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Mo Ming raised his gun, predicting the trajectory of his target's movement. He lifted his weapon again and decisively pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out and struck a person who was fleeing at high speed.
"Ah!"
After the tragic deaths of two individuals, the members of the Dark Order immediately reacted, no longer fleeing but instead taking cover and turning their guns to fire wildly at Mo Ming and his companions.
As the enemy's gunfire erupted towards Mo Ming and the others, he crouched down and said, "They have nowhere to escape. Brothers, let's engage them in battle!"
In unison, they replied, "Let's take them down!"
The sound of gunfire echoed through the dark sky. The enemy clearly possessed heavy weapons, and Mo Ming's mind conjured up a name: Iron Kong from the Dark Order and Law Enforcement Hall.
He was a man with a physique like a gorilla, naturally strong, with fists as hard as stone that had killed many powerful figures in the underground world. Who else could run while wielding heavy weapons?
Mo Ming would never forget that it was Iron Kong who had killed his comrade, and among those present from the Dark Order, Iron Kong was one of them—the one who had personally ended Qingmeng's life.
Tonight, he finally saw this man. Mo Ming's expression darkened, rage spreading throughout his body. A chilling aura of death radiated from his eyes as he coldly declared, "Iron Kong, tonight I will take your life to avenge Qingmeng and all my brothers!"
Consumed by hatred, Mo Ming's eyes turned red in the darkness, but only he knew it. However, the murderous aura emanating from him was palpable; even his loyal brothers felt it.
Influenced by their leader's ferocity, they fought even harder. Grenades were thrown into the fray, creating thunderous explosions that sent dirt flying everywhere. Some unfortunate souls were directly blown away by the grenades.
Of course, the enemy wouldn't let Mo Ming's side have it easy either; they retaliated with grenades of their own, causing chaos as dirt rained down on everyone’s heads. Some brothers were injured in the process.
Yet Mo Ming did not rush to shoot. He quickly glanced at the opposite side; in the darkness, revealing one's position was easy. The spots where flames erupted were clearly where the enemies were hiding!
Raising his gun again, Mo Ming's eyes were deep as night as he aimed at one of those fiery spots and pulled the trigger. In an instant, that spot’s flames dimmed significantly—someone had clearly died.
No living soul under the gun of a Shura!
Having shot several members of the Dark Order dead in quick succession, Mo Ming retracted his weapon and furrowed his brow.
"Something's not right; Iron Kong isn't here!" The flames were fierce but lacked the sound of heavy machine guns. This was likely just a smokescreen; the big fish was making its escape.
Thinking of this, Mo Ming instructed his brothers to continue fighting the enemy while he stealthily circled around to chase the fleeing Iron Kong. This was a dangerous move; if the enemy had an ambush set up, Mo Ming would be doomed. At that moment, his mind was chaotic, and he didn't think too much about it.
The enemy who killed Qingmeng was right in front of him. If he missed this chance, who knows when he would encounter him again? Mo Ming had waited for two years, searched for two years, and had only killed the minions of the Dark Order. Tonight was the first time he faced a core figure like Iron Kong!
"No matter what, he must not leave here alive!"
In the darkness, by the side of the battlefield, Mo Ming transformed into a ghost, swiftly moving through the shadows. His deep eyes burned with endless fury as he moved quickly, like a lone wolf chasing its prey.
He pursued relentlessly, never slackening his pace despite the rugged terrain. Finally, he spotted a massive figure moving ahead; it was undoubtedly Iron Kong.
The enemy seemed to realize that Mo Ming was after him and quickly darted into the dense, dark forest. Mo Ming furrowed his brow and slowed his pace, carefully holding his breath as he followed.
In the pitch-black forest, the wind howled, creating a rustling sound all around.
This situation was actually unfavorable for Mo Ming. After all, Iron Kong had entered the forest first and occupied the geographical advantage. The enemy was hidden while he was exposed; Iron Kong had the upper hand. After a quick assessment, Mo Ming decided to enter anyway.
Iron Kong had to die!
Now, the enemy might be hiding in some dark corner waiting to ambush him. Pursuing openly would surely lead to his demise. Mo Ming wasn't foolish; without geographical advantage, he could only use the trees as cover and slowly move through the forest while trying not to make a sound.
The forest was littered with dead wood, making it difficult to avoid noise. Just as Mo Ming moved from one tree to another, he stepped on a piece of dry wood that creaked underfoot. Realizing this was bad, he quickly leaned against a tree and crouched down.
At that moment, several gunshots rang out from a shadowy spot nearby. The bright flames of gunfire erupted like hellfire. With his back against the tree, Mo Ming could feel each bullet striking the trunk, indicating that the enemy's marksmanship was precise enough to discern sound direction.
"Over there!"
Mo Ming's hearing was sharp; he quickly pinpointed the enemy's general location and swiftly moved out from behind the tree. He raised his gun and fired in that direction in a flurry of shots, flames spewing from the muzzle like a dragon.
"Fuck you!" came an English curse from that direction. A massive figure quickly rolled aside and tumbled several times in response. Despite being quick on his feet, Mo Ming's shots missed as the enemy rolled away and hid again.
