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Dragon View Heavenly Realm The hillside villa, as its name suggests, is high up, with beautiful scenery and grand mountains. Those who reside here enjoy a somewhat celestial lifestyle. This place is filled with countless houses, and the villas at the mountain peak stand tall like a towering pagoda.
Unfortunately, the beauty here is about to be destroyed. Corpses litter the ground, and blood flows like rivers. Today in Nanhua City is destined to be an extraordinary day, as countless vibrant lives are about to become prey under the scythe of death.
Mo Ming leads the Soul Warriors and members of the Undead Celestial Executioner to move swiftly to the foot of the mountain. The dozen or so guards at the entrance just realized what was happening when one of them shouted, “Who the hell are you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell into a pool of blood accompanied by the sound of gunfire. The remaining guards attempted to draw their handguns from their clothes but were instantly met with countless tongues of flame that took their lives.
The defenses here may not be impenetrable, but there are numerous surveillance cameras. It is evidently impossible to kill without being noticed. Mo Ming's plan is a swift attack, seizing this place while the enemy has little defense.
“This place is about to become our battlefield. I hope everyone can act cautiously; don’t throw your lives away here; it’s not worth it. Once this is over, we’ll go back and celebrate!” Mo Ming turned to everyone and said, hoping for fewer casualties among his brothers.
“Yes!” came a chorus of responses.
Mo Ming nodded in satisfaction and said to Red Ghost and Corpse Man: “You two take your teams and secure the exits at the foot of the mountain. Not a single enemy, not even a fly, should escape. Understood?”
Mo Ming spoke sternly, and both Red Ghost and Corpse Man felt a chill from his gaze, causing an involuntary fear within them. Red Ghost nodded heavily and said, “Boss, you can rest assured; as long as I have breath left in me, no one will get out!”
“You all follow me!” Corpse Man said coldly as he turned to his team and quickly departed.
Red Ghost, leading his own team, positioned themselves at the entrance at the foot of the mountain. Earlier, Corpse Man had gone with his team to check if there were any other exits; this was something that didn’t need reminding from Mo Ming, as Corpse Man had already thought of it.
“Everyone else, follow me up!”
With that, Mo Ming led everyone up the mountain. He charged ahead; whether a unit has morale relies on a leader who can inspire boldness. As a King of Soldiers, having fought on battlefields for many years, Mo Ming understood that to boost morale among his men, he must lead fearlessly and set an example!
“Damn it! We have intruders! Brothers, let’s kill them! Don’t let those bastards get through!”
As Mo Ming rushed up the mountain, gunfire erupted all around, and several brothers were accidentally shot. Mo Ming coldly glanced at the source of the gunfire and shouted, "Find cover! Hit them hard and turn that bunch of scum into a beehive. The bullets aren't yours, so don't hold back!"
The group led by Mo Ming reacted quickly. By the time he shouted, they had already opened fire on the enemy. It must be said that a team composed of Elite members was far superior to a rabble. Moreover, the people on Mo Ming's side were well-equipped, while the opponents were armed only with handguns. Soon, the number of enemies falling increased several times.
The era of using rifles to take down planes and artillery was over. In today's world, whoever had better equipment would win; this was the trend of development. The firepower of a group armed with handguns could not compare to that of a group with rifles.
The members of Mo Ming's team were all trained fighters who were fearless in battle. Their marksmanship might not be perfect, but their relentless spirit was something that the Little Green Society thugs could not match.
"The enemy has too many numbers. I want Toxic Jar, Brother Yong, Demon Guanyin, Shadow Demon, Blood Demon, and the Troll to form units and attack in a fan shape!" After analyzing the situation, Mo Ming made this decision to minimize casualties.
"Alright, everyone follow me! Damn it, I don't believe a group of Elite can't take down a bunch of ants!" Poisonous Madness laughed heartily, gripping his rifle tightly as he beckoned to those behind him and quickly moved in one direction.
Wu Yong, Demon Guanyin, Shadow Demon, Blood Demon, and the Troll led their respective groups in different directions while Mo Ming took the members of the Torture Society straight down the middle. Despite his cool demeanor, Torture felt quite frustrated; without firearms, he felt useless.
"This is really disappointing; this kind of direct firefight isn't suitable for me at all. Sigh, next time I encounter something like this, I'll just hide and look for an opportunity to assassinate..." A hint of bitterness lingered at the corner of Torture's mouth. A person who craved bloodshed yet hadn't killed anyone—who could understand such pain?
Mo Ming seemed to sense Torture's frustration and quickly pulled out a black handgun from his waist and tossed it over. Torture caught it swiftly but was taken aback. "Boss, you don't need it?"
"I originally planned to use dual pistols, but since you look so downcast, I thought I'd give you one to help relieve your frustration!" Mo Ming smiled slightly and tossed several magazines from his pocket over to Torture.
Torture's cold expression suddenly brightened with a smile as he said, "Thanks!"
