Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 353 - 337: Flower Hammer

Chapter 353: Chapter 337: Flower Hammer

Gao Yi wasn’t alone; he had helpers on the upper floors, vigilantly waiting for an opportunity.

Now Gao Yi was being pushed back by the enemy, and although the situation looked very dangerous, it also indicated that he had stretched the enemy’s formation, diverting their attention.

For one person to achieve this much, Gao Yi would rest in peace with a smile even if he died.

There was no shouting, no preliminary throwing of hand grenades, not even hurried running, but instead, using the gentlest possible footsteps to avoid making noise, to achieve the greatest element of surprise.

The first to rush down were the soldiers of the War Axe Mercenary Group, two men with rifles, embracing a determination to die if necessary, ready to perish together with the enemy. But when they descended the stairs, they weren’t met with a barrage of bullets.

The enemy had left four men to guard against a possible threat from upstairs, and when the two from the War Axe Mercenary Group charged down and engaged in a firefight with two of them, Donkey and Lin Xianghua followed close behind.

Battles are often a contest of momentum, and in close-quarters combat where life and death are determined upon confrontation, the impact of morale is even more distinctly highlighted.

The momentum that pinned against the War Axe Mercenary Group was gone, because those even more ferocious and fearless than the War Axe Mercenary Group had all died.

Donkey fired in short bursts, killing the first enemy he saw, then immediately realized there was no one left to exchange fire with—just a group gathered on one side of the building’s lobby, with their backs to him.

At this point in the battle, even a green recruit like Donkey knew what to do, let alone him being a battle-hardened veteran.

The most intense firepower greeted them; the gunfire should never stop. Charging forward while shooting valiantly, giving the enemy no time to react or catch their breath was the right move.

"Hand grenade!"

Donkey called out softly while continuously firing his gun. The job of throwing the hand grenades naturally fell to his comrades.

Four people fired ahead, creating chaos among the enemy while trying to inflict as much damage as possible, but the enemy dodged, returned fire, and were all wearing bullet-proof vests, so the small-caliber rifles weren’t as effective.

That’s when the successive and concentrated hand grenades played their decisive role.

A barrage of hand grenades was thrown, and while they weren’t as accurate as those Gao Yi had thrown, there were many more of them.

A series of explosions.

The British, who had maintained high morale throughout and hadn’t collapsed despite heavy losses, finally broke down completely at this moment.

In an instant, as the first person panicked and dodged to the side to flee rather than desperately counterattacking, the British resistance immediately crumbled.

Donkey ceased fire; his rifle ran out of bullets. Dropping the rifle, he did not immediately change the magazine but instead took hand grenades from his body and threw them, launching four in one breath. He then quickly reloaded a fresh magazine and resumed shooting.

Advance while attacking, quickly yet steadily pressing forward, and the enemy was either shot dead or hiding in the rooms on either side, sitting ducks. In short, they no longer had any chance of turning the battle around.

Donkey, although enjoying the fight, was extremely puzzled.

How had it become so easy to fight suddenly?

Why had the British suddenly lost the will to resist?

No, it had been the British who maintained the advantage previously; it wasn’t that they had lost their will to resist, rather that their offensive and advantage had been so suddenly eradicated.

Since Donkey had fought many battles but had never experienced such a situation, he found it strange and incomprehensible.

Did Donkey believe that Gao Yi was unbeatable in close combat?

No, Donkey would rather believe that the British had collectively lost their minds.

Just then, Donkey noticed a figure rushing quickly past him, overtaking him, charging forward with an unstoppable momentum beyond everyone.

It wasn’t the careful advance and shoot of combat but a full-on sprint.

Donkey was furious because this action of suddenly charging in front of a teammate’s line of fire was exceedingly dangerous; if not for his quick reaction, he might have accidentally shot a comrade.

Just as Donkey was about to curse out loud, he realized the person who had surged ahead was that woman.

In an instant, his desire to swear dissipated.

He truly didn’t understand why someone would bring a woman to the battlefield, especially one so strikingly beautiful.

It wasn’t that Donkey was particularly lenient towards pretty women, but rather he was simply too lazy to curse, somewhat like the resigned tolerance a veteran driver has for a novice female driver.

But to Donkey’s astonishment, this woman was not foolish, she was fierce.

Simply far too fierce.

Although she ran extremely fast, choosing two pistols over the more powerful rifles, the woman was ambidextrous, swiftly moving and still striking her enemies accurately.

Whether it was wounded soldiers who had fallen to the ground or enemies hiding in rooms, she managed to hit each target with precision as she sped by.

Nobody in the military practiced this, nor did anyone fight like this because such fighters definitely died early.

But Lucy didn’t understand any of that; she had no idea how real combat was supposed to be conducted, so she just went at her own pace.

The situation was already decided; it was now time to mow down the weakened enemy, to strike as one pleased.

Lucy was desperate to save Gao Yi.

