Login with GoogleChapter 119: Guns Are Faster Than Swords
Regret?
What is the matter that you feel sorry about?
The moment the armed militants understood the apology and compassion in the other person's words, they sensed the smell of death approaching.
Because during this brief conversation, even though the other person kept smiling, stood still, and remained polite.
But his hostility and intent to kill could no longer be suppressed from the moment the door to the hospital room was pushed open.
A sense of impending death kept spreading in his mind.
The armed militant instinctively pulled the trigger, making a clicking sound.
There were no bullets flying, and no metal sweeping around.
He only heard a loud snap, and half of the machine gun fell to the ground. Metal parts scattered and revealed a sliced metal barrel, like a dead fish that had been gutted.
When?
This man was a hired soldier from abroad, and he had taken part in various conflicts in different regions. He had engaged in many battles, including ambushes, counterattacks, and decisive victories. He had served on the war-torn continent for more than eight years, and there were still five bullets trapped in his body that could not be removed.
His excellent sense of danger kept him alert. Even though he knew he was in a dire situation, he didn't panic. His first instinct was to pull out another handgun he had with him and aim it at the bed.
He felt a slight cold sweat on his forehead and said, "You may not be afraid, but I don't believe you are faster than a bullet."
Bai Wei closed his left eye and gave a mischievous smile. "I think you might have a little problem with your intelligence."
He took a fearless step forward and said, "Since I knew you would come."
A sword slipped from under the sleeve and landed in the palm, its blade glimmering in the desolate moonlight.
"How did I end up leaving her in such a dangerous place?"
Bang!
The armed individual quickly pointed his gun in a different direction and successfully pulled the trigger, firing a shot.
But just before the bullet exited the gun barrel, it split into two, piercing through the barrel, the gun itself, and the person holding it.
Swoosh... A whole arm was cleanly cut into two pieces, with flesh and bones separating, dangling from the shoulder.
The armed individual gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging with intensity. He staggered backward, suppressing the excruciating pain, attempting to signal and call for his companions.
But in the next moment, he noticed the sword. It was not particularly extraordinary; he had seen ancient knives before. However, for a soldier, a tactical knife was still more practical and useful.
As a hired soldier, he had witnessed many skilled experts in sword techniques. However, he knew that no matter how fast a sword was, it couldn't harm someone without getting blood on it, unless...
"Second-grade..." His neck's cold fur stood on end.
The grading of the Nine Ranks of Martial Arts by the Ming Country had long spread throughout the world. Born as ordinary humans, they could, through daily practice, wield a sword to cleave through a tank. This ability was unique to the East, as most of the world adhered to the concept of bloodline supremacy. It was precisely because of this departure from conventional wisdom that such enemies were the most terrifying. They not only possessed immense strength but also boasted unparalleled battle experience, making them exceptional.
He stared intensely at the sword, wary of its sharply penetrating sword aura. He made up his mind to crawl out, even if he had to sacrifice a leg or a hand. Once outside, he planned to use firepower to trap this man in the room and then find a way to escape!
As he was thinking this, little did he expect that Bai Wei would casually toss aside the sword. To his surprise, the sharp blade penetrated through the door of the sickroom, leaving the two hired soldiers guarding outside completely bewildered.
They weren't standing outside the door, but hiding near the wall. However, it was pointless because the sword spun and flew through the walls, shattering them as easily as freshly baked soft tofu.
The armed militant quickly retreated, but before he could react, a stomp landed and shattered his facial mask. A brutal knee strike followed, not only with sheer force but also with a surge of ferocious energy. Reaching the second-grade level, it mattered little whether he held a sword or not; even the slightest movement could unleash the sharpness of a butchering blade.
Even though Bai Wei used his knee, the armed militant felt as if his own chin had been pressed into a meat grinder.
The facial mask shattered, with bits of skin and flesh splattering everywhere. His jawbone instantly became useless, leaving him unable to eat solid food in his next life if he didn't die.
Fully armed and weighing over a hundred kilograms, he suddenly soared into the air, crashing through the door of the sickroom. The impact on his head was so strong that he had already suffered a concussion, rendering him unable to give any commands. He couldn't even move a single finger, his body only twitching involuntarily.
The flying figure didn't crash into the wall and turn into a puddle of mud. Instead, a hand grabbed it by the ankle and swung it around in the spacious public area outside the ward. It was thrown like a projectile, and accurately hit two other mercenary guards stationed in the hallway. They started shooting, their guns rattling as they unleashed a barrage of bullets, but none of them hit their intended targets. Instead, they all struck the armed militant who had flown in and was blocking their barrels.
As they landed a painful blow on their comrade, their bodies were also sent flying by the hundred-kilogram flying person, soaring more than five meters away.
