r18novel Chapter 109 He's gone berserk!
Chapter 109 He's gone berserk!
Chapter 109 He's gone berserk!
A three-person team cautiously peeked out from around the corner of the stairs, attempting to flank them. Song Zhaowen sensed their presence beforehand and slipped out from behind a side door the instant they appeared.
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
The AK-74U, fitted with a silencer, spat out short bursts of fire. Three precise bursts of fire caused blood to explode from the foreheads of three men almost simultaneously, and they fell straight down.
From downstairs came the commander's roar in Burmese, seemingly mobilizing more men to prepare for a strong attack.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Song Zhaowen's lips.
It would be better to have more talented people.
Not enough killing!
He suddenly kicked open the door of a room that looked like a storage room next door, which was filled with some odds and ends and — several boxes of weapons.
Hand grenades, explosives, detonators.
Song Zhaowen's eyes lit up: "Good stuff."
He quickly hung several grenades on his waist, grabbed two pieces of plastic explosives and stuffed them into his tactical vest, and put a bundle of detonators and a detonator into his pocket.
After doing all this, he did not leave immediately, but listened carefully to the sounds downstairs.
His exceptional hearing allowed him to distinguish at least three groups of people approaching the main building from different directions, one of whom appeared to be carrying heavy equipment—possibly recoilless rifles or flamethrowers.
Without any delay, Song Zhaowen, fully rearmed, rushed out of the room and sprinted down the stairs. He ran into a squad of soldiers who had just reached the second floor. Before they could even raise their guns, Song Zhaowen had already opened fire.
The short bursts of fire were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, instantly reaping the lives of several men in the front ranks. The soldiers behind tried to retreat in terror, but a grenade thrown by Song Zhaowen blocked their escape route.
"boom!"
The shockwave and debris from the explosion raged through the narrow stairwell, drowning out screams.
His speed was so fast that ordinary soldiers couldn't keep up with his pace at all; they would often only see a black shadow flash before the bullet was already in front of them. His neural reaction speed, which was five times faster than that of ordinary people, brought not only faster movement, but also a comprehensive improvement in neural reaction and motor coordination.
More guards had gathered in the lobby, establishing a defensive line using sofas, countertops, and load-bearing pillars. But they were facing an opponent who did not play by the rules at all.
Instead of launching a direct assault through the main entrance, Song Zhaowen climbed out through a side window shattered by a stray bullet. He moved swiftly along the outer wall like a gecko, circling around to a small door at the back of the hall. The door was locked from the inside, but he kicked it open and tumbled inside.
Before the guards inside could react, Song Zhaowen's rifle was already spitting fire, instantly clearing out a corner.
The more people were killed, the more bodies piled up.
The tanks outside finally adjusted their angles, raising their cannons slightly to aim at the first floor of the main building.
"Listen up, you inside! Surrender now! Otherwise, we'll open fire!" A harsh warning came from the loudspeaker, as if afraid the killer inside wouldn't understand that it was in English.
Hearing this warning, Ah Bao, who was trembling behind the jeep, turned pale: "They've gone mad—they've all gone mad—Brother Zhaowen, come out quickly! The tanks are about to fire!"
Song Zhaowen, who was in the hall, naturally heard it too. He glanced at the ferocious steel behemoth outside the window, then at the remaining, terrified guards in the hall, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He desperately wanted to know the limits of his "alienated" body.
Of course, he wouldn't actually try to take on a tank cannon head-on; that would be suicide.
But he can do something more exciting.
He quickly moved to a window in the hall near the tanks, pulled a piece of plastic explosive from his tactical vest, quickly attached the detonator and trigger, and set a three-second delay. Then, he took a deep breath, unleashed five times his normal strength, and hurled the explosive like a cannonball at the vulnerable point where the tank turret connected to the hull—the turret ring!
The explosives drew an arc in the air.
The tank crew clearly hadn't expected anyone to use this method to "anti-tank." By the time they noticed the unidentified object flying towards them, it was too late.
"BOOM—!!!"
The deafening roar, several times more powerful than a grenade explosion, shook the entire manor.
The plastic explosive detonated at the turret ring. Although it wasn't enough to completely destroy the old tank, the enormous impact and shrapnel severely damaged the turret's rotating mechanism and injured the crew inside. The turret tilted, and the gun barrel drooped limply.
Thick smoke billowed from all parts of the tank, and panicked shouts came from inside.
The estate's private armed forces were completely stunned. Even the tanks had been destroyed by this madman; what could possibly stop him?
The Burmese were devastated. Someone yelled, "A demon of Asura! He's a demon of Asura!"
A group of Burmese people dropped their guns, terrified, and fled in all directions, crying and screaming.
Just then, a huge floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of the main building was pushed open.
With a cigar dangling from his mouth and dressed in a custom-made suit, Cai Ba appeared on the terrace.
Those deep eyes slowly swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, the burning vehicles, and the smoking tanks, finally settling on the main building's entrance.
There, Song Zhaowen stood facing him from afar, carrying an AK-74U.
"Brilliant." Cai Ba exhaled a smoke ring, his voice coming through the loudspeaker: "It was truly—absolutely brilliant."
"Song Zhaowen, right?" Cai Ba looked down at him. "Ah Bao has brought me back an extraordinary guest this time."
Song Zhaowen scoffed, "Damn it, is this how you treat your guests?" He then aimed his gun at Cai Ba.
Despite being aimed at by a gun, Cai Ba showed no fear.
"You know what? I buried a full 1000 pounds of C4 explosives under the foundation of this building. The detonator is connected to a sensor on my chest. Once it detects that my heart has stopped beating, this area... bang, will turn to ashes." Cai Ba made an explosion gesture.
"No matter how good you are at fighting, I don't believe you can instantly run away from an explosion blast radius a kilometer away."
Ah Bao then stepped forward shakily, glancing at the corpses scattered on the ground. He swallowed hard and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "We're all friends, let's talk this out. Boss, Brother Zhaowen, don't be impulsive!"
Cai Ba was the first to bow his head: "Mr. Song, we were not hospitable enough just now. Shall we come over and have another chat?"
Song Zhaowen lowered the gun barrel: "Anything is negotiable as long as there's money to be made."
"Haha, I love greedy friends!"
A dozen minutes later, in the upscale cigar room on the third floor of the villa.
Cai Ba sat opposite Song Zhaowen and A Bao.
A beautiful maid, her legs trembling and her hands shaking, served Song Zhaowen fragrant tea.
The servants all witnessed Song Zhaowen slaughtering his way through the entire manor. In the eyes of these Burmese women, he was a demon in human skin!
This maid possessed a pair of exceptionally large breasts, a rarity in the human world, and her skin was not as dark as those Burmese monkeys, but rather incredibly fair.
While she was bending over, Song Zhaowen reached in and kneaded her vigorously. The maid screamed repeatedly but dared not resist.
But this action made the three men present relax and burst into laughter.