpower, but because he simply didn’t know it.

For indoor battles, Gao Yi had his own understanding and his own methods.

Confirming the enemy’s location, he mentally adjusted the hand grenade’s preset timer, then loosened his fingers to let the handle of the hand grenade pop open in his palm.

Holding the hand grenade loosely, he silently counted to five. Right when another second would have caused the hand grenade to explode in his palm, Gao Yi suddenly swung his hand. His body remained behind cover, only his arm swiftly waving once, briefly exposing itself to the enemy’s view.

The hand grenade traveled quickly with a straight trajectory, exploding in mid-air without touching the ground or hitting a wall, just moments before the timed fuse triggered the blast.

Though it was less than a meter off the ground, the explosion occurred mid-air.

A defensive hand grenade, designed to produce a substantial amount of shrapnel.

A loud bang followed, then came a painful yell, soon joined by another voice crying out in agony, "I’ve been hit!"

It was the first voice outcry indicating a hit, the voice sounding quite young.

Gao Yi didn’t rush to move; instead, he picked up another hand grenade. But this time, instead of holding it in his hand and letting time pass, he immediately threw it.

The hand grenade hit the floor, clattering and skidding forward.

Gao Yi instantly grabbed another hand grenade, released the handle and, clutching the grenade, he charged out.

Someone roared, "Hand grenade!"

Given the intimidation from the previous two grenades Gao Yi had thrown, this grenade made everyone instinctively want to dodge.

Those blocking the corridor couldn’t help but flinch, opting not to shoot immediately.

Utilizing this brief moment, Gao Yi left the room he was hiding in and charged down the corridor. Meanwhile, the enemies had vacated their shooting positions.

As the hand grenade skidded and hit the wall, it exploded harmlessly in a completely non-threatening spot. This demonstrated the advantage of offensive hand grenades—Gao Yi, still in the hallway, didn’t need to worry about being hit by his own grenade’s fragments.

A defensive hand grenade could effectively kill within a fifteen-meter range. Where the shrapnel landed was entirely up to luck, so anyone within the lethal range had to take cover when a grenade was thrown.

Gao Yi knew whether he was using defensive or offensive grenades, but the enemy couldn’t tell, which allowed him to capitalize on the moment they had to take cover.

This time, however, Gao Yi threw a defensive hand grenade.

The greatest advantage of precise grenade throwing was being able to target a very confined area. Others might throw a grenade to a general location, but Gao Yi could aim for the most damaging spot.

Maximizing the already considerable power of the hand grenade, increasing accuracy brought a qualitative leap in effectiveness.

Put simply, in other’s hands, a hand grenade was just like a conventional bomb thrown with a general impact area, but with Gao Yi, that hand grenade became a laser-guided bomb, hitting precisely where it was directed.

The hand grenade flew through a narrow angle into a room, then with a loud bang, blasted the enemy hiding behind the door clearly out, leaving them laying crisply on the ground.

Three people opened fire; Gao Yi rapidly retreated and then felt a bullet hit him.

His bullet-proof vest saved his life, the bullet striking him right in the chest.

The enemies’ overall level was quite commendable, much stronger than those Gao Yi had encountered before. Though they had missed the best opportunity to fire, the fact that they could hit Gao Yi, moving at high speed, indicated their excellent gun skills and quick reflexes.

Being hit by a bullet reminded Gao Yi not to be too arrogant. The enemy wasn’t just fodder that couldn’t strike back; this wasn’t Africa, either.

Still, Gao Yi was born with a big, albeit somewhat crooked, heart.

Ordinary people would be scared to death, or nearly scared to death under these circumstances, but Gao Yi, who had been shot, started to get excited instead.

It had been a long time since he experienced such a surge of adrenaline, unbeatable in combat, only feeling a sense of crisis when many guns were pointed at his head, ready to blow it off at any moment.

Gao Yi slid his hammer back to his waist and took a Hand Grenade in each hand.

Using his old trick, he didn’t step out but threw one Hand Grenade first. However, at the same time, Gao Yi was already holding the second grenade in his hand lightly.

Hearing the Hand Grenade explode with a thunderous bang, Gao Yi immediately darted aside. His prediction was correct—the enemies, after enduring several explosions, thought they had figured out his throwing pattern. This time, after the Hand Grenade was thrown, two men did not retreat inside but kept their guns aimed at the door frame, waiting for Gao Yi to appear.

