booktalesy Chapter 20 The situation really took a sharp turn for the worse!
Chapter 20 The situation really took a sharp turn for the worse!
Gunfire erupted continuously throughout the manor, with everyone constantly pulling the trigger, the muzzle flashes blending together in the night.
They used this method to vent their fear.
"Shit, this piece of junk!"
Among the five people in front of the Western-style building, one of them, a guy with a thick beard, suddenly cursed.
His Winchester rifle jammed.
This type of lever rifle will develop this problem if it is fired too quickly or too aggressively.
The bearded man subconsciously lowered his head and tried to pry the stuck ejector pin with both hands. His attention was entirely on the gun, and he momentarily forgot that he was on the battlefield.
Half of his body unknowingly peeked out from under the Roman column and was exposed to the moonlight.
opportunity.
Fang Jianqiu had been watching that area, and upon seeing this scene, he barely hesitated before slightly turning the muzzle of his gun.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
The bearded man's head snapped back, and a bullet pierced his temple with pinpoint accuracy.
His movements froze, the gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Then, he collapsed like a tattered sack, blood slowly flowing down the Roman column.
"Oh God, it's happening again!"
Mark, who was closest to the man, could clearly see the bearded man's dead state in the dim light of the porch.
Mark shuddered in fright and immediately shrank back behind the cover.
His heart pounded violently in his chest, as if it were about to burst out of his ribs, and the images of the corpses he had seen outside not long ago immediately flashed into his mind.
They died in the same way, almost all with a single shot to the head, clean and swift, without any hesitation.
"This guy is a devil."
Mark's legs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
The idea of "firing a couple of shots as a token gesture" had long since vanished; now, all he wanted was to survive.
"I'm loading a bullet! You guys keep suppressing the enemy!"
Mark shouted, his voice sounding a little weak, and squatted down, pretending to load the bullets into his rifle one by one.
But his shifty eyes darted around, searching for a chance to escape.
"Fuck fuck! I should have gone to the stables with Tony!"
At this moment, he felt immense regret.
"Stop firing randomly! Aim carefully to suppress him and prevent him from showing himself!"
A voice came from behind the pillar on the other side.
The speaker was a bald, burly man; he was the most senior member of the security team.
As a seasoned veteran, after the initial panic subsided, he forced himself to calm down and made the most correct decision at that moment.
The remaining few managed to suppress their panic slightly upon hearing the order.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
A barrage of gunfire erupted.
Although it was night, the moon was very round tonight, and the moonlight shone on the grass, so the visibility wasn't too bad.
That stone altar stood there all alone, making it an excellent target.
Bullets rained down on the stone altar.
Granite fragments flew everywhere, stinging Fang Jianqiu's face.
Fang Jianqiu had no choice but to temporarily avoid the attack. He quickly pulled his head back behind the cover and pressed his entire body against the cold stone wall.
Just then, a bullet struck a stone at the bottom of the altar.
"Ding!"
A sharp metallic clang.
The bullet was deflected by the hard stone, becoming a ricocheting bullet with an unpredictable trajectory.
"puff."
The ricochet burrowed into Fang Jianqiu's calf.
Fang Jianqiu frowned slightly.
In that instant, a sharp, stabbing pain spread throughout my body, but it was only for a moment before the pain was suppressed by the adrenaline that was being released so rapidly.
He glanced down and saw a hole in his trouser leg, from which blood was seeping.
"That's a bit unlucky."
Fang Jianqiu's lips twitched, but his eyes grew even colder. He ignored the wound and gripped the rifle in his hand tightly again.
"You're the ones who caused my injuries, so you should treat them for me!"
Fang Jianqiu noticed that the gunfire outside had become slightly less frequent, probably due to the interference from the smoke generated by the high-frequency gunfire.
Right now.
He suddenly leaned out, not aiming carefully, but quickly locking his gaze onto one person.
The gun barrel was raised, and the trigger was pulled.
"Bang!"
The unfortunate man didn't even have time to react before he saw a burst of fire.
"what!"
