A three-story building on the side of the street collapsed in the violent explosion of the self-destructing truck. The gangsters were wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves.
Xia Pingan continued to move forward amidst the flames and shockwaves of the self-destructing truck. He did not stop at all.
The shockwaves and flames of the explosion swept over, but to Xia Pingan, it was like a gentle breeze. The water shield around his body rippled slightly, and everything was dissolved.
"Who is that?"
"A devil?"
At this time, the gangsters finally saw Xia Pingan clearly through the raging flames of the self-destructing truck and the large crater on the ground. Xia Pingan was also holding a turret of a close-range defense cannon in his hand. There was a cigar in his mouth, and a cold and mocking expression on his face.
Many of them thought that they were hallucinating after taking drugs.
Because that turret did not look like something that a person could carry with one hand.
There were more than ten self-destructing trucks on the street more than a hundred meters away, ready to go. Thousands of armed gangsters were behind those self-destructing trucks.
"Kill him..." A gangster leader roared. The gangsters finally came to their senses. They did not know who Xia Pingan was, but Xia Pingan's gun was pointed at them. Therefore, it was clear whether he was a friend or a foe.
At this time, the gangsters finally understood how powerful a summoner's water shield spell was. Countless bullets shot at Xia Pingan's water shield, but they were like goshawks stuck by glue. The water shield only shook slightly, and the bullets fell to the ground. They could not hurt Xia Pingan at all.
Those gangsters who were closer to the self-destructing trucks but were smart enough to turn around and run away when they saw Xia Pingan's turret turn toward those self-destructing trucks.
"Trash …" Xia Pingan muttered softly. He didn't say anything else. The barrel of the turret in his hand rotated again, and countless bullets poured out, blowing up the self-destructing trucks.
Those self-destructing trucks were all crowded together. This time, Xia Pingan only blew up one of them. The others were also affected by the explosion of that self-destructing truck, and an even more violent explosion occurred.
Amidst the loud rumbling, a ball of fire and black smoke rose from the ground and rushed up to a hundred meters in the air. Half of the street was instantly turned into ruins. The gangsters within a hundred meters of the self-destructing trucks were either torn to pieces or shaken to the point of bleeding from their seven orifices. They died instantly and suffered heavy casualties.
No one had expected that the self-destructing trucks that were supposed to explode in front of the defense line and fortifications of the Chinese community in the People's Square would explode in front of them before they drove out.
At this moment, the entire 11th district and the adjacent 3rd district, 10th district and 20th district, almost half of the city of Paris could feel the tremor.
The gangsters were scared out of their wits. Many of them woke up from the tremor of the explosion and turned around to run. Looking down from the air, the street that was originally crowded with gangsters was now full of gangsters fleeing like stray dogs and antelopes migrating from the African prairie.
The Chinese community was dumbfounded. They had thought that it would be a life-and-death battle today. Unexpectedly, the situation was reversed at the beginning of the battle.
"Forward, forward, forward..."
Xia Pingan was like an elegant Grim Reaper. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the black smoke and flames of the explosion and appeared on the street where those gangsters were fleeing like wolves and rats. At this moment, the turret in his hand started to roar "Boom, boom, boom, boom..." as it crazily fired at those gangsters...
Xia Pingan showed no mercy. Because he knew that if these gangsters broke through the defense line of the Chinese community, those innocent people in the Chinese community would face a miserable fate. At this moment, eliminating evil was promoting kindness. The more trash died, the better the people could live with dignity.
The power of the turret in Xia Pingan's hands was too terrifying. This was a close-range defense cannon used to deal with armored targets and even incoming missiles. One could imagine how powerful it would be if it hit a human body. It was not something ordinary flesh and blood could resist.
When a bullet from the turret hit a person's flesh and blood, it would instantly leave a bowl-sized bloody hole. If it hit a person's hands and feet, it would directly break their limbs and break their bones and flesh. If there were four or five people running in a line, a bullet could penetrate through four or five people's bodies at the same time, leaving a big hole in their bodies and causing all of them to fall down.
The bullets shot out from the turrets formed a bright line of fire in the darkness. The line of fire was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, crazily reaping the lives on the street. Wherever the line of fire pointed, no one could stand within two thousand meters. A series of bullets was equivalent to creating a path of flesh and blood on the street.
As Xia Pingan moved forward, he kept firing, not letting go of any gangster who could still move in front of him...
Over 300 meters away, a gangster on an armored personnel carrier started to fire at Xia Pingan with the machine gun on the vehicle.
When the bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Pingan, the water shield slightly swayed, causing the bullets to fall to the ground. Xia Pingan then turned the turret in his hand and shot a line of fire towards that armored personnel carrier.
