The Reincarnation Killer Organization was divided into four levels: bronze, silver, gold, and diamond. For this assassination operation, the Reincarnation Organization deployed a squad: five silver-level assassins led by a gold dal killer. The mobilization of so many advanced killers for a single mission was a rare occurrence within the Reincarnation Killers, signaling their determination and overflowing confidence. Everything had unfolded according to the established plan.
However, in just one night, the beggar who scouted out the nightclub was dead, the commander in charge of the valley was dead, the assassin lurking in the guesthouse was dead, and the one who flipped his car following up for assistance was dead. Four had perished overnight, and with the one killed during the negotiations, none of the squad of five survived. Only the white assassin who had led the charge toward the basent entrance to kill Ett remained, the captain of the operation and a gold dal killer.
Within the Reincarnation Killer Organization, bronze dal assassins were the base level, but they also had to have over three years of experience to qualify. Silver-level assassins were the backbone of the Reincarnation Killer Organization, and typically a mission would only require deploying bronze dal assassins; a slightly more challenging task could be handled by a silver-level assassin leading the team. This ti, even a gold dal killer leading a team of silver-level assassins hadn't managed to accomplish the goal, nearly resulting in total annihilation. This enraged the leading gold dal killer to the extre.
Ett's attack effectively ignited the gold dal killer's fury. Nothing short of killing would quell it. Ett, though pressed by gunfire and lacking in combat experience, was still soone who lived on the edge, the son of the Commander of the Wata Guerrillas. His insights and perspectives weren't poor, and sensing sothing was amiss, he quickly retreated, hiding around a corner in the basent, gun aid at the entrance.
The enraged gold dal killer charged towards the entrance, not seeing Ett and wanting to rush in to pursue him. But reason prevailed, knowing it would be too dangerous to charge forward. Taking a deep breath, he cald himself down and began searching for grenades, only to find the battlefield in complete chaos. Luo Zheng and others, relying on their superior close combat abilities, engaged the militants with minimal loss on their side, but corpses littered the ground. Continuing the fight like this would likely result in mutual destruction.
Thinking of the mission, the gold dal killer grew even calr, abandoning the pursuit of Ett and charging at Luo Zheng while searching for Cody, he shouted, "Damn it, everyone spread out, fall back, use guns!" The ard militants lacked professional training and engaging in close combat was to expose their weaknesses—this was unacceptable.
Cody, hidden among the rear crowd, watched as his n were continuously killed. Although their opponents were also injured, the wounds weren't serious. At a loss, he lit up upon hearing the gold dal killer's shout and loudly directed the troops in the local language. Seeing the enemy beginning to withdraw, Luo Zheng and the others were shocked and quickly pursued. If they let the distance widen, they would surely be the ones to die.
Outnumbered, the best strategy was close combat. With the enemy close and packed together, they hesitated to shoot for fear of friendly fire. As long as they didn't shoot, their speed, strength, and combat skills could sustain them for a while. But once the enemy distanced themselves and opened fire, they wouldn't last even a minute. Amidst the pursuit, Lan Xue's face was ice cold as she locked a militant's neck, using him as a shield against bullets. Her chilling gaze quickly scanned the area—everyone was montarily safe, but danger lurked everywhere, and ti was running out. In desperation, she shouted, thrusting the strangled person forward and darted toward Luo Zheng, resolved to face death together, if it ca to that.
Luo Zheng, hearing Lan Xue's howl, feared sothing was wrong and quickly turned to look. Seeing Lan Xue running towards him, her eyes filled with resignation and anger, he instantly got the idea. He delivered a vicious roundhouse kick to a militant's head, flinging him three or four ters away into an ard militant ready to shoot. Seizing the opportunity, Luo Zheng dashed towards Lan Xue, using the broken walls to evade the gunfire.
The two were only a few ters apart, yet charging at each other with full force, they quickly t. Their eyes locked, filled with concern and worry, but neither uttered a word. Instead, they nodded in unison, nearly at the sa ti they roared and lunged forward, going prone to avoid the gunfire. They picked up guns from the ground.
Distance was an advantage for the ard militants, facilitating their attacks, while for Luo Zheng and his companions it was a disadvantage, leaving them passively taking hits in a life or death mont, with no escape. Luo Zheng and Lan Xue tacitly chose to fight back fiercely. Even if they were to die, they were determined to take a few enemies down with them. With their superb military skills, they skillfully dodged the first wave of attacks, picked up guns, and concealed themselves behind a piece of broken wall, angrily returning fire with burst shots.
The militants retreated from the collapsed villa, and Luo Zheng and Lan Xue, seizing the opportunity, concealed themselves and faced off against the militants' firepower. Lan Xue fired her gun while letting out a long, high-pitched howl, like a starving wolf howling at the moon. Her cry tore through the sky and carried far. Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, Mountain Eagle, and the others heard the howl and, understanding the signal, abandoned their opponents and rushed at maximum speed to take cover in the collapsed buildings.
The building ruins were littered with the bodies of those killed and scattered weapons, along with walls that hadn't completely collapsed. The piles of bricks provided good protection. Everyone concealed themselves among the debris, firing their guns in anger, howling, and with murderous intent filling the air, channeling all their fury into each bullet that entered the enemy's bodies and ignited them.
"Brothers, hold on, to persist is to triumph, our reinforcents should be arriving soon," Lan Xue shouted out loud, stabilizing the morale of the troops. Morale was crucial in a battle like this; as long as they kept their spirits up, they could hold out a little longer and hope for victory. As the team leader, Lan Xue was very aware of this.
"You son of a bitch, co on," Snow Leopard cursed angrily, venting his inner rage, while continuously firing in bursts. The shell casings were ejected from the gun chambers, fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and bullets whistled away, knocking ard militants to the ground, devouring lives.
Previously, without weapons, everyone had no choice but to take hits passively, even hiding in the basent. Now, surrounded by weapons and with the rubble for cover, the five of them each defended a position. They cooperated tactically with practiced ease, not needing any orders to know how to fight, which targets to shoot first, and how to suppress and blockade with crossfire.
With this tactic, the militants suffered greatly. The area around was clear, with nowhere to take cover, and even lying on the ground they were sitting ducks. Under the precise shooting of Luo Zheng and the others, the casualties of the militants increased significantly. If not for Cody desperately suppressing them, they probably would have collapsed and fled much earlier.
Watching his n being taken down one by one, Cody was frantically worried. These n were his assets for a secure life. He glanced at the Gold dal Killer with venomous eyes, who was lying down and shooting, filled with rage. If it hadn't been for taking the advice of the Gold dal Killer to distance themselves, how could the outco have turned into this?
"Fire, kill one and get a hundred thousand, hit them hard for ," Cody roared in anger, his eyes bloodshot. At this point, regret was useless. As long as they killed the people inside, they would get the money, and the rest of his life would be worry-free. This was the mont to gamble for wealth and prosperity.
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