A piercing scream tore through the night sky.
With his unerring aiming scope, Fang Jianqiu fired a quick shot, but the bullet didn't hit a vital spot; instead, it struck his right shoulder.
Because he only roughly aimed at the person, but did not accurately lock onto his vital points.
However, with the terrifying damage bonus of "Draw Your Sword," this slight deviation is nothing.
The unfortunate guy clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
His entire right arm was almost broken, with only a little skin and flesh connecting it. Broken bones and rotten flesh were mixed together, and blood gushed out.
The gun in his hand fell to the side; he'll never be able to pick it up again in his lifetime.
In this era, such an injury would basically mean certain death, or even be more painful than dying outright.
"Fuck! My hand! My hand!"
The man screamed in agony, his voice echoing through the manor, sending chills down everyone's spine.
At the same time, Fang Jianqiu felt a strange itching sensation at the wound on his calf.
That's life theft in effect.
As the enemy's blood flowed out, a warm current surged into his body, and the bullet hole in his calf was healing at a visible speed, the pain quickly disappearing.
"I really look like a vampire."
An inappropriate thought flashed through Fang Jianqiu's mind.
The gunfire in the manor stopped eerily for a moment.
That desperate wail was like a hammer, smashing the last line of defense in someone's heart.
"Ahhh! No, don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender!"
One of the younger security guards finally broke down.
He threw the rifle in his hand far away, covered his head with his hands, and turned to run towards the gate of the Western-style building.
He was terrified.
At this point, turning your back to run away is a big no-no, let alone running into a dead end like this.
He rushed to the heavy oak door and frantically pounded on the door.
"Open the door! Open..."
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out; that was Fang Jianqiu's answer to him.
The bullet pierced the back of his head, instantly shattering his brainstem, and then burst out from his forehead with a large cloud of blood.
The bullet, still carrying considerable force, became deeply embedded in the carved oak door.
The security guard's body slid slowly down the door, leaving a shocking trail of blood.
The maid's terrified screams could be faintly heard from behind the door.
"What an idiot!"
Seeing this, the bald, white-skinned man was so angry that he started cursing.
"Mark, if you hide there stealing chickens again, I'll kill you first! Now, come with me and shoot! Don't you understand? That guy doesn't want to leave any survivors! He's here to kill us all!"
The bald captain's voice carried a hint of desperate madness.
Mark, hiding behind cover, listened to these words, and his facial muscles twitched twice.
"Bitches! They're all a bunch of bitches!"
Mark cursed and swore, but he had to admit that the other party was right: surrendering meant death, running meant death, so they had no choice but to fight.
The bald captain loaded his rifle and shouted:
"Count down to three! Let's go out and kill him!"
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
The two of them shouted out the last number together.
The bald captain suddenly peeked out from behind the pillar, his gun still not level.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
"Plop!"
The sound of a bullet shattering bone could be clearly heard.
A bloody hole appeared between the bald man's eyebrows. His eyes glazed over for a moment, his body stiffened, and then he fell heavily backward.
How could Fang Jianqiu possibly give them another chance to suppress the enemy with firepower? Now, if anyone shows their face, it's a matter of seconds.
Mark had just poked half his body out when he heard a gunshot and the sound of the captain falling to the ground.
He was terrified.
With a speed several times faster than he could stick his body out, Mark abruptly retreated into cover.
"call out!"
A bullet grazed his scalp, struck the wall behind him, and splattered a cloud of lime.
Mark crouched on the ground, holding his head, panting heavily. His crotch was finally wet.
On the second floor.
Hans listened to the screams and the dwindling gunfire below and knew that all was lost.
He scrambled up the wall like a dog, using both his hands and feet, and his trembling fingers grabbed the receiver of the hand-cranked telephone.
"Operator! Answer it now, damn it!"
He frantically turned the crank on the side of the wooden box, his fingers turning white from the force.
"Beep...beep..."
A long, drawn-out tone came through the phone.
Hans was sweating profusely, muttering to himself:
"Rifle team...yes, find the rifle team...any price...help..."