King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 850 - 850 764 The Great Soldier

850: Chapter 764: The Great Soldier 850: Chapter 764: The Great Soldier “”””Hellhound’s” room was littered with 6 corpses, smoke filling the air, and the house’s door riddled with holes lay collapsed on the ground, leaving the room without a barrier.

“Saint” shot a guy peeking out and then smashed open the window beside him with force, to breathe in so fresh air.

Seeing soone throw a burning quilt into the living room, “Saint” reluctantly pulled out a flashbang grenade and tossed it out.

After a loud “bang,” screams followed from outside, and the enemy’s assault halted montarily.

“Saint,” “Shark,” and “Frisbee” took the opportunity to pick up the burning items in the living room and throw them out the window, then “Saint” turned to “Hellhound,” busy making makeshift weapons from the terrorists’ plastic explosives, and said, “Boss, we can’t go on like this, we need to establish a crossfire position, and I’ll rush into the house opposite with ‘Shark’…”

“Gunpowder” fitted his gas mask onto a little girl’s face and then glanced at the dozen underage boys and girls huddling in the room.

He forced a smile and said, “Don’t be afraid, we will take you out of here…”

The little girl stabilized the shaky gas mask, breathed in smoothly, then took it off and handed it back to “Gunpowder,” stuttering, “Can you take to find my mom?

I kind of miss her…”

“Gunpowder” paused, then put the mask back on the girl, firmly nodding his head as he held her shoulders, “No problem, I’ll find your mom for you…”

With that, “Gunpowder” gently pushed the girl, then closed the room door.

The mont the door shut, “Gunpowder” ignited with fiery anger, his eyes blazing with rage as he walked over to “Saint” and said to “Hellhound,” “We go out and wipe them out, then establish a defense line on the opposite side.

Boss, I want to kill those sons of bitches, they all deserve to die…”

“Hellhound,” holding the makeshift explosives, shook his head and said, “No, there’s too much firepower outside.

We’ll blow through the floor and go down.

The support team is being held on the floor below, you three go down to et them, then encircle from bottom to top.

Cough, we can’t keep going like this…”

“Gunpowder,” a veteran soldier of many years, instantly understood “Hellhound’s” plan and nodded vigorously, “Let’s get started; I’m going to fuck them up…”

“Hellhound” didn’t have ti to focus on “Gunpowder’s” emotions; he fired continuously at several spots on the corner of the floor, making small holes and stuffing the thin strips of explosives inside.

He simply activated the blaster, then dragged the detonator back several ters, shouting, “Attention, the bomb is exploding…”

“Boom boom boom…”

Following “Hellhound” pressing the detonator, a series of explosions rang out, and the wooden floor was blown open with a 70-centiter wide hole.

“Gunpowder,” like a hound hearing the call to hunt, clutched his gun and jumped in.

“Ah~”

“Sorry~”

Sharp screams ca from downstairs, along with “Gunpowder’s” insincere apology…

“Saint” handed two magazines to “Frisbee” and “Locksmith,” who stayed behind, then followed “Shark’s” steps, rushed to the hole’s edge, and jumped down without hesitation.

“Hellhound” slid his magazines along the floor towards “Locksmith” and “Frisbee” guarding the door, shouting loudly, “Hold the hallway, we must wait for the others to get up.”

“Frisbee” picked up the magazines and moved to the doorway, quickly leaning out to take down a few n disabled by the flashbang grenade, then retracted his body as a counterattack ca from around the corner…

“Boss, when was the last ti we did sothing this thrilling?”

“Hellhound” laid out collected AK rifles and ammunition on a table, carefully picking through them, and while loading the acceptable bullets into magazines, he shook his head and said, “A few months, I guess.

Last ti we had sothing this thrilling, the outco wasn’t so good.”

As “Hellhound” spoke, “Frisbee” heard footsteps in the hallway.

He quickly stuck his head out and fired continuously, then grunted amidst a barrage of return fire, cursing as he swung his arm forcefully…

A stray bullet struck “Frisbee’s” hand holding the forestock, leaving one of his fingers hanging by just flesh…

“FUCK~”

“Frisbee” retracted, cursing, then pulled out a flashbang grenade and tossed it, pressed his injured middle finger against his hand’s back.

He then fumbled for his hemostatic spray, sprayed it randomly a few tis, and quickly wrapped so gauze around it.

“Locksmith,” seizing the mont of the grenade’s explosion, quickly leaned out and shot down several terrorists trying to approach, then turned to “Frisbee,” who was continuously swearing, and laughed, “Frisbee, Elephant said P.B.

has dical insurance, which is really useful for you now, since losing a middle finger ans a lot less fun, haha…”

“Frisbee” cursed a few more tis, poked his rifle out to spray a burst of bullets, then bitterly said with a smirk, “Why don’t those guys run?

Are terrorists nowadays all this crazy?

I’ve never encountered such people before.”

