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The so-called countdown is merely a way to create a sense of urgent pressure. If you don't go out, once the countdown ends, they will be dead because of you!
Even though the time spent together was short, Poisonous Madness had developed feelings for Song En and Boss. He couldn't bear to see them die right in front of him, yet he remained inactive, his emotions becoming restless as he wanted to rush out and take down those bastards.
Poisonous Madness wanted to rush out to save Song En, but that would be tantamount to seeking death. If he dared to go out, the enemy would undoubtedly shoot without hesitation, and at that moment, Poisonous Madness would be like a hornet's nest!
However, in his current furious state, Poisonous Madness didn't care about his own life and death; he just wanted to rush out. But Mo Ming held him tightly, preventing him from going outside.
"Can you calm down for a moment and not be so impulsive? Don't you realize that the enemy is just waiting for you to go out and get yourself killed?" In fact, it wasn't just Poisonous Madness who had the urge to rush out; Mo Ming felt the same way, but he couldn't!
The matter of hostages was a taboo for Mo Ming. The pain he experienced back then was watching one comrade after another die before his eyes while he could only suffer in silence.
Now that he faced a similar situation again, Mo Ming was clearly in greater pain. After all, the memories of that day were flooding back into his mind, making him feel miserable, yet he could only force himself to endure.
"Let me go! Even if I die, I have to save them!" Poisonous Madness shouted at Mo Ming. "Boss, I beg you to let me go; I can't watch them die!"
Mo Ming looked at Poisonous Madness expressionlessly, showing no intention of letting go. No matter what, he didn't want Song En's family to perish, but he also didn't want his good brother to rush out and get himself killed!
"The enemy has guns now; no matter how fast you are, can you outrun all those bullets?"
"Haha, you two can just hide like turtles. Once we take them down, you won't escape either. Remember, it's you who killed them, not us!"
The leader of the black-clad men outside tried to provoke Mo Ming and his companion into revealing themselves. If you don't show up, then it's your fault they will die!
"Alright, this is the second warning!"
"Boss, just let me go. Even if I die, I can't just watch them die in front of us. You find a chance to escape first, don't worry about me!"
"You bastard, what are you saying!"
Originally angry, Mo Ming became even more furious and swung a punch, hitting Poisonous Madness hard on the cheek. Pointing at Poisonous Madness, he shouted, "We're brothers! You want to leave me behind? What do you take me for?"
"Ah Du, I know you value friendship and can't bear to see us die, but if you go out, we'll still die. You can't save us. Just listen to your boss and find a chance to escape... ah."
"You damn coward! If you say another word, I'll kill you right now!"
Song En threw himself onto Boss's body, crying, "Don't hit me, Boss! If there's anything, come at me! Don't hit me, Boss... Poison Brother, you must avenge us!"
"Song En, Boss, I'm sorry..." After receiving a punch from Mo Ming, Poisonous Madness clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms without him realizing it. His mind was becoming clearer; he understood that rushing in recklessly wouldn't save anyone and could lead to everyone's death.
At this moment, Mo Ming was still trying to keep his mind somewhat calm and suddenly remembered that this room was originally used for storing strong liquor.
Glancing around the room, he indeed found several crates of liquor. Mo Ming immediately came up with a plan and pulled the somewhat angry Poisonous Madness close to him.
"I have an idea. Listen to me. The other side has guns; we definitely can't fight them head-on. There’s liquor in the room; we can use fire to create chaos."
Mo Ming whispered quickly; their only chance to save Song En and Boss was to create confusion among their enemies.
"Don't shoot! We're going out now!" Poisonous Madness quickly accepted Mo Ming's plan and shouted loudly outside. He pulled out dozens of Silver Needles and said, "I'll cover you with Silver Needles."
"Okay."
Mo Ming crouched down to move a crate of liquor to the door, while Poisonous Madness positioned himself beneath a window, ready to dash out at any moment.
This was a highly reactive approach; if they were even slightly delayed, both of them could end up dead. With everything in place, Mo Ming successfully ignited a bottle of liquor.
"What are you two trying to pull? Get out here quickly, or I won't hold back!"
A fierce glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. With a loud bang, he kicked open the door and immediately moved to the wall. Then, gunfire erupted, leaving the door in tatters.
As expected, if they dared to go out, the other side would show no mercy and would shoot without hesitation. Poisonous Madness felt a pang of fear; if Mo Ming hadn't held him back just now, he might have ended up dead himself.
Just as the gunfire abruptly ceased, Mo Ming swiftly threw the fire bottle in his hand. With a loud explosion, several sharp sounds followed.
"Ah... fire, help!"
After throwing one bottle, Mo Ming wasted no time lighting another and quickly tossing it out. The opponents, caught off guard, couldn't focus on shooting and hurriedly dodged away—exactly the effect Mo Ming wanted.
In an instant, bottles of flaming liquor were hurled out, causing chaos among the enemy ranks. Several bottles smashed directly onto the black-clad figures, igniting them instantly.
"Poisonous Madness, go for it!"
As soon as Mo Ming's voice rang out, Poisonous Madness rolled through the window. Before he even hit the ground, several glimmers of cold light flashed from his hands, scattering like flowers in the wind and rapidly shooting toward several black-clad men.
