"Rick, do you hear me?"
Seeing that Frederick didn't reply, Locke hadn't realized the other party was already dead.
"He's dead!"
Behind Locke, Wan Yunting's cold voice rang out again, making him stiffen.
"Damn it..."
The next second, Locke cursed, and without hesitation, he threw away the chocolate in his hand, raised his hands, and aimed the SR-47 assault rifle. He twisted and prepared to shoot at the person behind him.
However, a flying silver needle, wrapped in a surge of qi, cut through the air and shot directly into Locke's forehead, then flew out from the back of his head, disappearing into a patch of woods behind him.
Locke's expression instantly froze, his eyes wide open. His body lost all strength, and his finger, which was on the rifle's trigger, couldn't move no matter how he tried. In his mind, he seemed to see the image of God beckoning to him: Come, child, there is no pain in heaven...
*Thump...*
Locke fell backward, crashing hard onto the ground from the third floor.
The sudden commotion was exceptionally clear in the quiet abandoned building, immediately alerting Retana and Wallis, who were guarding the north. "What was that?"
They exchanged a glance. Wallis shrugged, indicating he didn't know, but said, "It sounds like it came from Locke's direction."
Retana immediately tapped her finger. "Locke, Locke, what's happening on your end? Did that Chinese monkey get in from your side?"
...There was no reply from Locke.
"Damn it, contact him quickly."
Now Retana knew something had happened. She immediately contacted Eddie Stevenson. "Boss, Locke's in trouble. We can't reach him. It's likely that Chinese monkey got in from his side!"
Wallis also tried to contact Locke, but the line remained silent.
Eddie Stevenson, who was sitting in the south, at the entrance of the abandoned building, paused while smoking his cigar. "You and Wallis go and check."
"Yes."
Retana immediately took out the pistol from her waist and nodded at Wallis. Wallis, carrying the SR-47 assault rifle, quickly headed west towards the abandoned building.
"Boss, should I go too?"
Albert, looking at Fang Yanxi, stood up and said.
Eddie Stevenson took the last puff of his cigar, threw the remaining stub onto the ground, picked up his wine glass, and stood up, patting his backside. He calmly said, "No rush, let Retana and Wallis check."
"Alright."
Albert had also tried to contact Locke earlier but failed, so he knew something had happened to him.
"It seems that Chinese monkey is not simple!"
Albert looked at Fang Yanxi, who was sitting on the ground, and said with a sinister smile.
Fang Yanxi immediately looked up, her eyes glancing at Albert and Eddie Stevenson, knowing that the "Chinese monkey" they were referring to was the man, Wan Yunting!
Meanwhile, at the foot of the abandoned building in the west, Retana and Wallis held their guns, their gazes focused and alert as they quickly approached Locke's post. Their observation and tactical movements were highly professional.
After all, this group was formerly composed of elite soldiers who had retired from a mysterious Middle Eastern mercenary group. They had carried out countless missions, and those who survived were not ordinary individuals.
Wallis, with his SR-47 assault rifle equipped with a night vision scope, was on the first floor of the abandoned building. Soon, he and Retana found Locke's body. He had fallen face-first onto the ground, his eyes not even closed.
Wallis kept his gun trained around them, while Retana crouched down and felt for Locke's carotid artery, confirming he was dead. She couldn't help but curse and immediately tapped her earpiece to contact Eddie Stevenson. "Boss, Locke is dead..."
Wallis raised his gun and then looked up at the second floor. The next second, a figure jumped down directly, appearing in Wallis's night vision scope. He immediately shouted, "Tana, be careful...!"
*Bang bang bang...*
Instantly, Eddie Stevenson's earpiece was filled with the sound of continuous firing from the SR-47 assault rifle and Wallis's shouts.
But the next moment, the sound abruptly stopped, causing Eddie Stevenson's expression to change drastically...
At this moment, Wan Yunting grabbed the barrel of Wallis's assault rifle with his bare hand and tilted it upward, the bullets shooting into the air. The next second, Wan Yunting's eyes widened. Seeing the pistol aimed at his head and about to fire, Wan Yunting tilted his head...
*Bang...*
A bullet flew past Wan Yunting's left ear, but his expression remained unchanged. He twisted his body and fiercely kicked Retana in the abdomen with his left foot...
*Boom!*
Retana was sent flying by Wan Yunting, who had descended from the air with a powerful kick. She landed seven or eight meters away with a thud, immediately clutching her stomach and kneeling on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, coughing violently and spitting out blood...
Wan Yunting was not holding back at this moment; each punch and kick could directly kill a person. Thus, Wallis immediately drew his pistol again and aimed it at Wan Yunting's head, but his wrist was again grabbed by Wan Yunting's right hand. Then, Wallis's eyes widened as he felt as if his abdomen had been hit by a stone weighing over a thousand pounds. His hands, which were gripping the pistol and the assault rifle, slipped off the handles, and he was sent flying straight out...
