Mercenary’s War Chapter 649 - 649 642 If you mess with me I'll beat you to d

649: Chapter 642: If you ss with , I’ll beat you to death.

649: Chapter 642: If you ss with , I’ll beat you to death.

Gao Yang was always serious in what he said, especially when he was warning others, but many people, especially strangers, did not realize this, which was very dangerous.

There were also those who did realize that Gao Yang was serious, but still took it lightly and wanted to test it out, and that was even more dangerous, like that tall Russian.

“Hahahaha, beat to death?

Co on then, hit , how do you want to do it?

I’m all in.”

While the West Asian man continued to taunt with laughter, the Russian had already cast Glolov aside and turned, heading straight towards Gao Yang.

The Russians are known as the Fighting Nation for a reason.

The harsh climate made most people living in Russia very straightforward and violent.

All kinds of bizarre incidents happened to Russians, seeming rather normal and not so bizarre after all.

As for coming to blows over a minor disagreent, that was entirely normal.

At a distance of four to five ters between Gao Yang, the West Asian man, and the Russian, when Gao Yang saw the Russian approaching him angrily, he knew things would not end well.

Gao Yang had said he would beat to death anyone who irritated him again, and now it was clear the Russian no longer just wanted to talk tough but was ready to take action, which was definitely an irritation beyond endurance.

In the underworld, your word must count.

“Toad, beat him to death!”

Gao Yang shouted fiercely.

With a top-notch fighter at his side, Gao Yang usually left the physical stuff to Li Jinfang.

The problem was, Eileen was closer to the Russian this ti.

Hearing Gao Yang’s loud shout, even though it was in Mandarin, which Eileen understood, she, being closer to the Russian, imdiately took action.

A punch toward the Russian’s face, and the tall Russian dodged to the side, then imdiately threw a right hook at Eileen.

The Russian’s stance looked like boxing, but his legs were also moving, actually following the path of military combat techniques.

Although the Russian was big, he was agile and fast.

However, Eileen was no ordinary person.

Apart from Li Jin, and besides being tricked by Gao once, she feared no one.

With a fierce cry, Eileen closed in on the Russian, blocking a right hook with her left hand and a kick from his left leg with her right foot.

Then she lunged forward, striking the Russian’s abdon with a knee bump similar to those in Muay Thai, knocking him to the ground.

Eileen stopped her assault and disdainfully spat at the Russian lying on the ground.

The West Asian person was shocked and yelled, “You dare to strike!”

The West Asian had reason to be surprised because they had many more people; thus, he did not expect Gao Yang to actually fight back.

As the West Asian reached for his gun, Lee loudly said, “Boss said to beat him to death!”

Lee did as Gao Yang said.

If Gao Yang said to beat soone to death, then Lee would certainly kill the Russian, but evidently, Eileen couldn’t fully grasp Gao Yang’s aning like Lee could, so when she preemptively struck, she only knocked down the Russian instead of killing him.

Feeling he needed to take care of it himself, Lee was reminding Eileen of this as he moved forward; anwhile, Eileen had an epiphany.

“Sorry, sir!”

As Eileen apologized, she stomped down, intending to rectify her mistake and complete the unfinished order.

Li Jinfang moved forward, Eileen stamped her foot down, West Asian person picked up the gun, a Russian picked up the gun, and all West Asian people raised their guns—it all happened at the sa ti.

In fact, it was all in an instant.

Why didn’t Gao Yang personally take on that Russian?

Because he was prepared to use a gun!

Gao Yang was better with guns, so he ant for Li Jinfang to engage in hand-to-hand combat while he kept an eye on those West Asians with guns.

If the West Asians and the Russian decided to shoot, he would shoot first.

Compared to those West Asians and Russians who had just walked out from their residences, Gao Yang and his team were always battle-ready, with their firearms loaded, safeties off, and ready to fire—in fact, the safeties had all been disengaged as soon as they exited the vehicle.

Gao Yang, of course, had also prepared for shooting; he only needed to grab the shotgun that hung under his arm.

Before the West Asian person could even work the bolt of his gun, Gao Yang had already fired.

As Eileen’s foot ca crashing down, the Russian lying on the ground let out a clear, crisp sound of a breaking neck.

The fracture served as a prelude, and Gao Yang’s gun sounded first.

In close combat, Gao Yang definitely used the shotgun, he raised the gun and blasted it towards the West Asian person.

The spread of pellets from the powerful shotgun sprayed across the West Asian man’s face from less than six ters away, hitting him before he even had a chance to disengage the safety on his gun.

The West Asian people and the Russians were all wearing bulletproof vests and helts, so Gao Yang aid exclusively for the face.

It was brutal!

The poor soul who took a close-range shotgun blast to the face was bound to die, and with the face blasted apart, worse than a smashed waterlon, it could only be described as too ghastly to endure.

Do nothing or go all out—since the situation was bound to escalate step by step anyway, it was better to act decisively and take out all the enemies before they could use their nurical advantage.

After he had emptied the shotgun, Gao Yang didn’t go for a tactical reload but imdiately drew his pistol instead.

Still aiming with his pistol, it was face shots all the way.

Gao Yang fired three tis, obliterating three faces before ceasing fire, because there were no targets left; when he fired, of course, the others didn’t just stand by.

“Stop, everybody stop!”

Only after Gao Yang stopped shooting did he hear soone yelling for them to stop; unfortunately for them, it was too late.

As Gao Yang and his team were in conflict with those West Asians and Russians, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, including the minds behind Free Syrian.

Love for spectating is part of human nature, not confined to any particular country.

“They’ve killed all the blasting experts!”

Gao Yang heard a yell—more one of astonishnt than horror—turned swiftly, and saw a bunch of spectators with their mouths agape, shocked.

Fortunately, not a single one of them had raised a gun.

It seed that he wouldn’t need to open fire and carve a bloody path after all.

It appears the Russian was right; here, the death of a person is really nothing, and the death of many is no big deal either.

Gao Yang holstered his pistol, and while loading new rounds into his shotgun one by one, he said with an indifferent face, “You all heard it, I warned them.” (To be continued.

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