The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 514 It’s not my fault! This is not something a human being can do!

As elite soldiers of the army had their heads shot out as soon as they stuck their heads out, torrents of bullets flew through the streets, and George Crook's eyes were bloodshot.

"no no!"

Click, click, click!
Chen Zhengwei looked down and saw that the machine gun's ammunition belt had been used up.

Moreover, even the machine gun pulled out of the system has much better quality and accuracy than ordinary firearms. Three ammunition belts were used up in a row, and there was almost no time to dissipate heat. This gun has reached its limit.

He threw the machine gun away and a submachine gun appeared in his hand.

When George Crook realized that Chen Zhengwei had run out of bullets, he immediately showed a look of surprise, gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and rushed out with a gun.

Then I saw another gun in Chen Zhengwei's hand.

George Crook's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to roar, but no sound came out.

Ta-da-da!
Three bullets pierced the head of this major who had fought so bravely in the Indian Wars, one in the chin, one in the nose, and one in the forehead.

Chen Zhengwei didn't care at all who he killed. After firing three bursts, he quickened his pace and walked forward a few meters, then kicked off and rushed into a building on the roadside.

A soldier was hiding behind a wall, holding his gun and breathing heavily, when he saw a "bear" rushing in.

Chen Zhengwei kicked out as fast as lightning, nailing the soldier to the wall and breaking his intestines at the same time.

As he retracted his foot, the soldier knelt on the ground, holding his stomach, his forehead hitting the ground, and vomiting blood.

Chen Zhengwei looked down, then stepped on his neck.

Click.

He picked up the soldier's gun, took a look at it, and pulled the trigger towards the wall.

Along with the vibration of the gun body, a large amount of smoke came out from the muzzle and ejection port. After five shots at most, and four or five shots, the person could no longer be seen at all.

click!
"Jam?" Chen Zhengwei felt the vibration from the gun body and threw the gun aside.

Just by operating it, without taking it apart, he knew what the gun was all about.

It is a complete imitation of my own submachine gun.

However, our submachine gun used smokeless gunpowder bullets, while the other side used black powder bullets, so the mechanical structure was more complicated, produced more smoke, and was prone to jamming or even explosion.

The power is also much smaller than his own gun.

But the issue now is not power.

"Copy my gun? You are so brave!" Chen Zhengwei sneered, threw the matter aside, took out two grenades from his hand, and threw them out from the door of the building.

The army soldiers who were quietly approaching here saw something flying out, falling to the ground with a crisp crash, and then rolling on the ground.

Boom boom!

Chen Zhengwei walked out of the building, fired a burst of shots, then immediately retreated when he felt the warning signs coming from his body.

A series of bullets chased and hit the wall, raising a cloud of dust.

Chen Zhengwei had seen at least a dozen people around the pillars. He took out a grenade and threw it out from the door. Then he leaned half of his body out and fired rapidly at the surroundings with the submachine gun in his hand.

Boom boom!

There were two more huge explosions. Chen Zhengwei quickly changed the magazine before walking out of the gate and heading towards the other side of the street.

Every now and then a burst of gunfire would cause an elite soldier to fall to the ground.

Walk to the door of each building and throw two grenades inside.

The entire street was littered with corpses.

There was constant sound of gunfire and explosions.

In the operations command room of the Avni Hotel, people kept running in to send in anxious and panicked reports.

"Commander... the militia was dispersed. The enemy's firepower was too strong, and they used a new type of firearm. Those militiamen were like harvested rice!"

"I know!" Sherman's face was as gloomy as water. In fact, he had already seen it.

Because of the angle, he couldn't see the theater that Chen Zhengwei and others occupied at the beginning.

But a large number of militiamen were lined up, and their flesh and blood were flying everywhere under the enemy's shooting. He had seen it from the window.

Soon another person rushed in and said with a sad face: "General, more than half of the army's elite troops have been killed or wounded! They are taking turns to cover the retreat..."

The messenger only said half of the words. Although the elite soldiers of the army were retreating in turn, it had no effect.

As long as you show your head, you will die.

With Chen Zhengwei's marksmanship, as long as he has enough bullets and a little time, he can kill all those elite army troops.

"Commander, it's time for you to leave!" The messenger looked sad. That Chinese man...did something that no human could do.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it.