"Brothers, don't panic..." The leader of the black-clad men couldn't finish his sentence before a cold light shot toward him. He quickly dodged it. Poisonous Madness was precise; by the time he landed outside, five of their opponents had already been hit.
Each Silver Needle was a poisoned dart; just a drop of blood or flesh would guarantee death!
Mo Ming ignited two Molotov cocktails and rushed out, quickly throwing them towards the black-clad men who were about to open fire, forcing them to dodge.
"Song En, now's the time! Get Boss out of here!" Mo Ming rolled over to a nearby black-clad corpse and picked up a gun, unleashing a frenzied barrage. The black-clad men reacted quickly to evade, but those who were slower were turned into a sieve.
"Boss, let's go." Song En led Boss toward the exit. Some black-clad men attempted to shoot at them, but Mo Ming provided cover fire as he moved past.
Once the King of Soldiers, his marksmanship was exceptional, with almost every shot hitting its target. These small-time thugs were no match for him; even while sprinting at high speed, Mo Ming could accurately estimate bullet trajectories!
Most of the black-clad men locked onto by Mo Ming faced certain death. This was the terrifying aspect of Mo Ming and the origin of the "Asura" moniker.
The bullets seemed like a death list; whoever was hit would meet their end!
"Ah..."
"Boss!"
There were too many enemies. Even with Mo Ming providing cover fire, he couldn't completely suppress them. Someone seized the opportunity and fired several shots at Boss!
One bullet struck Boss in the head, killing him instantly. Song En shook Boss's body in deep sorrow, his eyes turning red and tears streaming down his face, clearly terrified that Boss would leave him like this.
Mo Ming's eyes turned bloodshot with rage as a wave of murderous intent surged from his heart. He aimed at the black-clad man who had fired and unleashed another barrage. The man didn't have time to dodge before his head exploded in a spray of blood.
"Damn it! You bastards, die!"
True to his reputation as a renowned poison expert, what was "Little Li Flying Dagger" compared to Poisonous Madness's Silver Needles? It was utterly insignificant; any hit could be fatal!
Poisonous Madness had gone a bit mad, unleashing Silver Needles at a rapid pace. It wasn't until the Silver Needles were all fired that he realized what was happening, scaring the man in black in front of him so much that he nearly wet himself. When he discovered he was unharmed, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.
“Damn you!” Poisonous Madness charged forward with a look of disgust. The man in black attempted to shoot, but Poisonous Madness was already upon him, driving his hand like a sharp spike into the man's throat.
“The general has ordered that no matter what, we must not let them escape!” The man in black swung his gun and opened fire at Poisonous Madness, but as soon as the gun was aimed at him, he had already found cover and ducked down.
Mo Ming shielded Song En, firing back with a barrage. “Song En, stay strong! You need to survive to get your revenge!”
“Mm.” Song En gritted his teeth, holding back tears as he nodded. Just then, the remaining men in black unleashed another round of gunfire at Mo Ming.
“Get down!”
Mo Ming shouted and immediately dove to the side. Upon hearing Mo Ming's voice, Song En dropped to the ground and desperately crawled toward cover.
Now caught in a standoff, neither side dared to make a move. The atmosphere suddenly became eerily quiet; in the blink of an eye, only six men in black remained alive.
“Song En, stay here and don’t move,” Mo Ming whispered to Song En. Seeing him nod, he felt relieved, tightened his grip on the gun, and stomped hard on the ground, producing a hissing sound.
Then, Mo Ming quickly pulled his foot back. Dust flew up as bullets kicked up large clumps of dirt from the ground. The enemy clearly hadn’t expected Mo Ming to play such tricks at this moment.
As they focused their attention on Mo Ming, there was movement from Poisonous Madness. Taking advantage of the black-clad men’s backs being turned and their lack of reaction, Poisonous Madness charged forward and sent them straight to meet their end.
Noticing the commotion from Poisonous Madness, Mo Ming peeked out again with his gun. A burst of flames erupted as gunshots rang out, claiming three more lives among the men in black.
The leader, being the most skilled and quick-witted, ducked down immediately, not daring to show himself again. He cursed, “You two little bastards are ruthless!”
The scales of justice suddenly tipped in favor of Mo Ming. The black-clad Leader found himself surrounded and could only wait for death, his grip on the gun so tight that his palms were sweating.
Outside, there was not a sound, so quiet that the black-clad man could clearly hear his own heartbeat. At that moment, something fell from the sky. He opened his eyes wide and saw that it was a Scorpion!
"Ah!" The black-clad man was startled and flung the Scorpion away, but it still managed to sting him. Instantly, he felt weak all over, a chilling sensation sweeping through his body.
In his desperate gaze, two figures were reflected: Poisonous Madness and Mo Ming. A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Mo Ming's mouth as he said, "Heh heh, you succeeded; you have successfully angered us. You can die now."
"Hmph... if you want to kill me, then do it..."
A murderous intent flashed in Poisonous Madness's eyes as he coldly laughed, "You can rest assured; I will definitely kill you. However, I don't like to kill directly. You know I prefer to cultivate Toxic Jars."
Fear flickered in the black-clad man's eyes as he tried to speak, only to realize that he couldn't open his mouth; his entire body was no longer under his control.
Song En stepped out from the corner, anger evident in his eyes as he clenched his fists tightly and said fiercely, "Poison Brother, can I kill him? I want to avenge my Boss!"
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