“Hellhound” quickly sorted a few AK magazines, loaded them, and ran to the inner door to pull it open and take a look, ensuring there were no major issues, then he ran to the entrance, pulled out a telescopic mirror to peek out…

Discovering this ti there was no assault, he finally said, “Among those hostages, apart from a few MSL kids, the rest are locals from New Jersey, there must be soone very important among them.

I just asked the FBI outside, there have been no reports of missing children in New Jersey in the past few days, but these children seem to have been kidnapped recently.

“”””

They must be planning a very ticulous attack that requires the cooperation of these children’s families.

We must rescue all the children…”

‘Frisbee’ bared his teeth and nodded, saying: “But right now, we’re the ones who need rescuing, why the hell am I being so stubborn, there are so many weapons in the armory, why did I insist on using my own AR?

I should’ve grabbed so grenades, and a machine gun as well…

Elephant, that greedy bastard, told they always carry a Broad Sword with them, I freaking need one of those things.”

‘Hellhound’ helplessly nodded and said: “We’re rcenaries now, remind next ti, if we had a couple of Broad Swords, we could take them down right now.”

While ‘Hellhound’ was speaking, footsteps could be heard again from the outer corridor…

This ti the enemy was more aggressive, shooting around the main door while slowly advancing towards it…

The walls on both sides of the main door were being hit with a continuous crackling noise, and the shattered pieces of concrete were flying everywhere.

‘Hellhound’ kneaded the remaining explosives into a lump, inserted a Blaster into it, and stuffed it into a glass bottle, then he rolled the bottle out with his hand.

As the glass bottle rolled out four or five ters away, ‘Hellhound’ pressed the Detonator…

“Boom”

An explosion burst out, and the flying glass shards bloodied several attackers beyond recognition.

Since there wasn’t much of the explosive, the few guys outside didn’t suffer any fatal injuries, but the sight of their flesh rolling around on their lower bodies freaked them out.

Listening to these people’s heart-wrenching screams, ‘Locksmith’ quickly peeked out to take a glance, then grinned and said: “I don’t know why, but hearing their screams makes feel at ease!”

‘Hellhound’ nodded in agreent and said: “Don’t kill them, let them scream, it might hold off the others for a while.”

While saying this, ‘Hellhound’ glanced at the ti and said: “It seems like ‘Gunpowder’ and his crew have fallen behind, they still haven’t co up…”

As ‘Hellhound’ was speaking, ‘Frisbee’ made a silencing gesture and then frowned, asking: “Did you guys hear anything?”

‘Hellhound’ was taken aback for a mont, he took off his sound pickup earphones and shook his ears, saying: “No…”

Before he could finish, ‘Hellhound’ heard a faint scream, then he ran to the window in the inner corridor and leaned out to listen carefully…

This ti it was much clearer, the sounds of intermittent screams were coming from the floors below where they were situated, it was as if it was not an apartnt building but hell itself.

“Shit!

What the hell is happening?”

Saying this, ‘Hellhound’ pressed the communicator and said: “‘Gunpowder’, what have you done?

Don’t ss around, you’re going to get the boss in trouble!”

At this mont, ‘Gunpowder’ had already t up with Boss Qiao and the others…

He took the 200-round Toxin Drum Magazine that Ayu handed over to him, looked at the screaming unfortunate souls scattered all over the ground, and said with a grin: “I’m not the troublemaker, the boss has arrived.

You guys really should co down and see for yourself, it’s damn thrilling.

I think shooting people with these bullets should get you a life sentence!

But I love these things, I should take a chance with this kind of gun and pay a visit to Congress to greet those sons of bitches…”

While ‘Gunpowder’ was speaking, the screams from downstairs grew clearer and bizarrely began to develop a rhythm, with a high and low pitch arrangent…

‘Hellhound’ couldn’t see what was happening, but those screams were too horrifying.

As a rational person, ‘Hellhound’ was just about to ask what exactly happened when gunfire broke out outside, but it wasn’t directed at them…

Hearing that ‘Gunpowder’ was not responding, ‘Hellhound’ rushed to the doorway and peeked out with a small mirror once again.

Like the sound of chainsaws, gunfire sprang up from both sides of the corridor, and then ‘Hellhound’ saw people from both sides scrambling over like sheep chased by hungry wolves, tumbling and crawling.

So of them ran a few steps before falling to the ground and began screaming in pain, curling up before starting to convulse violently…

Ayu’s towering figure erged around the corner, the Minimi in his hand propped on the gap of the Shield, rhythmically firing at the poor devils in the passageway.

Counterattacks were nonexistent, as this was the first ti Joe Ga used toxin bullets on a large scale, creating a hellish effect.

A few people screaming could still be endured, but when a whole group of people fell to the ground screaming, the terrorists who had besieged ‘Hellhound’ for nearly an hour completely broke down.

‘Hellhound’ watched as a strong black guy got hit by the machine gun fire, then held his lower back and cried loudly for his mother, he incredulously exchanged glances with ‘Frisbee’ and ‘Locksmith’ and said: “Shit, what the hell is this?”