The bullets seemed to be avoiding him.

God favors him, but not America.

"Is it irreversible?" Sherman muttered to himself standing at the window. Within his sight, he could see some elite army soldiers retreating in panic, but they would soon be shot and fall to the ground.

Soon, the alternating retreat turned into running away and then being shot in the street.

"It's irreversible!" Sherman closed his eyes, with sadness on his face. After a moment, he said, "Go!"

"Commander!" The others immediately showed anxious looks.

"Everyone else can go, but I can't," Sherman said.

"Someone has to die here!"

After saying this, Sherman made up his mind, and his face regained its calmness after he opened his eyes.

He took out his gun, checked the bullets, and then put it back into the holster.

I walked to the mirror and adjusted my clothes.

"You guys go, we failed. Someone needs to give him an explanation here, otherwise he will go crazy!"

"Only I can do that!"

"Commander, I'll follow you!" a staff officer said immediately.

"Commander..." Everyone else had complicated expressions on their faces.

"There is no need to die here, this country still needs you!" Sherman said to others, picked up his hat and put it on his head, walked to each person and patted him on the shoulder.

Repeatedly: "The country needs you!"

Then he walked downstairs.

He actually originally wanted to place explosives in this hotel as a means of ultimately destroying both parties.

However, with 1200 people facing 50 individuals, he couldn't imagine the possibility of losing.

In addition, there are many wealthy and famous people living in the hotel.

He gave up the plan.

But I really lost.

It's too late to install more explosives now.

Sherman said goodbye to his combat command center and walked out of the room soon after he heard a voice coming from behind him.

Turning his head and looking back, he saw his adjutant, a staff officer, and his messenger.

"He won't believe that you are the only one in your combat command!" The adjutant smiled at Sherman.

"Since I am destined to die, I hope that when I die I can also die like a warrior and enter Valhalla."

"When did you get Viking blood?" Sherman twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile.

"I just think Valhalla is more suitable for me than Heaven and Hell!" The adjutant winked at him. Sherman nodded and turned to walk downstairs.

……

Chen Zhengwei killed most of the army's elite troops. Perhaps some of them escaped from somewhere, and Chen Zhengwei was too lazy to look for them.

The thugs followed behind.

In fact, when Chen Zhengwei came out with a machine gun at the beginning, some thugs followed him out. However, they did not have Chen Zhengwei's ability to sense danger, and they were shot dead in a short time.

At this time, the elite army began to flee, and the henchmen sent a few of them to support Chen Zhengwei, while the rest blocked the back door of the theater and exchanged fire with the militia outside the back door of the theater.

Chen Zhengwei glanced at the Avni Hotel in front of him.

"The command center is here? Who is it this time? Sherman?" Chen Zhengwei's whole face was filled with an excited smile.

I haven’t experienced such a scene for a long time - half a year!

A battle ignited all the fire in his heart.

Yes, he liked this kind of battlefield filled with smoke and blood, and liked to see the fear and wailing in other people's eyes.

This right to directly deprive others of their lives and to decide life and death excited him more than anything else.

Ta, tap.

Chen Zhengwei walked straight towards the hotel.

"Do you think they will bury explosives here?"

"Brother Wei, let's go in and take a look!" Several men behind Chen Zhengwei immediately rushed in.

Chen Zhengwei stopped in front of the hotel, took out another cigar from his pocket, cut it open, and put it in his mouth.

He tucked the submachine gun under his armpit, took out a match from his pocket, lit the cigar, then looked down and saw blood on his trouser legs. His originally clean leather shoes were also covered in blood and stained with some unknown stuff, which made Chen Zhengwei grimace.

He always likes cleanliness.

Then he felt a warning sign at the back of his head.

A soldier quietly peeked out from the second floor opposite, raised his gun and aimed at Chen Zhengwei's back. (Yes, it was a warning sign from the back of his head!)
Chen Zhengwei took a step to the side, then pulled out his submachine gun, half turned around and opened fire, firing three bursts in succession.

Da da da!
The soldier was shot once in the chest, throat and eye and fell with his head tilted back.

"Brother Wei!" The henchman pointed a gun at Sherman who was walking down the stairs in the hotel lobby.

After all, Sherman wore different clothes than everyone else.