*Bang!*
With a crash, Wallis slammed into a wall behind him, causing the brick wall to collapse. He was buried under the bricks, struggled for a few moments, and then finally became still.
Wan Yunting knew how powerful his kick was, but he still dropped the SR-47 assault rifle in his left hand. He tossed the pistol in his right hand, gripped the handle, and aimed the muzzle at Wallis, who was buried under the bricks. His index finger pulled the trigger, and after a few shots, dust and dirt flew up from inside.
"Fuck you..."
From a distance, Retana watched Wallis being killed like this. She struggled in anger, but the kick from Wan Yunting had felt as if her internal organs had exploded. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't stand up. She could only kneel on the ground and curse furiously...
Wan Yunting's expression was cold. He walked towards her with the pistol in his right hand, his gaze fixed on Retana, the muzzle pointed at her...
Retana looked up, her face pale, blood seeping from her mouth. Her blue eyes, filled with anger and unwillingness, gazed at Wan Yunting in front of her. Her fingers trembled as she tapped her earpiece, contacting Eddie Stevenson and saying with a gasp, "Boss, kill this monkey for me..."
*Bang!*
The gunshot came through Eddie Stevenson's earpiece, causing his eyes to widen and his expression to freeze instantly.
*Thump...*
Retana fell to the ground, a bullet hole appearing on her forehead. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils gradually dilating, as if she had never imagined she would die in a place like China.
Suddenly, Wan Yunting's gaze sharpened, and he sensed something. He quickly rolled towards a corner of the ruined building...
*Bang bang bang...*
A burst of bullets flew past, hitting the ground and kicking up sparks. The black man, Carl, was rushing forward, his gun scanning and firing at Wan Yunting...
But Wan Yunting's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he could even predict danger, even the direction of the incoming bullets. With a few evasive maneuvers, he pushed off with his left foot and leaped directly to the second floor of the abandoned building...
This scene shocked the black man, Carl, but he couldn't afford to pay attention. He continued to pursue with his gun, and the next second, Wan Yunting flicked a silver needle...
*Ah...*
Carl cried out in pain, his left hand, which was holding the gun, being hit in the wrist by the silver needle. Instantly, his entire arm went limp and lost its strength. However, he raised his right hand and fired another burst of bullets at Wan Yunting, who appeared on the second floor...
But Wan Yunting, with a somersault in mid-air, threw another silver needle while in the air, which directly struck Carl's right wrist. This time, he could no longer hold the rifle, and it fell to the ground. His hands also lost their strength.
Landing steadily on the ground, Wan Yunting ignored the pistol in his right hand. He looked at the black man in front of him, his eyes wide open. He roared and charged at Wan Yunting, leaping up for an aerial back kick. However, Wan Yunting's expression was indifferent, and he slightly shifted his body, causing Carl's kick to miss.
Now that his hands had lost their strength, he could only use his legs to fight. But with all four limbs intact, how could he be Wan Yunting's opponent? Moreover, Wan Yunting raised his right hand, the pistol directly pressed against Carl's head. The black man's face trembled, and his eyes revealed a trace of fear.
Yes, no one was unafraid of death, not even Carl, who had been through countless battles and killed countless people. When truly facing death, he too was afraid.
Especially with Wan Yunting's sharp, killing-intent-filled eyes, he was like a god of death. Carl had witnessed him shoot Retana in the head just moments ago, which made his heart tremble uncontrollably.
"Carl, Carl, what's wrong?"
Albert's voice came through the earpiece. Then, Wan Yunting reached out, took Carl's earpiece, and placed it in his own ear. He said coldly, "If you don't want him to die, we can make a deal!"
At this moment, on the building at the entrance of the abandoned building, Eddie Stevenson also heard the unfamiliar voice from the earpiece, knowing it was Wan Yunting. He turned his blue eyes to Fang Yanxi, who was sitting on the ground with a worried expression on her face, and said coldly, "Deal!"
"I'll wait for you."
After speaking, Wan Yunting took off the earpiece and threw it directly onto the ground. He looked at Carl in front of him, holstered his gun, and knocked him down with a single punch. Then, he dragged him into the first floor of the abandoned building.
Thus, Wan Yunting leaned against a load-bearing pillar, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and then took out a lighter, igniting it with a "pat." Wan Yunting took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a smoke ring that drifted into the air.
Carl, lying on the ground, was immobilized because Wan Yunting's silver needles had sealed his acupoints. He also knew that this "Chinese monkey" in front of him was terrifying, far more powerful than they had anticipated before coming.
Then, Albert, pulling Fang Yanxi, walked over with Eddie Stevenson. From a distance, they saw Wan Yunting in the first floor and Carl lying on the ground, causing Eddie Stevenson's blue eyes to turn cold...