284: Chapter 273: Counterattack 284: Chapter 273: Counterattack Having dealt with those two, their guns also became his spoils of victory.
Song Yun picked up a gun in each hand and started searching for his prey.
On the other side, Black Flood Dragon had it too easy.
Though Li Shishi was just a hostage, more important than her was Xiao Qing.
Having taken on the mission, success was the only option; failure was not an option.
After securing Li Shishi in their car, Black Flood Dragon said, “Sister-in-law, what happened today was my fault.
I didn’t train my men well enough, and that’s why you were kidnapped.
This car is bulletproof.
As long as you don’t open the door, no one can do anything to you.
Rest here for now; I’m going to help Song Yun.”
“It’s okay; I’ve been rescued now,” Li Shishi replied, her face pale.
“Just be careful, all of you.”
Although she said it was okay, how could it be?
She had never experienced anything like this before, and today she had a taste of everything.
If Song Yun hadn’t come to her rescue, she probably would have died there.
Song Yun felt these people were damn annoying.
Couldn’t they just stay in their own backyard?
What were they doing jumping around in Huaxia?
It was the innate thieving nature of their nation; at least that’s what Song Yun believed.
He fired another shot, killing another masked man, but this shot attracted two people to attack him.
Song Yun kept moving the battlefield further away because that was the only way he might keep them from searching for Xiao Qing, who was hidden in the haystack.
Just as Song Yun felt tired and narrowed his eyes, a low roar came from behind him.
Slowly turning his head, he realized Black Flood Dragon had already come to his support.
“Your vigilance is so poor.
If I hadn’t spotted you in time, you probably would have been a goner by now,” Black Flood Dragon said, frowning unhappily.
“Heh, is Li Shishi safely delivered?” Song Yun asked with a smile.
“Yes, I left her in the car.
As long as she doesn’t open the door, she’ll be fine,” Black Flood Dragon said, dodging repeatedly in the middle of speaking, eventually grabbing two people and slamming them to the ground.
The old man had told Song Yun countless times about the heroes and great figures who had died an inglorious death at the hands of underlings, or capsized in the gutter, even quoting ancient texts as examples.
In his summary, the old man told Song Yun that one must never leave any openings.
When someone knocks their opponent to the ground, they often overflow with sympathy and then get taken out by that barely breathing enemy with either a gun or a knife.
Why bother fighting at all if, during a life-and-death struggle, you harbor no killing intent?
Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to just surrender early, go home, take a bath, and eat?
Looking at the two men Black Flood Dragon had thrown to the ground, motionless, Song Yun lifted his handgun and gave each man a bullet.
True to form, one of the men groaned when the bullet hit him.
After dealing with the two masked men, Song Yun and Black Flood Dragon didn’t stop for a moment.
With the cover of the pitch-dark night and some warehouses, they quickly eliminated any other masked men who came looking.
“Song Yun, I’m going to kill your entire family.” The man who came out to meet Song Yun earlier, holding a submachine gun, sprayed bullets towards the location where Song Yun had just been standing.
Song Yun did a side flip and landed, firing three shots in succession until his opponent was pinned behind cover and couldn’t show his head.
Black Flood Dragon let out a curse and was about to sneak up on him from behind when a bullet, anticipating his move, grazed his face and hit the wall, showering him with shards of stone.
“Song Yun, there’s a sniper,” Black Flood Dragon yelled, not taking time to think, and ducked behind a wall.
A sniper?
Song Yun was secretly shocked.
These little jerks really were willing to spend the money to get him; they had all sorts of skilled people.
If it weren’t for Song Yun’s preparedness today, he would have been played to death.
“Black Flood Dragon, Black Flood Dragon, the enemy has a sniper.
You and the boss be careful, I am in the process of tracking him down,” Meng Ku’s voice came through the tactical headset, and Black Flood Dragon cursed upon hearing it, “Damn it, hurry up and deal with it, I almost got my head blown off just now.”
If Black Flood Dragon had really taken that step just now, it wouldn’t have ended with just a grazed face.
“The enemy sniper is continuously changing positions, I’m looking for him.
Be careful,” Meng Ku said.
“Song Yun, the enemy’s sniper is constantly moving positions; it’s best for us to wait here for now,” Black Flood Dragon called out.
Damn it, if Meng Ku couldn’t handle this sniper who could constantly move positions and snipe blindly, everyone present was in jeopardy.
Even if they evacuated, being tracked by such a long-range weapon couldn’t guarantee their safety.
Just thinking about driving away while a sniper expert was tailing you from a distance was hair-raising.
If they didn’t eradicate this threat, Song Yun would never dare to leave his house again; who knew where that sniper would lie in wait?
Song Yun calmed his breathing.
In the silent night, even the slightest sound could be the key to victory.
He listened carefully to the enemy’s movements and realized someone was holding their breath and stealthily approaching – probably the man he had just suppressed.
Song Yun sneered, then lifted his wristwatch gently.
The glass on the wristwatch could reflect all of the opponent’s movements.
When he felt the timing was right, Song Yun tossed the watch into the air, and gunshot sounds followed.
Song Yun threw another object, and the opponent, clearly on high alert, would shoot at whatever was thrown.
But playing a game with unlimited magazines was one thing; soon enough, the gunman ran out of bullets.
The man cautiously began to change the magazine, but the small clicking sound of the magazine being released was all Song Yun needed to pinpoint his location.
Song Yun completed a perfect forward flip, landing a whirlwind leg kick brutally on the man’s shin.
Immediately after, Song Yun crossed the man’s legs and forcefully twisted.
The crackling sound echoed, and the man screamed in pain as Song Yun broke both his shins on the spot.
With a snort of satisfaction, Song Yun kicked the submachine gun out of the man’s hand and, stepping on his chest, said, “You’ve hidden yourself pretty deep, huh?
Not only did you call to disturb my sleep in the middle of the night, but you’re also here playing Ambush from Ten Sides?”