Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

"Did you hear anything just now?"

"There's no sound at all. You can't drink and want to run away!"

"Asshole, who said I can't drink anymore? All of you combined can't beat me."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on, keep drinking."

Inside the nightclub, a large group of Yutai faction members with tattoos, permed hair, and strange clothes, who did not look like good people, were drinking and gambling in groups of three or four.

There was deafening music playing in the hall and the environment was very noisy, so they didn't react much to the shooting outside.

Footsteps were heard from the entrance. After passing through a long corridor, Situang and his three companions entered the hall.

"Ah, who are you? We're not open yet. What are those bastards like Mad Dog doing by asking them to stand guard?"

Someone saw Xituang, and his unfamiliar face made them think that he was a guest who came to the nightclub to have fun.

"Where is your boss?"

Xituang had a calm expression, turning a blind eye to the smoky and foul environment inside, and asked directly.

"How can you talk like that? What boss? You should call me chairman, do you understand? I want to see the chairman. Do you have an appointment?"

Several members of the Yutai faction came forward. The leader, holding a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and looked at Xituang. For a moment, he was a little confused about Xituang's origins.

Jin Changming's face turned pale and he looked around subconsciously, planning to find a place to escape if something went wrong.

"Tell your boss to come out and see me."

Situang put his right hand into his waist and spoke more bluntly.

"Ah, you mutt, are you here to cause trouble? Do you want to die?"

Several members of the Yutai faction were angry, and the gangster with a cigarette in his mouth slapped them.

boom!
With a crisp gunshot, Situang pulled out the gun from his waist and pulled the trigger.

The bullet entered the mouth of the Yutai faction member who was cursing, and came out from the back of his head with a handful of blood.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the nightclub hall, drowning out the music, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

The members of the Yutai faction who were playing cards, gambling and drinking turned around and looked at them, and couldn't help but feel panicked.

The body fell in front of Situang, the muzzle of the gun moved, the trigger was pulled, and the magazine was emptied.

At such a close distance, with Situang's skills, it was inevitable that he would miss the target, and soon all of them fell down.

Until they died, they hadn't reacted. They never expected that they would be shot to death in their base camp. This was not in line with the usual style of the South Korean underworld!

"Gun, he has a gun"

"Someone is calling. Go and notify the boss."

"Come on, damn bastards, grab your weapons and kill them all."

"I can't fight you! Go call for help first."

The hall became chaotic. Some of the Yutai faction members present ran around in panic, while others shouted and rushed forward with wine bottles, steel pipes and machetes.

Situang raised a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the few brave guys, slowly and methodically changed the magazine, and then aimed the gun again.

When the people who rushed over saw the gun, some turned around and ran away, while others still rushed forward.

The thug who rushed forward first was nearly two meters tall, waving a machete, shouting Korean swear words, and doing all the heavy stuff. He looked like a small leader and seemed particularly brave.

However, this bravery is nothing compared to the killing weapons created by humans.

Situang pulled the trigger and fired two quick shots into the man's torso. The man screamed and fell to the ground. Then Situang shot him again in the head, stopping his screams forever.

Two shots to the torso and one shot to the head, this Mozambique shooting technique is very useful in close combat.

Looking at the fallen body, Xituang shook his head and chuckled: "Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate, and a machete wants to rush over, hehe."

Xituong also said, unless you are a genetic warrior.

At this time, the two genetic warriors following Xituang also took out their pistols, shooting while moving forward, ruthlessly slaughtering the Yutai faction members present.

A member of the Yutai faction turned and ran away, but his speed was nowhere near that of a bullet.

The bullet hit him in the back, and he staggered and fell. Then another bullet hit him, penetrated his brain and killed him completely.

Some members of the Yutai faction hid under the counter and under the table and trembled in fear, but they still could not escape the killing. When the genetic warriors walked by, all these hiding guys fell in a pool of blood.

There were also members of the Yutai faction who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but the genetic warriors didn't even look at them. Instead, they responded with bullets that penetrated their skulls.

The genetic warrior is like a cold-blooded killing machine. Apart from killing, there are no other unnecessary actions.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets pierced into people's bodies, magazines were emptied one after another, and screams rang out in the hall.

The screams at the scene made Jin Changming's hands and feet go weak. He looked at the blood flowing all over the ground and the members of the Yutai faction lying in a pool of blood. Goose bumps appeared on his arms. He was completely frightened and could only stand there, watching Xituang and the other two killing each other stupidly.

