In Huaxia, there's a saying: one rat dropping can spoil a whole pot of soup.
Although comparing Xiaofan to a rat dropping is quite disgusting, isn't Xiaofan just that proverbial rat dropping to the assassin organization hosting this competition? And he's one big rat dropping at that.
Including Lingze, none of the other senior mbers of the assassin organizations knew what was happening in this forest.
They only knew that as things approached the end, the sounds of battle started to spread out.
Since there was no video monitoring capturing the scene, the assassin organization from M Country used aerial drones to take footage from above.
But how could they capture the desired footage over the dense forest?
Anyway, this heavily smoking region had indeed turned chaotic, like a pot of porridge.
As Xiaofan charged recklessly with an AK47, the bullets sprayed everywhere, causing massive commotion.
So couldn't resist, trying to attack Xiaofan, but once Xiaofan dodged, he imdiately disappeared, leaving them to be confronted by assassins from another side.
Where there's one battle, can a second be far away?
After emptying the bullets from three AK47s in his hands, Xiaofan casually tossed them aside, swiftly slipping into the shadows, leisurely observing the chaos.
The masters sent in by the assassin organizations moved in teams of several or even over a dozen people, acting together. Like Xiaofan, they all had walkie-talkies for communication, and once they found a target, they acted.
Actually, according to Lingze's plan, in the end, more than three hundred assassins were expected to walk out of the forest alive. After all, even the weaker assassins could accumulate experience to participate again next year. This way, Lingze and the others could save on training expenses for a batch of experts.
Wow, after Xiaofan's disruption, if a quarter of them are left, that's really sothing!
The main culprit of this mass chaos was hiding nearby, his expression incredibly calm.
Fight, fight hard, I won't play this ti until you all drop dead.
So assassins recognized the situation was off, narrowly escaping flying bullets multiple tis, clearly this place was not to stay.
But as soon as they got up to retreat, they were ambushed by hidden assassins behind them, causing more commotion and triggering yet another chain reaction.
This pot of porridge is probably nothing compared to the current ss.
"Hmm?"
The battle continued, and after watching for twenty minutes, our Xiaofan began gathering Life Cards.
Yes, that's right, Life Cards were in the waist pouches of the bodies, just walk up, open the pouch, and the Life Card was in hand.
Occasionally encountering soone blindly attacking Xiaofan, he'd casually grab another Life Card while dealing with them.
One, two, wow, this bastard even has eight Life Cards, impressive, impressive...
Hit the jackpot, hit the jackpot this ti.
Xiaofan excitedly counted the increasing number of Life Cards, of course, not forgetting his main task amidst the excitent.
"Zuimo, be alert, number 232, the assassin ranked 27th is heading your way. Not weak. Be careful."
"Got it."
"Leng Yue, number 433, ranked 98th, yours."
"Alright."
"Han..."
"Hmm, what number?"
"No one's coming, checking if you're asleep."
"Oh good grief. I'm about to get bored out of my mind."
"Hey, there's movent, three o'clock direction on your side, right?" Xiaofan suddenly heard commotion.
"Let check..." Han Shengjun imdiately took out the scope to look: "Hmm, eight people, must be two groups, four against four, wow, equally matched."
"Throw a couple of grenades over, take their Life Cards."
"You got it."
"Xiaofan, dealt with, the guy on this side had four Life Cards."
"I handled it here too, two Life Cards."
"Hmm... continue to hide, await orders on the spot."
'Boom.' 'Boom.'
Imdiately following, two deafening explosions were heard. Three minutes later, Han Shengjun's voice ca through the walkie-talkie.
"Wow, what are these Life Cards made of? Bombs won't destroy them?"
"Isn't it good they aren't destroyed? If they were, they wouldn't count. But the organizers really spent money this ti, these things are really durable."
'Whiz.'
A bullet headed straight for Xiaofan's head, Xiaofan tilted his head, effortlessly dodging it. Then he disappeared once again into the thicket.
The snipers' abilities were also showcased at this mont. Xiaofan didn't imdiately stop them because their presence was indeed a very useful asset.
In fact, the seemingly fierce chaos was just beginning. The forest is vast, and more competitors are arriving, aiming to snatch so benefits.
"Number 001?"
Seeing this number plate, Xiaofan took a closer look at the opponent's appearance and imdiately realized he was the assassin forrly ranked seventh.
Xiaofan had observed him secretly for a long ti, his skills surprisingly exceeding the level of the Four Heroes of Yanhuang.
Even if Zuimo faced him, it would be difficult to say if he could kill him.
This guy, approximately thirty years old, with a face full of stubble, excelled in close combat technology and was skilled at dodging bullets, and several assassins couldn't even survive a single move against him.
Behind him were over a dozen other assassins following, killing all the way, the others occasionally covering for him, spending the rest of their ti collecting Life Cards from the bodies.
Ray Green... forrly ranked seventh. This ti, he's the only one from the top ten participating. Belongs to M Country's Cross Society. Seems like he's aiming for first place this ti.
However, being targeted by Xiaofan, he won't be getting far.
'Bang.'
Just as Xiaofan was about to start attacking the dozen or so assassins from behind, soone suddenly blocked Ray Green's attack. Furthermore, both sides retreated several steps, ending in a draw.
Who? Who could have such skills?
Glancing over, Xiaofan's pupils slightly constricted. A yellow-skinned person? An Oriental? So, which country was he from? Huaxia? Or perhaps Japan?
The two sides confronted each other, unwilling to yield, yet neither showed intention of making a move again.
Ray Green's companions wanted to charge forward but were held back by Ray Green's hand.
This was the showdown between experts, at least Ray Green knew he shouldn't risk it at such a place against the opponent. Should his teammates attack, they might get killed instantly.
The Eastern man scoffed at the supposed seventh-ranked assassin before him, crouched to pick up a Life Card from in front of a corpse, rose, gave Ray Green and his people a thumbs-down, sneeringly uttered two words: "Baka..."
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