As soon as he spoke, Torture's eyes filled with murderous intent—something that couldn't be feigned. Only those who had experienced life-and-death situations could hone such killing aura. Clearly, Torture possessed it; his gaze had changed.
Mo Ming took all this in with surprise: "This kid hasn't been with the Torture Society for long, has he? Even if he's frequently on secret missions, it shouldn't be possible for him to develop such killing intent so quickly."
The sound of machine gun fire jolted Mo Ming back to reality from his astonishment.
Mo Ming said loudly to the people behind him, "The opponent has heavy firearms, so everyone be careful. If you get hit, it will be like a hornet's nest." As he spoke, Mo Ming himself became cautious; a machine gun was no joke, and its firing speed was incredibly fast, capable of hitting multiple targets in a second.
When a bullet shot towards him, Mo Ming was confident he could react in time and quickly dodge it. However, with bullets coming from a machine gun, he wouldn't be able to escape. Even if you were exceptionally strong, one careless move could send you to the gates of hell.
Originally, Mo Ming's side had the upper hand, but as soon as the opponent suddenly produced such dangerous weaponry as a heavy machine gun, they quickly regained the advantage. The heavy machine gun made Mo Ming's group hesitant to show themselves.
"Boss!" Iron Man crouched beside Mo Ming, looking anxious. "That guy is trying to sneak up on them alone..."
"What?" Mo Ming exploded in anger, grabbing Iron Man by the collar. "Why didn't you stop him? There are other people up there besides the machine gunners! Damn it, does that idiot really want to die?"
Iron Man was startled by Mo Ming and forced a bitter smile. "Boss, I couldn't stop him. Should I go help him?"
"Help him? Are you crazy? You'll just be sending yourself to your death!" Mo Ming released Iron Man's collar and frowned slightly. "If that kid survives, I'll settle the score with him later. Iron Man, have the brothers cover him with firepower!"
"Got it!" Iron Man nodded heavily and immediately went to inform the others.
A surge of anger crossed Mo Ming's face as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, that idiot is going to pay for this once it's over." He then took the lead and began firing fiercely at the enemies above with his rifle.
After Iron Man informed all the brothers, they charged forward like they were on adrenaline, fearlessly firing at the enemies on the mountain. This desperate scene gave them an edge in morale over their opponents.
One of the leaders of the Little Green Society leaned against a tree and muttered in frustration, "Damn it, they're all reckless fools! With such fierce firepower from the machine guns, they still dare to stick their heads out and fight back? If I had known earlier that I would be here for an extra thousand bucks, I wouldn't have agreed to this."
A little brother from the Little Green Society crawled over from below, looking terrified with a pale face and trembling lips. "Brother Hua, what should we do? The enemy's firepower suddenly increased; we've lost quite a few brothers. Should we retreat?"
Brother Hua immediately exploded in anger and slapped the speaking little brother hard across the face. "Retreat? Where are we supposed to retreat to? We're on a mountain! Damn it, even if our brothers have to fight to the death, they need to hold their ground! I don't believe those fools can withstand our machine guns forever. Once their bullets run out, we can drown them with just a sip of water!"
The poor little brother covered his swollen face with an innocent expression but dared not argue back. Brother Hua glared at him fiercely and grabbed his shoulders tightly, shaking him as he shouted, "What are you still doing? Get moving..."
His words were not yet finished when a bullet pierced through the head of the little brother, splattering a bit of blood onto Brother Hua's face, startling him into dropping the little brother and exclaiming in fear, "Damn it, brothers, hold on, hold on!"
While Brother Hua's group was doing their utmost to fight against Mo Ming's group, Nüè had already crept up like a ghost. The dense vegetation made it difficult to notice him if one wasn't paying close attention.
Not to mention that Nüè was an expert in assassination; under Liufeng's training, he had quickly become a qualified assassin. Just moments ago, when Brother Hua was reprimanding the little brother, Nüè had been hiding behind some trees below Brother Hua.
"Compared to fighting openly, assassination suits me better," Nüè assessed himself, staying alert to his surroundings and observing the enemies above. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and looked down at the grenade he had taken from Iron Man, revealing a sinister smile.
Nüè moved like a crawling creature, using the grass as cover as he carefully advanced. His goal was simple: to take out the machine gunner above first, blow him up, and relieve Mo Ming and the others from the pressure of fire. He didn't consider what would happen afterward.
To be precise, he didn't think about his own life or death.
"Damn it, you're going to face my firepower! Haha..." The little brother holding the machine gun was exhilarated as he pressed the trigger and sprayed bullets downward. "I'll kill you all, you bunch of bastards who dare to compete with me!"
The excitement on the little brother's face suddenly turned into horror when Nüè sprang out unexpectedly, grabbing his throat. Nüè sneered and said, "Kill us? You might have to go first!"
With that, Nüè forcefully crushed his throat.
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