He had never seen such a horrific and bloody scene. In the past, even if there were hundreds of South Korean gangs fighting, most of the injuries were just broken bones and stitches, and there were rarely any deaths.

Those methods, which Jin Changming considered cruel, seemed like children playing house in front of the three people who were killing with guns.

Xituang and his two men were determined to kill people. Every shot they fired was aimed directly at the vital parts of the human body. If someone fell to the ground, they would shoot him in the head to prevent him from resurrecting. This showed their brutality and terror.

In the past, Jin Changming believed that gangsters had an advantage when they had more people in a fight, but now, three gunmen defeated the so-called elite thugs of the Yutai faction.

The scene was filled with cries and screams, all the Yutai faction members were either fleeing or reduced to corpses.

In just two minutes, the hall fell silent again. Dozens of corpses lay on the ground, blood was flowing everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Don't just stand there, follow me."

Xituang waved to Jin Changming, then walked towards the second floor of the nightclub.

Jin Changming swallowed his saliva frantically, looking at Xituang and the others who were in extreme danger, he no longer dared to have any thoughts of escaping or resisting, because he was also afraid of eating peanuts!

On the second floor, the bloodbath continued in the same manner, with gunshots ringing out one after another.

The genetic warriors went up without deliberately killing anyone. They only killed those fools who were blind and stood in their way and wanted to be loyal to the Yutai faction.

The genetic warriors will not show mercy or say anything unnecessary to anyone who stands in their way. Their main character is being ruthless and not talkative.

This nightclub has five floors, but under the massacre of the three killers including Xituang, the battle was completely one-sided. The members of the Yutai faction who were armed with cold weapons were completely nothing compared to the pistols.

Finally, by questioning the captives, Situang and his men arrived at a large door on the fifth floor.

Situang kicked the door open, and saw a middle-aged man inside with a shotgun in his hand. He was about to shoot, but his reaction was no match for the genetic warrior. Situang shot first, and the bullet shattered his palm, causing the other party to scream in pain, and the shotgun fell to the ground.

"He, he is Li Shuxun, the boss of Yutai faction."

Jin Changming followed Xituang and the other two here tremblingly. When he saw the middle-aged man, he immediately recognized him. "Who invited you here? I will pay you double the amount of money they gave me, just let me live."

Li Shuxun covered his injured palm and broke out in a cold sweat due to the severe pain, but he still managed to remain calm.

He thought that Xi Tuang and others were professional killers hired by other Gwangju underworld forces. After all, the other party's methods were completely unlike their underworld style. How could they kill people with guns at will? They were not afraid of the police!
"I ask, you answer."

Xituang stepped on Li Shuxun's chest and said calmly, "Who ordered you to destroy the Ronan faction?"

"What? Ronan faction has nothing to do with us. I don't understand."

Bang!
A bullet pierced Li Shuxun's foot, causing him to arch his body like a shrimp, his facial features wrinkled in pain.

"Answering."

"It hurts, damn, I really don't know."

boom!
This time it was the palm that was pierced.

"Answering!"

"I"

boom!
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. It was the Gwangju Police Chief who asked me to do this. He paid a huge sum of money, and it wasn't just our gang that contributed. There were also..."

Under Xituang's simple torture, Li Shuxun could no longer resist and told everything like pouring beans.

Xituang listened quietly, then released his foot from Li Shuxun's chest.

"Let's go."

Xituang waved his hand and walked towards the door. Li Shuxun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could save his life, but then he saw the last genetic warrior suddenly pulled out a pistol, pointed it at his head and fired three shots, smashing his head beyond recognition. After making sure he was dead, he turned and left.

"Oh my, the Gwangju Police Chief, how dare he do this? Our boss always pays tribute to him."

When Jin Changming heard the gunshots behind him, his body shuddered slightly, he couldn't help cursing, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. He looked at Xituang and said.

"Boss Xitu, let's go check other mafia gangs. Maybe there are other clues there."

"No need, go directly to Director Gwangju."

Without even thinking twice, Situon chose the quickest route.

"what!"

Jin Changming seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong. Looking at the three killers who still had no expression on their faces, he raised his voice sharply: "That's the chief of the Gwangju Police Station!"

"It doesn't matter. Just lead the way. Take us to the Gwangju Police Headquarters here."

Xituang patted Jin Changming on the shoulder, as if to him, the police chief who was so powerful in Gwangju was not worth mentioning at all.

Jin Changming's mind was in a mess. In his eyes, the Gwangju director was a big shot as high as the sky and he must not be offended.

But thinking about the killing spree just now committed by Xituang and the other two, Jin Changming began to understand the reason a little.

