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Chapter 473 The Hunt (4K)

puff.

Li Sheng pulled a steel pipe out of the armed man's neck, which was gushing blood.

The originally heavy "Steel and Victory Flag Gun" has now shrunk to half a hollow steel pipe, with the top transformed into a sharpened beveled surface and the bottom printed with the Laiyang Steel Pipe logo.

Although it was just an ordinary steel pipe, it was more than enough to kill several armed men who were frightened by Bob's hood, were at a disadvantage in the terrain, and were not wearing any protective gear.

"Give."

The Oracle, sitting in his wheelchair, picked up a submachine gun and tossed it to Li Sheng.

The MP7 submachine gun, designed and manufactured by the German company HK, is chambered in 4.6*30mm caliber and has a 30-round magazine capacity. The armed personnel used the MP7A1 model without a suppressor.

"It's a good gun."

Li Sheng pulled down the lever and clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "Sigh, back when I was retaking the college entrance exam at a training factory to improve my score, the school made all students hand in their electronic devices. They confiscated all kinds of things like cell phones, MP4 players, and MP5 players. I had no choice but to hand in my MP7 as well."

???

So you believed the teacher's saying that "forgetting to bring a pen to the exam is like forgetting to bring a gun to the battlefield," and you brought a gun to school, huh?

The Oracle's eyelids twitched, but her strong mental fortitude prevented her from uttering a complaint. Instead, she picked up an MP7 herself.

While casually rolling up the sleeve of the corpse at my feet, I discovered a bulldog tattoo on its upper arm, with the USMC lettering in cursive below. The other arm was tattooed with a pirate skull, oars, wings, and a sword.

"Retired Marines. More precisely, members of the Recon Force reconnaissance team."

Li Sheng glanced at it and said casually.

USMC stands for United States Marine Corps. The bulldog is the Marine Corps' unofficial mascot, while the oar and skull represent the most honorable reconnaissance team.

The U.S. military has a long tradition of tattooing, believing that having the insignia of historically significant units such as the Rangers and Marines tattooed on soldiers can effectively enhance their sense of honor, belonging, and combat effectiveness.
Of course, another rather ridiculous use is that the various tattoos can effectively identify the specific identity of American soldiers when they are blown to pieces by roadside bombs.

Turns out I had to assemble it myself.jpg
Of the four armed men, one had Marine Corps tattoos, while the other three also had U.S. Army and gang tattoos. This suggests that the island tends to hire retired U.S. military personnel with less stringent moral standards.

Before the Iraq War, the U.S. military prohibited the recruitment of any applicants with tattoos related to extremism, racism, or gangs. However, the requirements were relaxed as the war intensified.

Those American "good kids" from military families, with devout religious beliefs and traditional values, were too out of place on the island.
On the contrary, island administrators can trust retired US military personnel who have been involved in gangs, have weak moral values, and went to the battlefield only to legally hunt humans.

Just now, Li Sheng and the Oracle, acting on a whim, killed four armed men. The remaining people will surely be on high alert.

Fortunately, the power progress unlocked by killing a VIP also benefits the player's summoned creatures.

Li Sheng took out Gray Rain in its slime form. The slime, which was originally the size of a palm, had now grown to the size of a hand and was rolling around in his hand.

"You know how?"

Li Sheng gestured and patiently instructed, "Go down to the winery and find the armed men."

The slime, Gray Rain, gave an "I understand" look, then wriggled in place and transformed into an Empress figurine.

Veins bulged on Li Sheng's forehead involuntarily. "They are armed personnel, not Wu Zetian from 'Honor of Kings'."

understood.

Gray Rain nodded and transformed back into a pink bunny-eared girl.

"They're armed men, not Xiao Wu. I think you might owe Lan Yin some trouble."

Li Sheng could clearly feel the strange look in the eyes of the divine oracle behind him. With a pained expression, he pointed to the corpse on the ground and said to Gray Rain, "Armed people, you know? The kind with guns! Go ahead and find them."

I understand.

Gray Rain nodded, then fell to the ground with a thud and rolled down the steps.

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After the power lines were cut, the underground winery was plunged into darkness, with only the emergency exit indicator lights with built-in batteries emitting a faint green glow.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps came from above the steps, and the emergency exit indicator lights on the wall cast clear human-shaped shadows.

The underground winery, which had been deathly silent just moments before, was suddenly filled with several armed figures who emerged from behind the oak barrels and pulled the triggers in the direction of the footsteps.

Gunfire was dense and deafening, the muzzle flashes illuminating the dust floating in the air.

The bouncing projectiles, after striking the stone wall, pierced the wine barrels, causing the still-fermented wine to gush out and fill the air with its aroma.