Sherman didn't even look at the guns in the hands of those thugs. He walked straight to Chen Zhengwei at the door and looked him up and down.

It is taller and more terrifying than when I saw it half a year ago.

His suit was bulging high, and he looked like a human bear standing there.

And the fierce temperament of the other party...

"What are you doing? Are you trying to scare me with a small gun?" Chen Zhengwei sneered as he looked at the pistol in Sherman's hand.

"I didn't expect you hadn't run away yet!"

"After all, I did it. I hope you won't implicate other people." Sherman looked at Chen Zhengwei and said.

"Guess how many people will die?" Chen Zhengwei grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, just like a vicious beast, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

"That's your choice!" Sherman just said.

"Have you made arrangements for your wife and children? I'll send them down to accompany you! The family always needs to be reunited. Am I being good to you?" Chen Zhengwei smiled.

"My wife died of illness before. Children... this is the price they have to pay!" Sherman said calmly, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes:
"I still don't believe that this is something a human being can do!"

There was nothing wrong with his plan, but what he encountered was definitely not something a human could do.

After saying this, Sherman raised the muzzle of his pistol to his temple.

boom!
Sherman shot himself, and his adjutant, a staff officer and a messenger also raised their guns to their temples and pulled the trigger.

Accompanied by several gunshots, several bodies fell to the ground.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei cursed and spat on the ground.

Then he held a cigar in his mouth and fired a volley of bullets at Sherman's body, turning Sherman into a sieve.

At first he thought nothing of Sherman's suicide, but after Sherman's death he suddenly felt unhappy, thinking that Sherman's death was too easy.

"Don't check it yet!"

Chen Zhengwei took a look at the hotel, turned around and walked out.

"This hotel is fully stocked with spirit rings. How can we stay here?"

"And today is just the beginning, it's not the end yet!"

Chen Zhengwei grinned.

There are still many people to kill.

Did Sherman think that he would be done with his own life? How could there be so many people who take the blame for their own actions?
Let’s take out the governor first, and also the commander of the Texas militia.

"Fuck, I almost forgot!" Chen Zhengwei suddenly slapped his thigh, changed the magazine for his submachine gun, and fired another burst at Sherman.

I forgot to ask him where he got those guns.

Even if he were to check it, he would find it sooner or later, but it’s always better to save some effort!

"Go find out if there are any survivors among the army!"

Chen Zhengwei walked back cursing and holding his gun. When he returned to the theater, the battle was over.

The militia at the back door of the theater also withdrew after receiving the news.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei coming back, Xiseli immediately ran over with her skirt lifted up to look him up and down: "It's okay! I'm glad you're okay!"

"What can happen to me? They are the ones who are in trouble!" Chen Zhengwei sneered.

"Go find two people inside and come over to wipe my shoes!" Chen Zhengwei threw the shoes on his feet aside.

"Where's my luggage? Can't you see that there's blood all over my pants? I need to change my clothes!"

"Go, get me a bottle of red wine!"

Chen Zhengwei simply tore off his clothes and threw them aside, revealing a body of strong muscles, but without any clear edges and corners.

The abdominal muscles are one big piece.

But his waist is as thick as two men's.

The trapezius muscle is high up, supporting the strength of the shoulders and neck like a huge bracket.

It makes his neck look thick and short.

And the thighs are thicker than the waist of an ordinary person.

He doesn't care if someone watches him. He has a lot of money anyway, so what is there to be afraid of?
Looking at Chen Zhengwei's terrifying body, Cicely's only bodyguard felt only fear. He had just witnessed most of the battle process.

He even watched Chen Zhengwei carrying a gun weighing dozens of kilograms and shooting the soldiers like he was cutting wheat.

The henchman found some clothes and came over. Cicely wanted to help him change into them, but soon Chen Zhengwei thought she was too clumsy and pushed her aside.

He changed into a purple gentleman's suit.

On the side, two ballerinas who were called out from inside were helping him clean his shoes in fear.

The soles of their shoes were covered in blood and white stuff, which almost made the two dancers vomit.

"Wipe it clean, you're dead if you don't!" Chen Zhengwei glanced at the two dancers, then took the tons of red wine handed to him by his henchman.

He is in a very happy mood now.

(End of this chapter)