Chapter 198
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Chapter 198: Flash of Light!
As Gold Coin reported reconnaissance information in Lin Mo’s mind, he took advantage of the moment to change magazines, suddenly rising to shoot before quickly dropping back down to conceal himself.
Even though these thugs were seasoned veterans, they could not predict that a single person with a gun, Lin Mo, could pinpoint their locations and shoot with unexpected speed, his reaction time surpassing the common understanding of speed.
It was as if the low adobe wall didn’t exist; he shot without even aiming, and still hit his targets.
Two short gunshots rang out, like deadly siren calls.
A spray of red liquid erupted from the backs of two thugs, who had partially exposed themselves while trying to suppress Lin Mo, as bullets pierced their foreheads and blew off the back of their heads.
In their disbelieving gaze, Lin Mo again burst forth, leaping at incredible speed to the roof of a building across the alley, even running straight up the vertical wall as if it were flat ground, darting forward like he was flying over rooftops, rapidly closing the distance to the encroaching thugs while accurately taking lives with his AK-47.
“Who is this monster? Is he a special forces soldier?”
“I don’t know; this guy seems almost inhuman.”
“Suppress him! I’ll switch to blanks and use the grenade launcher on the AK-74.”
After losing several comrades, the thugs displayed unusually high combat capability, maintaining their composure. They organized themselves efficiently: some continued to suppress Lin Mo while others advanced.
With several light sounds, two AK-47s without magazines and five magazines were expertly thrown into the alley through the wooden door Lin Mo had just broken open.
Where did these guns come from?!
Outside, gunfire roared, blending with screams and shouts, signaling that Lin Mo was not only alive but also causing significant trouble for the thugs.
How did this guy manage it?
Despite their heads filled with questions, the pilots hiding behind the wooden door swiftly retrieved the guns that had been tossed in. With weapons in hand, they felt a bit safer; at least they wouldn’t be easily overrun inside.
The other pilots armed themselves with sticks, stones, or any available weapons, guarding the entrances and windows of the house, holding their positions until help arrived.
After tossing two AKs to his comrades behind the wooden door, Lin Mo noticed several thugs sneaking up, aiming their guns at him from the corner of his left eye.
“Shield!”
Lin Mo mentally urged.
Another shield appeared in front of him, absorbing the bullets without taking a single hit as he received the rain of fire with ease.
Using a gun against a Giant Dragon? They might as well be looking for death.
With a firing rate of 200 rounds per minute, emptying a 30-round magazine only took 8 seconds. The thugs were determined to kill Lin Mo without holding back, unloading an entire magazine into him.
Surprisingly, the shield that had appeared from nowhere protected Lin Mo, catching every bullet. Taking advantage of their empty magazines, Lin Mo fired back at full force.
Blood splattered as three thugs were turned into Swiss cheese, each receiving at least eight bullet wounds.
Lin Mo only revealed his true prowess to those on the brink of death.
The intense gunfire sparked nearby chaos. Without Gold Coin’s reminder, Lin Mo sensed many people approaching, while more began to flee into the distance. The approaching ones were soldiers, with very few armed militants in sight.
“‘Dragon Knight,’ are you dead yet?!”
Meat Sauce shouted from the alley, the gunfire subsiding for a moment causing the pilots behind the wooden door to feel anxious.
“Not dead! Not even a scratch!”
Lin Mo replied irritably, “Don’t come out; they still have several left!”
He rushed to the fallen thug’s side, picked up several magazines, and replenished his ammunition.
The AK-47 packs a powerful punch, but its ammunition runs out quickly. While the gunfire feels exhilarating, the enemies won’t give you time to change magazines.
Lin Mo’s voice exposed his position, and he noticed that some remaining thugs hesitated to approach, planning to make a run for it.
They had gone through great trouble to set this trap for the Chinese volunteer pilots, even enlisting a guide from Pakistan who turned out to be a crucial pawn.
Bang! A muffled sound erupted.
Grenade! Just as Gold Coin sounded the alarm, Lin Mo turned and fired repeatedly.
Boom!
Twenty meters from Lin Mo, a cloud of smoke erupted, fragments flying everywhere.
Nearby, a thug who had just launched a grenade widened his eyes, let out a couple of terrified screams, and turned to flee, but before he could take a step, a rain of bullets took him down, sending his soul to the embrace of the Almighty.
It seemed the forces against them were no small threat. Lin Mo’s wariness peaked; this grudge had to be avenged.