"Where are you?"

Lucy called out anxiously for Gao Yi, who quickly replied, "I’m inside, I’ve come out."

Gao Yi announced himself first to avoid being mistakenly targeted, then he dashed out from the room he had taken cover in and saw Lucy charging toward him.

All Gao Yi had in his hand was a hammer. Upon seeing Lucy, he immediately gestured to signal her, then, as Lucy was running too fast to slow down in time, Gao Yi extended his left arm and wrapped it around her, helping her to forcefully decelerate.

With his left arm holding Lucy, Gao Yi swung the hammer in the air, grabbed the head of the hammer, and stuck the handle back into his waistband.

Then, Gao Yi smoothly grabbed a hand grenade from the loop on Lucy’s chest, turned to the right, and flung the hand grenade into a room that was still under enemy gunfire.

Lin Xianghua and Feng Biao were taking turns shooting into the room, which had at least two people taking cover. They hadn’t been able to breach it yet, but Gao Yi’s hand grenade flew through the doorway, exploded inside, and then the two of them stormed in, one after the other, and completely eliminated the remaining foes.

Donkey watched Gao Yi do all this, especially his unorthodox way of handling the hammer.

In reality, Gao Yi didn’t have the habit of showing off by twirling the hammer in his hand.

During his time as an assassin, he could keep the hammer hidden up his sleeve or casually pick up the hammer, smash two people with a hop, and then turn and leave straight away.

But today, he had no choice but to twirl the hammer with a bit of flair – wearing a bullet-proof vest, throwing grenades, wielding the hammer, and even handling a gun, he had to keep switching back and forth, which made juggling the hammer around the most convenient way.

It wasn’t about trying to look cool.

But the effect truly was quite stylish.

Donkey felt uncomfortable with it because he couldn’t manage such a feat, particularly as he found it hard to believe a hammer could be of any use in such a battlefield.

Gao Yi let go of Lucy and, in passing, took a pistol from her hand.

A Glock 19, a gun Gao Yi particularly disliked—although easy to handle, it felt too light and lacked a solid feel.

With no other gun available, he had to make do with the Glock.

Donkey hurried over to Gao Yi’s side with heartfelt concern and then adopted a protective posture toward him.

Protecting the financier was a duty every mercenary owed; in other words, protecting your sugar daddy was a choice any rational person would make.

At this moment, for some reason, Donkey really wanted to tease Gao Yi.

Looking at the Glock in Gao Yi’s hand and then at the Christmas tree pistol tucked into his waistband, Donkey suddenly said, "Why not use your own gun, hmm?"

"It jammed."

Gao Yi responded candidly, not at all embarrassed.

Donkey found pleasure in the situation and said sarcastically, "Oh? It jammed?"

"This gun isn’t meant for the battlefield, you wouldn’t understand."

Donkey’s eyes widened in shock again, and then he suppressed his discomfort and rage, saying, "But you are on a battlefield!"

By this time, they were in the final stages of clearing the area. War Axe’s men were throwing hand grenades into the last room still holding out against them.

Gao Yi glanced over and asked, "Any survivors?"

"Perhaps, but not guaranteed."

"Leave some alive, ask about the situation. Don’t kill everyone in that room."

After speaking, Gao Yi quickly stepped forward, then pulled aside a mercenary from the War Axe Mercenary Group, leaned against the door of the still-resisting room, and said in a low voice, "Surrender, don’t..."

"Falke off!"

Accompanied by a British curse, a hand grenade was thrown out of the room.

Gao Yi reacted quickly—the hand grenade had been thrown along the floor, so he simply nudged it with his foot, hooked it back, and sent the grenade flying back into the room.

He had never played soccer, but Gao Yi had played shuttlecock as a child.

As the hand grenade went off, Gao Yi twisted and burst into the room.

Gao Yi now knew no fear, but Donkey did know what fear was. He hurried to catch up, only to see Gao Yi fire two shots from a pistol at a wounded soldier lying on the ground, and with a downward smash of the hammer in his right hand, made another soldier holding a rifle instantly drop the weapon.

Unfortunately, the two shots from the left hand missed, but after knocking the enemy’s rifle away with the hammer, Gao Yi leaned forward, swung his right arm with the hammer in hand, and neatly knocked the remaining resisting enemy to the ground.

The combination of a gun in his left hand and a hammer in his right was really inconvenient, and unable to free a hand, Gao Yi turned to look at Donkey. So, he lightly tossed the pistol to Donkey, then bent down and restrained a soldier who looked mostly unharmed despite the blast.

Though shaken by the explosion, this soldier at least appeared intact with no visible blood—finding another in such good condition to speak wouldn’t be easy; they had to be treated gently.

Donkey caught the pistol tossed by Gao Yi, then handed it back to Lucy, who had followed from behind, and then asked, "Should we deal with the upcoming enemies, or should we retreat now?"