But this time, Gao Yi didn’t go out; he quickly threw the second grenade.

The two grenades exploded one after the other, but in a very short interval and the first grenade exploded upon hitting the ground, while the second exploded in mid-air.

The destructive power of a grenade exploding on the ground versus in the air are completely different concepts. The enemies were not unaware, but they had never imagined that someone could use Hand Grenades so fancily.

The second grenade hit the attacking enemies squarely—not just one or two, but all four tasked with dealing with Gao Yi were caught within the blast range of the grenade.

There were screams, and gunshots followed, but firing at that moment was nothing more than shooting blindly.

Gao Yi groped at his chest, only finding one more Hand Grenade. He ripped it out and charged forward holding just that one grenade.

Two men had fallen without firing. One crawled back into the room while another lay sideways on the ground, his upper body outside the door, firing at Gao Yi with one hand.

But a glance at the direction of the muzzle was enough to tell that the shooting was wildly off target and posed no threat.

Gao Yi ran straight at the enemy who was firing, covering the short distance in seconds. During his run, he threw his last grenade—the ground targeted grenade exploding right next to the enemy’s head lying on the ground, instantly killing the shooter.

The number of enemies was unpredictable, sometimes more, sometimes less, but now, there was no one capable of fighting in front of Gao Yi.

Gao Yi, while running, drew his hammer again, twirled it gracefully in the air, gripped the handle, bent forward, his left hand seizing a gun barrel from an enemy on the left, his right hand smashing a face with the hammer.

Gao Yi released the hammer again. It twirled in the air, and he grabbed its head.

The head of the hammer was slippery.

Holding the hammer head, he slid the handle back into the belt at his lower back.

The problem with the hammer was that one end was too big, forcing it to be stored head up when put away.

Gao Yi slung his rifle over, caught the butt with a smack of his right hand, and aimed the rifle.

This was a stockless rifle, not to Gao Yi’s liking, but now with no enemies nearby, and no more Hand Grenades or pistols to use, he couldn’t possibly continue charging forward wielding a hammer.

At that moment, a new enemy appeared.

The two faced each other, meeting in the corridor.

Gao Yi fired first as he ran towards the enemy, startling the suddenly emerging enemy half to death.

Of course, dust from the explosions had covered the entire ground floor of the corridor, but the concentration varied—the farther from the explosion point, the lower the density. Moreover, as time passed, the dust was no longer a hindrance to the visibility of night vision devices.

Gao Yi fired, and the enemy fired too, but as Gao Yi had fired first, the enemy, in extreme panic, fired while retreating.

Gao Yi hit the enemy, he was sure he struck the enemy several times, but the enemy before him could still move.

Gao Yi didn’t know if he was hit, but his speed was unaffected.

The gun was impressively effective, and Gao Yi fired no more than ten bullets before pulling the trigger again to find the rifle unresponsive.

Without time to think, Gao Yi in his dash moved his left hand forward, grabbed the hot barrel, and violently swung the rifle.

The enemy instinctively raised his gun to block, the plastic stock hitting the enemy’s weapon. Without pulling out his hammer or kicking, Gao Yi simply used his charging momentum, dipping his shoulder to barrel into the enemy.

The enemy flew backward.

And at that moment, Gao Yi saw at least ten people.

There was no stopping them this time, but Gao Yi, using the recoil, twisted his body and immediately leaped into a nearby room.

Instantly, gunshots blared, bullets completely enveloping the space where Gao Yi had just been.

The gunfire suddenly ceased, showing the enemies’ quick reaction time, emptying their bullets into the air—a typical move only Africans would make.

Then, Gao Yi heard a desperate shout.

"Falke!Is that a ghost!"

Ungraspable, uncatchable, and unkillable, Gao Yi really seemed like a ghost at that moment.

Following that, someone angrily exclaimed, "Don’t get close, blow him up!"

It wasn’t about the enemies’ willingness to approach; now it was Gao Yi who first used several Hand Grenades to blast the enemies into disarray, creating the opportunity to approach and strike. So it was Gao Yi’s tactic, Gao Yi’s choice, not the enemy’s.

The enemies had no more options, and the timing was ripe.

Gao Yi whispered, "Go, everyone go!"

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