Trying to escape wasn’t going to be easy; Lin Mo leaped up and chased after them. Dressed in regular sweatpants and a T-shirt, he moved with more agility than someone in "Future Warrior" individual exoskeleton mechs, darting between tall buildings like he had springs in his feet, quick as a swallow.
“Hurry, hurry, the army is coming!”
“I know, wait for me!”
“Damn it, Moussa is dead, and Aguli is dead too! What kind of monster is targeting us? Is he even human? Can he fly?”
One thug, fleeing desperately, turned to glance back at the alley with a scowl.
Ah! It was a mistake to look back; as he turned his head, he saw a person leaping through the air with an AK-47, completely beyond his imagination.
“He—he’s flying! He’s really flying!”
The thug involuntarily slowed down, staring in amazement at Lin Mo, who was closing in on them. He couldn’t help but let out a piercing scream.
“Mora, what are you doing?! Run! Oh my God! He’s really flying!”
Flash of light!
In mid-air, Lin Mo quietly called out, gathering his battle energy at an incredible speed, and a light sphere the size of a ping pong ball shot out from his forehead, spilling threads of light energy.
Swish!
A blinding burst of glaring white light exploded, enveloping several thugs in its intense radiance.
Ah! A chorus of screams echoed as the flashball, akin to a flashbang, temporarily blinded them. They lost their vision entirely.
The light burst lasted only a tenth of a second, but the impact was tremendous.
A spray of bullets knocked them down.
Captives were enough; there was no need to leave anyone else in this world.
Recognizing Lin Mo’s lethal ability meant signing up for the grim reaper’s list. Around him floated three or four varied light mirror techniques, scanning the surroundings.
Perhaps due to the gunfire or deliberate planning, not many civilians were nearby. Even those who stayed home kept their doors and windows shut, too afraid to peek out, and Lin Mo faced no danger of exposure.
As he recalled the light mirror techniques, a flurry of footsteps echoed nearby. Lin Mo lowered his gun; he had just seen through the light mirror technique that the Pakistani special forces had finally arrived. It seemed they realized something was wrong after their bus was isolated.
“‘Dragon Knight’? ‘Meat Sauce’? Are you there?!”
The arriving Pakistani soldiers approached with utmost caution, covering each other as they aimed their weapons into the alley, spotting the fallen thug bodies and suppressing their emotional turmoil.
Oh my God! What happened here?
May Allah protect our comrades in China; please let them be safe!
The earlier sounds of gunfire had gripped the hearts of the Pakistani special forces, each gunshot felt like a bullet hitting them, and they wished it would hit them instead.
The special squad leader prayed fervently; if any accidents occurred, it would be a global incident.
China’s military would surely unleash a furious retaliation for this; no one could bear such a cost.
If all these ace pilots were harmed, China would almost certainly initiate a large-scale war—it would be the spark that ignites the fire.
Oh my God! How would the higher-ups tear themselves apart? Everyone knew how much these Chinese pilots had contributed to Pakistan. Any mistake was unacceptable.
Just as the squad leader wrestled with these thoughts, a voice came from the alley.
“We’re here, it’s fine! Except for ‘Dragon Knight,’ everyone else is okay!”
Lin Mo heard Meat Sauce’s voice, and then he added, “That guide is suspicious; this is a trap.”
The guide?!
Hark Anyum was a specially selected professional guide, the first requirement being loyalty—how could there be a problem?! Impossible!
“You all stay there, don’t move! We’ll search the area first; I’ve called for backup!” The squad leader of the Pakistani special forces shouted into the alley.
Given the uncertainty, he didn’t dare call out the Chinese pilots. If there were any remaining enemies nearby, the consequences could be unimaginable.
But when he saw Hark Anyum lying on the ground with two broken legs and one arm, beside him a pistol, his expression immediately soured.
“Report! Captain Zor! Driver Maru is here too!”
“Get them bandaged and keep an eye on them.”
Two special forces members dragged the Bearded Squad Leader and the driver Maru, who were both beaten like mangy dogs, and the squad leader’s face turned a darker shade.
A conspiracy—this was a grand conspiracy!
Captain Zor of the Pakistani special forces felt trapped in a massive trap aimed at the Chinese military volunteers; it was downright cursed!
What a rare chance for tourism, and then to encounter this mess.
However, looking at the shooting positions of guide Hark Anyum, driver Maru, and the thugs, Captain Zor felt a chill in his heart. The marksmanship was so precise and fierce—it was as if they hit their targets exactly as they aimed.
With limited personnel, two-thirds of the special forces guarded the surroundings while the remaining third searched the area.