Outside the nightclub, sirens were already sounding.

The screams and gunshots in the nightclub were so frequent that they had already alarmed passers-by outside. Together with some members of the Yutai faction who had managed to escape, they called the police and the nearest police had arrived.

Sitting on the SUV, Xituang looked at the policemen coming towards him, stepped on the accelerator, and under the guidance of Jin Changming, headed directly towards the Gwangju Police Headquarters.

"The black SUV in front, stop immediately and be inspected, otherwise we will use force, repeat."

Several police cars followed behind, with sirens blaring, creating a beautiful landscape.

Situang didn't care. He drove at high speed. With his strong reaction ability, he still held the steering wheel steadily and kept distance from the police car.

However, because the large-scale shooting case caused by Situang and his gang was discovered, more and more police reinforcements arrived, and they surrounded and intercepted Situang and his gang. The whole city seemed to be filled with sirens.

During this pursuit, the Gwangju Police Headquarters was getting closer and closer.

Stab it!

With a harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the SUV stopped in front of a building.

There are four big characters "Police Headquarters" hanging in front of the building. It is more than ten stories high and has a special cafeteria, training ground, detention room, and interrogation room.
"It's right here. The police are chasing us. What should we do? We should just surrender."

Jin Changming pointed at the Police Headquarters building, his voice trembling, because a large number of policemen behind him had already chased and surrounded them, and policemen from the police station building in front of him had also been dispatched. In Jin Changming's opinion, he and others were now trapped in a desperate situation with no way forward or backward.

Because this is not the Yutai faction, so many policemen are equipped with guns, and we can't win the battle with just pistols.

"Just punch it in."

Xituang's answer was very concise. He took Jin Changming out of the car, then walked to the back and opened the trunk.

Suddenly, Jin Changming's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes widened, and he saw an incredible scene.

The trunk was filled with all kinds of weapons, including rifles, submachine guns, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, grenades, and rows of yellow-orange bullets. A large number of firearms and weapons were stacked in the box, leaving Jin Changming stunned.

Click!

Xituang put on a tactical vest, picked up an AK rifle and a magazine belt, and threw them at the genetic warriors who were walking down.

The genetic warrior took it over, loaded the magazine, chambered the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, the whole process was done in one go.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots rang out, and the South Korean police who were approaching with guns rushed out of the police station building and fell down instantly.

Those South Korean police were equipped with pistols, which were far inferior in firepower and there was no comparison at all, not to mention that they were encountering genetic warriors with superb marksmanship.

Xituang picked up a general-purpose machine gun, put on the ammunition belt, opened the machine gun bipod, fixed the shooting position, and aimed at the police cars that were chasing after him.

As Situang pulled the trigger coldly, bullets flew out of the gun instantly, drilling into the oncoming police cars and piercing through fragile human bodies.

Ordinary police cars were simply unable to protect themselves from machine gun fire. The carriages were stained red with blood. One after another, out-of-control police cars crashed into roadside trees and shops, emitting thick smoke.

The ammunition belt of the general-purpose machine gun was shaking wildly, and shell casings were constantly thrown out and scattered beside Situang. A two-foot-long tongue of fire gushed out of the muzzle, and a deadly rain of bullets swept through, suppressing and destroying the entire team of police cars.

The firepower of both sides is completely not at the same level. Using machine guns against South Korean policemen, most of whom only have pistols and batons, is like a dimensionality reduction attack.

The last genetic warrior picked up the rocket launcher, half-crouched, aimed at a police explosion-proof vehicle, and pulled the trigger.

As the rocket hit the police explosion-proof vehicle, a violent explosion sounded and the explosion-proof vehicle was blown over on the spot. Then he picked up the grenade, took out the safety ring, and threw it at the crowd of police officers.

boom! boom! boom!
The fragments from the grenade explosion knocked down many policemen, who wailed in pain.

The pursuing police cars collapsed, turned around and fled, and the policemen who ran out of the police station building also cried and fled in all directions.

When have they ever seen such a thug? This is no longer the level of the police catching criminals, but it is like being on a battlefield. Such firepower configuration is too high-end for the South Korean police. They can't afford it!
Jin Changming just felt his scalp tingling. He originally thought that he was walking into a trap, but it turned out that Xituang and others brought so much heavy firepower. The identities of the prey and the hunter were instantly reversed. The brutality was something he had never seen before.

In front of these three crazy killers, the policemen that Jin Changming used to fear were like rookies, unable to withstand a single blow. (End of this chapter)