Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 644 - 618 Just Like This

Chapter 644: Chapter 618 Just Like This

Parsons, a battle-hardened veteran, was supposed to be the main force. He held a rifle and wore a bullet-proof vest. He had the strongest firepower and the best protection, yet when the real fight began, he seemed to be frozen, stuck motionless behind the bakery door.

Of course, his immobility lasted less than two seconds. Even if Parsons were daydreaming, it would never last too long.

Yuri was behind Parsons. Normally, Parsons should have charged out, followed closely by Yuri.

But Parsons’ momentary daze caused a brief gap in their supposed two-pronged tactic.

Yuri suddenly shoved Parsons from behind, pushing him out.

Pushed into action, Parsons snapped out of his stupor, raised his gun, and charged out the door.

What was the plan again?

First, throw a hand grenade, then go up the display shelf, then jump to the car roof. All of that had been done. Next, it was time to counterattack outside, right?

It sounded like a lot, but it was all done in no time; the problem was, Gao Yi had accomplished everything he set out to do.

Gao Yi didn’t jump again. He stood on the car roof, tossed the second hand grenade outside the door, then leaned back, lying flat on the roof.

He was nimble as a swallow, but even more surprising was Gao Yi’s flexibility, which was beyond belief.

Lying face-up, his body seemed fluid, smoothly sliding down the car roof onto the car hood.

The hand grenade exploded at the car’s rear, right outside the door, at the moment the enemy’s second wave was about to surge in.

Gao Yi, with his slide and lie down, perfectly avoided the grenade’s shrapnel and shockwave, leaving the enemies outside to bear the brunt.

"Wow..."

Parsons let out a meaningless gasp of amazement, watching Gao Yi beside him, his feet still on the car roof but his back lying on the hood. Yet, Gao Yi propped himself up with his arms, performing a strengthened kip-up to get on his feet in the fastest and most challenging way.

Gao Yi stood back up on the car roof.

In his hand was a golden adjustable wrench.

"Wow..."

Parsons didn’t charge out immediately because indoor combat wasn’t conducted that way. His instincts told him to stay put.

But Gao Yi stood up on the car and was about to jump outside, followed aggressively by Lucy from the other side of the vehicle.

Parsons hesitated again, slowing down, forcing Yuri to push him once more from behind.

Parsons acted on instinct, not out of fear of charging.

Once pushed again, Parsons stumbled slightly as he stepped on a corpse, but he quickly dashed outside.

Gao Yi curled up in midair, flying outside, then suddenly stretched his body just before landing. As his feet touched the ground, he lunged forward, swinging the adjustable wrench with his right hand.

The sound of hitting flesh, exclamations, shouts—all were intensely dense.

This time Parsons kept pace.

Stepping on a corpse, he reached the door and saw the Gardener in the crowd, one hand grabbing a gun’s muzzle, the other wielding the wrench to smash a soldier’s face.

The enemies weren’t too densely packed, yet prepared to storm inside in an assault formation, they couldn’t be too scattered, putting Gao Yi right among them.

Parsons finally opened fire, targeting those across from Gao Yi. These enemies had already aimed their guns at Gao Yi, but to fire, they would first have to shoot their own comrades.

Every move seized an advance, a fraction of a second of advantage, at most just enough time to redirect a gun barrel, yet these brief moments sufficed to render a seasoned special forces unit utterly helpless.

Has anyone in this world fought this way before?

If not, then Gao Yi’s style would bring all into a temporary state of stiffness, a crowd-control technique not of direct suppression but of widespread effectiveness.

Slowing the enemy’s reaction by even 0.2 seconds is godlike crowd-control skill.

It controlled both the enemy and his own allies; Parsons’ reaction was obviously a moment slower than Lucy’s.

Lucy fired at point-blank range on an enemy’s face, then switched her aim to shoot another enemy in the neck.

Parsons finally fired, hitting the farthest person from Lucy, but his bullet hit the target’s torso, protected by a bullet-proof vest, leaving Lucy to hit the third person in the neck once more.

Lucy fired three shots, then immediately retreated.

Meanwhile, Gao Yi downed two enemies with a single swing of the wrench, releasing his grip on the gun barrel. His right hand slammed down on the hand of an enemy clinging to the assault rifle, while his free left hand grabbed the enemy’s bullet-proof vest collar, rapidly retreating while pulling the enemy along.

This captive wasn’t hit, but his hand was smashed to bits. Though he had the power to resist, he was helplessly pulled along like a child.

He even brought a captive back.

Parsons didn’t understand. He couldn’t grasp it. His worldview was overturned, his understanding reshaped. His past decades were a waste, the wars he fought meaningless.

As Gao Yi retreated, gunfire sounded again from outside, but instead of hitting Gao Yi, the bullets struck the man he dragged with him.

The enemy sniper outside had fired but missed Gao Yi, instead hitting one of their own.

The rescue team’s sniper was well-known, yet how had they failed to kill the enemy instantly while instead injuring their own?

Parsons hadn’t fully stepped outside, making it much easier now for him to retreat.

With a single backward step, he moved out of the sniper’s line of fire. Parsons knew he was temporarily safe, but his mind was foggy, not quite sure what to do next.

Gao Yi’s back hit the car’s rear. He released his grip on the captive, jumped onto the car rear, then grabbed the fallen captive, pulling them up with a vigorous yank.

Retreating to the car roof, he pulled the captive up there as well.

It was like watching a circus act; Parsons had seen acrobatics before, but never on a battlefield.

Gao Yi glanced at the captive’s gunshot wound: the lower back, the bullet passing clean through, bleeding profusely.

Standing on the car roof, Gao Yi asked, "How many of you are there?"

The captive didn’t respond. Gao Yi repeated, "Speak! How many of you are there?"

"Eight, no more. The standard indoor assault team of the hostage rescue squad has eight men, fewer assaulters, and more cover snipers."

Parsons finished speaking, glanced at the captive on the car roof, exhaled, and said, "His spine is shattered, uh, I think he can’t speak."

Gao Yi sighed and said, "Ah..."

Cautiously, Parsons said, "They really can’t attack again soon, they just... just, uh, um, you... uh, you’re... what was I trying to say?"