In the darkness, water splashed everywhere. The gun that Xu Le had picked up instantly spat out a flame, illuminating the mist in front of the gun muzzle. It created a beautiful refracted ray of light that was as beautiful as a rainbow. He raised his right arm high and waved it quickly. The flame and the beautiful ray of light in the surroundings quickly dispersed, as if a red fan had suddenly opened up.
A few muffled sounds rang out. It was unknown how many bullets had hit the militants, and how many bullets had hit the hard concrete walls. In the darkness, only the vague silhouettes of six or seven militants could be seen. One of the silhouettes let out a muffled groan, his neck snapped, and he fell to the ground.
Xu Le had never been in the military before. He had only memorized countless battle regulations and battle formations for the Ministry of Defense's mecha operator exam. Actually, this knowledge was not very useful for his exam, but Uncle Feng Yu had asked him to learn, so he had obediently learned. He had never thought that it would be useful at this moment. The bullets that he had randomly scattered in his nervousness had actually successfully hit a target.
This should be the first time he had fired a gun. The heavy feeling on his wrist and the slightly numb recoil made his body, which was lying in the puddle of water, feel a little uncomfortable. This standard repeating gun should have belonged to one of the Tai family's security guards. However, that security guard had already died in the ambush of that military mecha. His corpse had been torn into countless pieces. Luckily, the safety of this gun had been switched off, allowing Xu Le to complete his shot in the first instant.
Xu Le's reaction was very fast. What was even more admirable was his unyielding, silent, and determined personality. After being sent flying to the ground by the mecha, his subconscious action was to search for a weapon on the ground. He wanted to continue fighting for his life … even if it was just a struggle.
In the darkness, in order to not expose himself, Xu Le's right arm was raised extremely high. Even so, that group of well-trained militants could still accurately determine his position. A rapid rain of bullets rang out, and the sharp sound of bullets breaking through the air rang out. Countless splashes of water and concrete were sent flying everywhere!
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He had only been bitten by a mosquito.
Xu Le leaned against the back door and breathed rapidly. His chest heaved up and down as he felt the pain in his right arm. He knew that he had been shot by the militants before he slipped through the door. However, in the darkness, he did not know where he was shot. He only knew that there was a bullet wound on his right arm. Blood was flowing out and the pain was destroying his nerves.
He was only bitten by a mosquito!
In the darkness, his face was pale, but no one could see it. His eyes were bright to a terrifying degree. He breathed heavily, not caring whether the militants could hear him or not. He kept repeating the words about mosquitoes, convincing himself not to care about his injuries, convincing himself that he could still survive in such a difficult time.
What was more serious than the gunshot wound was the injury to his right leg. Earlier, in order to shake that large and heavy mecha, he had focused all the strength in his body on his leg and kicked out. Although he had successfully destroyed the attack of the mecha's main cannon, the recoil from that huge force had directly destroyed his right leg. Right now, his right leg was twisted in a horrible position. The broken bone inside was cutting into his red and swollen leg muscles.
It was very painful, but the pain was numbing. Xu Le couldn't feel it at all.
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The rainwater in the underground parking lot was still spraying out. The smell of blood was slightly lighter than before, but the burnt smell was getting stronger. It was unknown whether the room that had been hit by the mecha's main cannon was currently burning with a raging fire.
Xu Le lay on the ground, silently gripping that unfamiliar metal gun. On the other side of the door were several militants who had participated in the assassination. These militants clearly had a military background and were used to following mecha in group operations. However, they were also no strangers to individual combat.
This silent and tense standoff didn't last long. At least, it didn't last as long as Xu Le felt. The group of militants didn't have much time to waste with him. They needed to retreat before the Federation's powerful forces could react. However, under the light of the First Charter, even if they retreated, it would probably be difficult for them to leave the Federation.
The sound of gunfire rang out again. Countless bullets struck that heavy door, sending sparks and fragments flying. If this door in the underground parking lot wasn't made of metal, it was likely that Xu Le, who was behind the door, would already have been turned into a hornet's nest by now.
Behind the door, Xu Le shrunk his body as much as possible to avoid being hit by the stray bullets flying in all directions. He didn't dare to raise his head at all, and he didn't dare to move. However, that gun was consciously raised by him and aimed at a certain angle beside him. This was completely based on his intuition.
The gunshots had just stopped when a fierce figure pounced in. Xu Le's index finger flicked lightly, and a bullet sprayed out from the barrel of the gun in his hand, knocking down that figure directly …
However, after he flicked his finger, he found that he was wrong. This wasn't one of the militants, but the corpse of a security personnel whose body had been sliced in half by the mecha's shrapnel!
