Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

Chen Feng subtly adjusted his wrist, pointing the gun at the two thugs who were frozen in place, not yet having fully turned to run away! The bullets precisely pierced their chests or abdomens!

"Ugh—!"

Screams rang out again as the two men collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony amidst the mud and rocks.

From the moment Chen Feng rushed out of the crater to the moment he shot down five people with five consecutive shots, the entire process took no more than five seconds!

Five people, five shots, five people fell, either dead or seriously injured!

On the beach, a brief and eerie silence fell over the rocky area where Chen Feng was hiding.

All that remained were the dying groans of the wounded, the roar of the waves, and... in the distance, other directions, utterly roused by the gunfire, were rapidly becoming noisy and chaotic!

"Gunshots!"

"It's gunfire! There's fighting over there!"

"Damn! What happened? Who fired the shot?"

"Let's go check it out! Quickly!"

The five or six snake catchers who were escorting the couple uphill stopped in their tracks, looking with suspicion and uncertainty towards the dark, rocky area from which the gunshots had come.

The other two or three people searching further away also stopped what they were doing, frantically shining their flashlights in this direction.

The man and woman, who were bound and crying in despair, were also stunned by the sudden gunshot.

A flicker of disbelief flashed in the man's eyes. He shoved aside a thug who was also distracted by the gunshot and hissed at the woman, "Run!! Run!!!"

As if waking from a dream, the woman, with a strength she didn't know she had, followed the man and, taking advantage of the moment when the snake catchers escorting them were distracted by the gunshots and their formation became chaotic, scrambled and crawled away into the darker depths of the coastline, in the opposite direction of the gunshots!

"Damn it! They got away!"

"Chase!"

"Never mind them! Something's happened over there!"

Chaos and divisions have emerged within the snake-hunting team.

Some people wanted to chase after the fleeing man and woman, while others were more concerned about the source of the gunshots and the safety of their companions.

At that very moment, Chen Feng, who had just dealt with the immediate threat, did not pause for a moment!

He knew that once the gunshot rang out, his and Xiaoyu's positions would be completely exposed!

The remaining snake hunters will soon surround them!

There are at least a dozen of them, and they may have more powerful firepower and a more tightly organized structure.

can not wait!

We must take the initiative!

We must disrupt their formation and create greater chaos before they can fully assemble and form an effective encirclement, and then... escape in the chaos, or completely crush them!

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, and his body shrank back like a cheetah, temporarily retreating behind the rocky cover at the entrance of the cave.

He quickly replaced the empty magazine, while growling into the cave, "Xiaoyu! Lie down! Cover your ears!"

Then, he did something that surprised everyone watching—

He suddenly threw the bulging canvas tool bag he was carrying on his back outwards, towards the direction where the snake catchers might be gathered!

The heavy tool bag traced an arc in the air before landing with a dull thud a dozen meters away amidst a pile of rocks, standing out starkly in the silence.

"What is it?"

"It's his bag! His bag!"

"They might have money!"

Sure enough, this action immediately attracted the attention of the remaining snake catchers!

Several beams of flashlight immediately shone over, and a few thugs even subconsciously moved their feet toward the direction where the tool bag had landed, their faces showing greed.

They thought Chen Feng was panicked and wanted to run away after dropping his belongings.

But they were wrong.

Big mistakes.

Just as the toolkit landed and drew some of the attention—

Chen Feng emerged from behind the rock once more!

But this time, what he held in his hand was no longer a Type 54 pistol.

It was the Type 56 submachine gun that he always carried on his back, cleverly concealed by his coat!

The folding stock was already unfolded and resting against his shoulder! The cold gun barrel was as steady as a rock in his hand!

His figure emerged from the darkness like a demon god, the dark, awe-inspiring muzzle of his assault rifle held level, pointing at the remaining snake hunters who had been drawn by the toolkits, their formation scattered, and who were now closing in from all directions!

Just as those people were recovering from the initial shock and the death of their companion, and were hesitating whether to pick up the bag or continue the attack, they saw that the "tough guy" not only did not run away, but instead rushed out with an even more terrifying weapon!

The greed and ferocity on their faces were instantly replaced by boundless terror and horror!

"Charge... a submachine gun?!"

"Oh my god! Run!!"

"Scatter! Find cover!"

Screams, cries, and desperate screams filled the air in complete chaos!

But it was too late.

For Chen Feng, the nature of this encounter changed from the moment he decided to use the submachine gun.

What started as a self-defense counterattack turned into... a massive firepower annihilation.

His eyes were cold and focused, his finger firmly on the trigger.

Rat-a-tat ...

The distinctive, dense, and continuous sound of the Type 56 assault rifle, like the terrifying sound of tearing cloth, suddenly exploded!

It completely drowned out the sound of the waves and all human cries!

The muzzle spewed out a blazing flame nearly a meter long! The scorching shell casings, like golden raindrops, merrily and continuously bounced out of the ejection port, clattering and tinkling as they landed on the rocks at Chen Feng's feet, rolling into the pool of blood and mud!

The metal storm created by the 7.62mm bullets, like the scythe of death, swept wildly forward in a fan shape, with Chen Feng as the center!

In order to conserve the limited ammunition (a drum magazine only has 71 rounds) to the greatest extent possible and to achieve the maximum instantaneous killing effect, Chen Feng's firing was extremely methodical!

He didn't just randomly spray bullets; instead, he combined short bursts and long bursts, using slight body movements and steady wrist control to precisely cover those figures exposed in the field of fire, those clustered together, or those trying to find cover!

Priority targets: those armed (clubs, machetes)!

Priority targets: those attempting to organize a counterattack or shout commands!

Priority targets: those that are clustered together and easy to fire upon!

Puff puff puff puff—!

The dull thud of bullets tearing through flesh and shattering bones, mixed with the roar of submachine guns, created a cruel symphony of death!

The four or five thugs at the front were the first to be hit!

A dense hail of bullets instantly enveloped them!

Some had multiple bloody holes blown open in their chests, some had their arms broken, and some had their skulls blown off by bullets!

The screams were drowned out by the even more intense gunfire. His body was riddled with holes like a rag doll, and he collapsed, convulsing!

The people behind were terrified and turned to run away!

But how could two legs possibly outrun the rate of fire and coverage of a submachine gun?

Da da da! Da da da!

Chen Feng flicked his wrist, and several precise short bursts of fire followed!

The bullet pierced the fleeing man's body from behind, drawing out puffs of blood mist!