Bai Wei glanced towards the other end of the corridor. With a wave of his hand, the tiger-headed Han sword flew back into his grasp. He strolled casually, gracefully swinging the sword from left to right, delivering a fatal blow to two mercenaries who hadn't managed to get up yet.
Both of them clutching their necks fell to the ground, blood spilling everywhere. After a moment, they became silent, without even a final word.
[The foreign mercenaries.]
[Overall Level: 17]
After the person died, the dangerous words that hovered above their head disappeared too. There were no other words left, proving that they were all human.
Bai Wei lifted their headgears, revealing a white person and a black person. Together with the person who had just been killed, they all came from different nationalities. There is no need to delve too deeply into the origins of mercenaries, as they are the kind of people who perish for the sake of wealth, just like birds preying on the dead for food.
Bai Wei was about to leave but then he stopped. He looked at the sword in his hand and the submachine gun that had fallen on the ground. This type of small submachine gun had a fast rate of fire and a low price. It was once the preferred weapon for mercenaries.
Picking up a submachine gun, he pulled back the safety bolt. Even though he didn't have any experience with firearms, he quickly figured out how to use it.
While Bai Wei was playing with the firearm, he heard the sounds of gunshots and other mercenaries coming up the stairs to the floor. The first group of people noticed the corpses on the ground and Bai Wei standing in the corridor.
The firepower attack was initiated.
He didn't leave; he intentionally waited for the crowd to gather. He immediately dashed into the duty room, dodging the bullets sweeping past him. Sparks flew on the walls as they were riddled with holes, and glass windows shattered, falling to the ground as debris.
The nurse and doctors on duty were tied up and their mouths were gagged. When they saw Bai Wei rushing in, they immediately widened their eyes. If they could scream, they probably would have screamed by now. With such intense firepower, it was impossible for the commotion not to be heard. The arrival of the police was just a matter of time, and they had the advantage of time on their side.
Bai Wei didn't let go of the hostages. If he released them now, they would be killed immediately.
Suddenly, the gunfire stopped, and Bai Wei closed his eyes and listened carefully. He had a feeling that they might surround the room from both ends.
Immediately, he heard the sound of metal rolling, as something bounced along the corridor.
Grenade.
Bai Wei had an idea. He took the pen from the doctor's uniform and quickly threw it at the grenade. The pen hit the grenade with precision and flew back towards the mercenaries. In response, they immediately dropped to the ground, either searching for cover or rolling down the stairs.
"Mmm... Mmm..." The doctor on duty tried to say something.
Bai Wei peeled off the tape from his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?"
"That pen was a gift from my girlfriend... Umm, umm, umm!"
Bai Wei angrily exclaimed, "Stop showing off your girlfriend!" He promptly taped his mouth shut again and added an extra layer.
He glanced at the heavily damaged and distorted walls, sniffed the smell of gunpowder in the air, then turned and hurried back down the corridor. He started firing towards the crowd behind the smoke, unleashing a barrage of bullets. He ran swiftly along the wall, stepping on it three times in a row, alternating between left and right as if he were a nimble and elusive spirit. The previous clearing operation had completely destroyed the lighting system in the corridor, so aside from the flashes from the gunfire, the mercenaries couldn't find their opponent anywhere.
After a moment of realization, bullets were already raining down from all angles.
In the front row, three people were immediately hit and fell to the ground. One of the less experienced mercenaries pulled the pin from a grenade, but got shot and dropped it before being able to throw it. In the chaos, the grenade rolled back behind them. The few individuals standing on the stairs at the back didn't hear the sound of the rolling grenade right away due to the loud gunfire. When one of them accidentally stepped on the grenade and looked down, they let out a startled "fuck" sound.
Then, there was an explosion inside the stairs. The blast of fire and the strong wave knocked over several people, coincidentally catching Bai Wei in the midst of his intense shooting excitement.
It was clear to see that there was not a single living mercenary remaining in this side of the corridor.
[Temporary event]
[Get rid of them all!]
[Current status: 13 / 22]
"There are nine more left."
Bai Wei found a magazine, but he couldn't change it in a few seconds, so he decided to drop the submachine gun and switch to a Desert Eagle Semi-automatic pistol.
"I have to say, this thing works really well..."
The tiger-head Han sword made a few dissatisfied growls.
With a sword in his right hand and a gun in his left, Bai Wei walked through the long corridor. He heard the sound of a car engine coming from downstairs.
The remaining mercenaries had realized that the situation was dangerous and decided to cut their losses and escape. Bai Wei was about to go downstairs to chase after them, when someone from the duty room chased after him.
"Hey!" the on-duty doctor threw a key over and said, "I came here on a motorcycle today!"