"Ceasefire and maintain alert."

The security team leader said in a low voice that although the armed personnel present were all retired US soldiers, they were only acting as security guards at the winery and were not wearing bulletproof vests. Their level of protection was actually lower than that of the SVIP VIPs' personal bodyguards.

The captain gave his two subordinates a look, and the two men, crouching against the wall and holding MP7 submachine guns, quietly advanced under the cover of their teammates. They reached the back of the wall, turned on the tactical flashlights mounted on their guns, and shone them on the steps.

The place was empty, with no corpses or bloodstains, only bullets embedded in the wall and a puddle of silver liquid resembling a shadow puppet.

hum-

The cardboard cutout suddenly vibrated, bounced up, and liquefied and solidified in mid-air into a slime shape.

To the astonishment of the security team, he pulled a hammer from his body.

The perfect quality skull-crushing power hammer has now been reduced to an ordinary iron woodworking claw hammer.

The hammer handle even had a tag that read "Only 29.9 yuan".

The slime spun twice in the air, swung the hammer handle in a wide arc, and smashed it into the armed man's knee with all its might.

boom!
His kneecap shattered with a crack, and the unfortunate man cried out in pain as his body uncontrollably fell to the left, blocking the entrance to the steps and also blocking the line of fire from his other companions.

Right now,

The girl with long blonde hair rushed down the steps, using her height advantage to grab the armed man by the neck and prevent him from falling to the ground.

At the same time, swing the gun forward, placing the barrel under the armpit of the armed person, using the opponent as cover to minimize your own exposed area.

A slender finger pulled the trigger, and the metal bullet belt swept through the underground space, killing a security guard who was peeking out.

Another armed man hiding behind the wall rushed forward decisively, shoving aside his companion who was being used as a punching bag, and tried to divert Li Sheng's line of fire.

[Dragon's Breath] - A watered-down version: [Milk Dragon's Breath]!
Li Sheng opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and sprayed scalding hot milk tea with black pearls all over the armed man's face.

He cried out in pain from the burn, closed his eyes, and was immediately shot in the head.

Li Sheng smacked his lips, savoring the milk tea in his mouth. Oh, it's Mixue Ice Cream again, 70% sugar, with red beans, coconut jelly, pearls, and taro balls.

Using human sandbags as cover, he randomly sprayed bullets forward, providing suppressive fire, calmly calculating the number of bullets fired in his mind: "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven."

The security captain on the other side was quite ruthless; surprisingly, he wasn't swayed by the bizarre sight of the metal slime and the milk tea spitting out. He immediately opened fire to end the elemental injury, then unleashed a barrage of fire at Li Sheng while directing the rest of the team to retreat.

He himself ran the fastest, rushing into the depths of the corridor.
MP7冲锋枪发射的4.6×30毫米子弹在50m处对20 %军用明胶穿深达280mm，能够穿透25cm的人类胸口。

Li Sheng decisively pulled back with the sandbag, threw down the empty MP7 with his right hand, took the new gun from the dead armed man, and held the claw hammer that Hui Yu handed him with his left hand.

This scene felt like a return to the days when Li Sheng was still a newbie and Hui Yu was a brand-new liquid metal robot.

The slime gray rain wriggles and deforms, transforming into a thin layer of umbrella surface, with the hammer body serving as the umbrella handle.

Li Shengqian raised his umbrella to block the incoming bullets, then rolled to hide behind a stone pillar.

Her petite frame was perfectly concealed against the pillar. Hearing the dense bullets whizzing past her ears and the shattering stone fragments, Li Sheng couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing risking your lives for $3000 a month?!"

In 2009, the average annual salary in the United States was $37610, which translates to a monthly salary of $3000 after taxes.

Gunfire continued as densely as firecrackers during the Lunar New Year. Li Sheng flicked his left hand, using the umbrella as a mirror, and with his right hand, he swiped his gun around in front of him, firing precisely from deep behind the cover, hitting several armed men in the thighs and shoulders.

The reason for targeting non-lethal areas is that seriously wounded soldiers can effectively hinder the enemy's combat capabilities.

As expected, the opponent's formation was thrown into disarray.

At the critical moment, the security captain who had previously fled returned, holding two M67 grenades that he had just taken from the armory.

The round grenade, carrying everyone's hopes, traced an arc in the air and fell toward the stone pillar.

However.
Clang clang clang clang—

A wheelchair swooped down the steps, and the Oracle sat in it, a submachine gun on his lap, his right hand gripping the armrest to keep himself from being thrown around, and his left hand wearing an old soccer goalkeeper glove.