The armored personnel carrier couldn't hold on for even a second. "Boom …" It exploded. The people in the vehicle were torn apart by the bullets and the explosion.
Xia Pingan kept dropping brass cartridges from the turret in his hand. Behind Xia Pingan, they were like his footprints, leaving behind a series of golden trails. And in front of the turret were countless torn flesh and severed limbs.
On this street, there was no body of flesh and blood that could last more than one second when the turret's line of fire was pointed at it. If there was, it would last for two seconds.
The turret's bullet belt was directly connected to the space warehouse, allowing Xia Pingan's turret to have an almost unlimited output.
Three rockets flew towards Xia Pingan.
Xia Pingan held the heavy turret in his hand, but his body was as agile as an assassin or a butterfly. He leapt up lightly, his orange windbreaker fluttering in the night wind. While he was in the air, he swept the turret in his hand in the direction of the rockets. The huge recoil caused Xia Pingan to float back in the air like a flying kite. At the same time, several fleeing modified pickup trucks hundreds of meters away were instantly turned into fireballs and blasted into the sky.
Before the pickup trucks fell from the sky, Xia Pingan's feet had already landed firmly on the ground and he continued to move forward.
...
More than 500 meters away, a gang sniper's bullet was shot towards him, but the bullet was blocked by the water shield.
Before the sniper who fired the bullet could put away his gun and move to another place, in 0.1 seconds, Xia Pingan's turret had already pointed at the apartment where the sniper was hiding.
In the next second, countless bullets flew over. The bullets pierced through the walls and turned the walls of the room into sieves. One wall collapsed, and the sniper hiding behind the wall was shot until he looked like a hornet's nest. He could no longer be recognized as a human.
...
Hundreds of gang members ran to a small five-story apartment on the side of the road and shot at Xia Pingan.
The turret's line of fire came. One minute later, the apartment building that was pierced by thousands of powerful bullets was like a piece of cheese riddled with holes. Together with the wreckage inside, it turned into ruins and then collapsed with a loud bang.
In the roar of the turret's machinery and the high-speed rotation of the barrel, only the wails of the Paris Doomsday Gang and the Jackal Gang could be heard.
In the beginning, there were still people who dared to fight back against Xia Pingan. However, as those who fought back became corpses under the turret in the blink of an eye, all the gang members who were still alive only had one thought in their mind, that was to escape, throw away their weapons and escape!
This was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre. All the gang members became moving targets of the terrifying close-range artillery in the 11th arrondissement of Paris tonight.
Xia Pingan pushed forward and swept the entire street of more than 2,000 meters with the turret in his hand, from the People's Square to the Avier Bridge. Those gang members and vehicles, after being swept by Xia Pingan's turret's line of fire, it was difficult to find a single intact one.
...
Standing on the bridge beside the Seine River, the 11 barrels of the turret in Xia Pingan's hand finally stopped rotating and the buzzing high-speed motor finally stopped. Those barrels had turned red all the way here, like something that had just been taken out of a furnace, with the color and temperature of hell...
The street in front of him was completely silent. Only the river was flowing quietly. There was no longer an eyesore in his line of sight.
The world in front of him was finally... tranquil!
After moving the close-range artillery to one side from the designed opening of the water shield, the red barrel hit the water shield on the side. With a sound of "Chi", a large amount of water mist rose from the barrel, causing the barrel to cool down in a split second.
Xia Pingan put away the close-range artillery and took off the cigar in his mouth. After exhaling a mouthful of snow-white smoke, he crushed the cigarette butt.
From the beginning until now, just as he finished smoking this cigar, the entire street had been completely wiped out. Behind him, the broken limbs of the gang members covered the entire street. Both sides of the street were covered in blood, and only the middle of the street was a golden tunnel where bullet shells had been thrown down.
The battle was not over yet. Some important figures had already escaped when they saw that the situation was not good.
Xia Pingan turned his head and glanced at one direction. In the next second, Xia Pingan's figure disappeared from the bridge.
...
Not until the gunshots completely stopped did the guards of the Chinese community leave the fortification and come to the street where Xia Pingan, the Doomsday Gang, and the Jackal Gang had fought fiercely.
A flare was shot into the sky. Under the cold white light of the flare, all the Chinese people standing at the end of the People's Square sucked in a breath of cold air.
It was no longer a street, but a tunnel of flesh and blood that led to hell. In the middle of the tunnel of flesh and blood that led to hell, countless yellow bullet shells shone brightly in the darkness against the pools of blood and severed limbs on both sides of the street. They carried a sacred yet indescribable aura as they were scattered all the way without stopping. They were like the footprints of the gods that extended from the People's Square to the darkness in the distance. It made one's heart tremble and had the urge to kneel down and worship it …
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