Xu Le's pupils contracted. He knew that he had reached the moment between life and death. In his originally empty body, a new surge of strength had unknowingly surged up. With a muffled grunt, he used his only intact left leg to push against the back of the door, forcefully sliding half a metre to the side on the ground.
Just as he slid, a black gun barrel quietly poked out from behind the door and hit the spot where he was originally standing, setting off a series of sparks.
After narrowly dodging the shot, Xu Le's slightly narrowed eyes emitted an extremely bright light. He suddenly lunged to the side and fired the gun in his hand again.
The militant who rushed in with the submachine gun in both hands was immediately enveloped in a rain of bullets. The bullets hit the man's bulletproof vest and made a muffled sound. He directly slammed into the door, making a loud noise.
Xu Le raised the muzzle slightly and directly shot the man's head into a watermelon that fell to the ground.
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In the dark environment, the half-open door was like the mouth of a legendary monster, as if it was going to swallow all life. The militants on the other side of the door should be thinking this, and Xu Le behind the door was even more thinking this. He struggled to half squat against the wall, not knowing how many bullets were left in the gun in his hand.
He should have picked up the dead militant's submachine gun, but he just carefully moved over there, hiding his body behind the dead body. His right hand slowly lowered, touching the side of his boots.
At this time, in the quiet and dark tunnel behind Xu Le, there was suddenly a series of footsteps. The footsteps were very light, if it was not a child, then it should be a very light woman. The footsteps should not be a person.
In such a tense moment, there were still people in the stadium that did not evacuate. Xu Le's eyes were filled with deep worry. If those innocent people were to come here, then only death would await them.
"F * ck your mother, f * ck your mother." Xu Le's face was expressionless as he cursed. No one knew what these curses meant to him, but his pair of always smiling, seemingly incomparably sincere eyes became brighter and brighter, more and more determined.
"Don't come over!" He shouted to the owner of the footsteps behind the darkness.
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Following his voice, the gunshots outside the door once again sounded. The gunfire cut through the space in front of Xu Le, making him unable to do anything. He could only watch as the two militants rushed over and entered the door.
"F * ck your mother!" Xu Le softly cursed, and then rushed toward the two figures. The two militants clearly did not expect him to be so fearless as to hide so close to the door. They also did not expect him to react so quickly.
At this moment, Xu Le's movements were extremely fast. At the moment of life and death, he erupted with all the strength in his body. The trembling began to squeeze his already exhausted body, as if it wanted to squeeze out every drop of strength from his muscle fibers.
He was like a gray shadow, pouncing forward. In an extremely short distance, he pulled the trigger and shot down the militant who was slightly further away. He instantly threw away the gun in his hand, and at the same time the gun left his hand, his body suddenly crashed into the other militant.
Suddenly, his elbow struck the cartilage of the opponent's throat.
Using the hard bone of his waist, he fiercely struck the vital point of the opponent's crotch.
Extending his finger, his fingertips fiercely pierced the opponent's eye socket.
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From the time he started training in the mine to the time he became a janitor in Ewha University, he did not slack off for a single day. The arduous training made the ten postures that Uncle Feng Yu taught Xu Le become an instinct of his body. At this moment, his strength completely erupted, vividly displaying it. That comfortable and ruthless feeling made him forget that he was dragging a crippled leg and had been shot several times.
They were all strange and heroic body techniques!
His throat was broken, his mouth was shattered, his eyeballs were split open, and his blood and juices were splattered everywhere. The militant did not even make a sound as he fell in front of Xu Le.
However, at this moment, his body was already exposed at the door. Xu Le did not stop in the slightest. Carrying the militant's corpse, he silently and bravely rushed out.
The sound of gunshots rang out. A metal tool suddenly appeared in Xu Le's right elbow. With a press of his finger, a faint blue electric arc suddenly illuminated the corner of the underground parking lot.
A militant on the side was struck by the electric arc, his body twitching as he fell. The submachine gun in his hand was still firing, but it hit the thigh of one of his companions.
Xu Le rushed over, the tip of the stun baton in his hand already reaching out, directly stabbing at the fellow who was kneeling on the ground. However, these militants were worthy of being called elite soldiers of the army. Although Xu Le's sudden appearance had inexplicably killed several of their companions, this fellow who was accidentally injured by his companions still displayed the outstanding individual qualities of the Federation's soldiers at this crucial moment.
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