【Item Name: Supreme Soccer King Gloves】

【Type: Wearable】

[Quality: perfect]

[Special Effect: Wailing Wall. After use, catch projectiles flying in from a 270° radius in front, hold them in your hand to delay the static damage effect, and then launch them at a non-targeting angle.]

[Consumption: Depends on the energy of the flight item itself]

[Cooling time: 30 minutes]

[Usage conditions: None]

[Note: This device can only catch physical flying objects; it cannot block non-physical or microscopic matter such as light beams, energy beams, or curses.]

[Note: Chinese national football team]

Uh... As everyone knows, the battlefield likes to slip lame jokes into the descriptions of equipment and items.

It seems that the phrase "Chinese national football team" doesn't need any further description; it's already been made a laughing stock on the battlefield.

In short, the [King of Football Gloves] has been nerfed and become a low-level item, but it still retains some of its special effects.

The M67 grenade, suspended in mid-air, took a bizarre turn that completely defied the laws of physics, landing steadily in the Oracle's hand. The 4-5.5 second fuse delay time also came to a standstill.

As she threw it forcefully, the fuse restarted its timer.

The spherical grenade once again traced an arc and detonated with a bang at the entrance of the corridor.

The two armed men standing at the front were torn apart by shrapnel, while those standing at the back were also made dizzy by the roar that erupted in the semi-enclosed space.

Sudden——

A petite blonde figure darted out from behind the stone pillars like a ghost. Li Sheng didn't grab the submachine gun with its last few bullets. Instead, she held a sharp steel pipe in her right hand and a gray rain brand iron hammer in her left. She charged into the still-lingering black and gray smoke and into the dazed crowd.

Children have limited physical strength, but fortunately, none of these people were wearing bulletproof vests.
Li Sheng swiftly brought his knife down, the steel pipe piercing his soft abdomen, the hammer shattering his solid ribs, and an armed man drew his Ontario MK3 tactical knife from his waist and lunged at him.
He used his small stature to his advantage, sliding low to the ground to dodge and getting behind them.

Snapped.

Li Sheng leaped up, bracing himself with one hand on the ground, and pushed off the wall with his foot. Using the gravitational potential energy of the jump to convert it into kinetic energy, he thrust the steel pipe out and pierced the back of his opponent's thigh.
Taking advantage of the opponent's pain as he knelt down, he spun the claw hammer 180 degrees and used the sharp V-shaped opening to strike the temple.

puff.

Li Sheng put away the claw hammer and turned to look into the depths of the corridor.

There was no one left standing in the corridor.
The security captain's neck had been torn apart by shrapnel from a grenade, and blood was gushing out as if it were free. He slumped against the wall, clutching a second grenade in his hand.

Unlike his superficial colleagues, the security captain, a former member of Recon Force, had a true bond of camaraderie with the deceased.

They fought together in the Iraq War, raided Iraqi villages together, tortured and killed prisoners of war together, and slaughtered civilians together.

Regardless of the Geneva Conventions, he only knew that America was supreme.

He stared at Li Sheng with resentment, his weak and feeble fingers trembling as he hooked the pin on the grenade, attempting to take Li Sheng down with him.

"So you're the Jade-Faced Grenade King?"

Li Sheng walked forward unhurriedly, forcibly took the grenade, and skillfully put the safety pin back on under the security captain's bloodshot eyes.

The first lesson for new players is to master the use, installation, disassembly, and maintenance of modern weapons.
Li Sheng had long ago developed a multi-dimensional brain domain method, which, in addition to modern infantry weapons, also included skills such as the design and manufacture of radio, map making, battlefield first aid, guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines, and organizing militia political education and military training.

Even if you threw him into the siege of Sarajevo during the Bosnian War, you could use a combination of persuasion, coercion, and enticement to quickly raise a militia on the spot.

Li Sheng casually stuffed the grenade into his pocket, then turned to look at Shen Yu, "Are you alright?"

"good."

The Oracle's face paled slightly. The [King of the Ball Gloves], even after being weakened, was still a relatively expensive item. She had a total of 65 points of spiritual power, and now she had less than 20 points left.

Given that the island's authorities were already aware of their presence and were currently dispatching a large force,
The current situation is such that even with optimism, one cannot squeeze onto the subway during rush hour—it's not a optimistic outlook.

There's no going back now, so we can only...
Li Sheng pressed his ear against the brick wall. The underground winery was spacious, like a cave, and he could clearly hear the dense footsteps and terrified questions from afar.

Those VIPs who had purchased slaves at the auction were being led by the remaining guards to the emergency exit.

Li Sheng grinned, swung the hammer forcefully, and shook off the red and white stains on the claw hammer. The hunt was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)