Using the trees for cover, Mo Ming charged toward that direction now that he had a rough idea of where the enemy was located. However, he miscalculated his steps and stepped on more dry wood that creaked loudly underfoot. The enemy fired several shots at him but missed each time.
The opponent was using a handgun, which seemed cumbersome during the escape, so Iron Kong discarded it. This gave Mo Ming a significant advantage in firepower.
The distance had closed to about ten meters, and the two faced each other. Mo Ming continued to move forward, relying on the trees for cover, while the opponent dared not make a move. With his size and such close proximity, how could he possibly be faster than a bullet?
Holding his breath, Mo Ming aimed his gun at Iron Kong's position and began to advance cautiously. As long as Iron Kong dared to peek out, he would surely become a target; Mo Ming was absolutely confident in this.
When they were just one meter apart, a dark muzzle emerged from behind a large tree. Mo Ming reacted quickly, swinging the gun's handle to strike the giant hand, knocking the opponent's handgun away.
"Shura, I never expected that after two years, you would develop the righteous spirit to this extent. I admire you!" It was unclear whether Iron Kong spoke this with solemn respect or casually; his voice echoed in Mo Ming's ears.
"Heh, I truly didn't expect to encounter you tonight, Iron Kong! This place will be your grave; it's time for you to atone for your past crimes."
Mo Ming steadied himself and carefully stepped forward. As he moved past the trees, he realized there was no one there. A flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes when suddenly a massive figure burst out from the bushes.
With a powerful punch, Iron Kong knocked back Mo Ming, who was about to fire. Following that, he threw another punch aimed at Mo Ming's abdomen, forcing him to stagger back a few steps. Fearing that Mo Ming might use his gun, Iron Kong attacked again without hesitation.
"Shura, you didn't take the path to heaven and instead barged into hell; then don't blame me for ending your mythical life. Tonight, this will likely be your grave!"
Iron Kong unleashed a flurry of punches like rain, each strike swift and fierce. If even one landed, Mo Ming might not survive or would be severely injured; after all, Iron Kong lived up to his name with strength comparable to that of a diamond.
Fortunately, Mo Ming was quick on his feet and managed to evade Iron Kong's punches repeatedly. Finding an opportunity, he retaliated with all his might; although Iron Kong was strong, Mo Ming's punches were also sufficiently hard!
"You think a myth can be easily ended by a brute like you? You overestimate yourself. That saying goes back to you: you didn't take the path to heaven and instead barged into hell; I will send you there myself—I guarantee it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Iron Kong threw a punch at him. After dodging one blow, Mo Ming retaliated with a powerful strike aimed at Iron Kong's chest. This punch caught him off guard; he could only take it head-on. However, as he staggered back, he quickly yanked the gun strap hanging around Mo Ming's neck and sent the gun flying.
In that moment, illuminated by moonlight, Mo Ming clearly saw the giant figure's appearance.
Two years had passed, yet Iron Kong had not changed at all. If there were any changes to note, it was that his aura of bloodshed had intensified and his muscles had become more solid. His hair remained as short as ever—so short it barely concealed flesh—his face was rugged with excess flesh, and his eyes radiated ferocity. Most striking was the thick gold chain around his neck that resembled Mo Ming's thumb in size.
"Shura, your skills are impressive but stagnant; you've made no progress at all. With such strength, do you really think you can defeat Evil Eye and Overlord?"
Iron Kong's lips curled into a playful smile as he rubbed his chest. That punch hurt, but it was not enough to seriously injure him; the title of "Kong" was not given lightly. He was strong and had an even greater ability to withstand blows.
"Maybe so. I can't defeat Evil Eye and Overlord, but this brutal game isn't won solely by skill; it also relies on this." Mo Ming pointed to his head and said, "Don't worry, your death tonight is just the beginning. From now on, more people will join you."
Evil Eye and Overlord had not shown themselves, but from the enemies encountered during missions, such as Iron Kong's strength, it could be inferred that the final Trump Cards in those two organizations were certainly stronger than Iron Kong.
Iron Kong sneered and said disdainfully, "Do you really think your current strength is enough to contend with our established organization? Don't dream; no underground force can possibly match us!"
Before Iron Kong could finish speaking, Mo Ming charged forward.
"You won't see whether it's a dream or not because tonight you must stay here!"
The voice was chillingly cold, filled with extreme anger. The killer of Qingmeng was right in front of him, and the long-simmering desire for revenge surged forth from deep within Mo Ming.
Iron Kong met the charge head-on and said, "Then I'll see who must stay here. Shura, show me your true skills; otherwise, you won't be able to kill me!"
"Don't worry, I will kill you." Mo Ming's face was filled with fury as he closed in on Iron Kong's body. He dodged several of Iron Kong's attacks in quick succession and seized an opening to counterattack swiftly.
Despite his large size, Iron Kong was not clumsy; he reacted with remarkable agility. Mo Ming's counterattack caught him off guard, but he managed to evade most of the danger, only sustaining minor injuries that were insignificant.
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