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

The fleeing figure staggered and fell, sliding a distance through the mud before coming to a stop.

Some people tried to hide behind the rocks, but Chen Feng had already calculated the angle. The bullets hit the rocks, sending up shards of rock, and the ricochets could also injure the people hiding behind them!

In an instant, the beach was filled with howls and screams, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!

The bright beam of the flashlight swung wildly and went out in the darkness, like a dying firefly.

The figures distorted and fell in the brief flash of the gun muzzle flash.

In just over ten seconds, a drum magazine with 71 rounds was emptied!

The moment the gunfire ceased, the world seemed to be muted.

All that remained was the tireless roar of the waves and the pungent, nauseating smell of fresh blood and gunpowder in the air.

Chen Feng held the submachine gun, its muzzle still emitting a faint blue smoke, breathing slightly heavily, his chest heaving.

His gaze swept across the battlefield like that of the most composed butcher.

As far as the eye could see, there were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly, some still twitching and others already stiff.

Blood stained large areas of rocks and mud a dark red, gleaming eerily in the faint light of the distant Hong Kong Island lights.

The once arrogant and domineering snake-hunting team, who acted like hunters, is now reduced to a scene of devastation, littered with corpses and remains.

In the distance, the fleeing couple had long since disappeared.

From the depths of the dark, rocky area on the right, several terrified screams and chaotic footsteps could be faintly heard. It was probably that the seven or eight snake catchers who were chasing the middle-aged man had heard the terrifying gunshots and the tragic state of their companions, and were too frightened to continue the pursuit, or perhaps they were even fleeing.

Chen Feng slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

He knew that the crisis was temporarily over.

But we must not linger here.

Such a fierce gunfight, even in a remote location, would eventually alert the Hong Kong police or other authorities.

He had to leave with Xiaoyu immediately.

He turned around, walked quickly back to the cave, and pulled Xiaoyu out, who was still trembling and suffering from ringing ears from the loud gunshot.

"Let's go!" His voice was hoarse, but it carried an undeniable determination.

He picked up the toolbox that had been thrown out and drawn some of the fire from the ground.

The small yellow croakers and remaining items inside were his guarantee for his future livelihood.

He pulled Xiaoyu along, checked the direction, and instead of heading towards the abandoned path above (where there might be ambushes or spies), or retreating back to the cold, surging sea, he quickly stealthily moved towards a shadowy area that looked darker and seemed to have dense vegetation (possibly mangroves or shrubs), which was perpendicular to the direction from which the gunshots came (the rocky area on the right) and went deeper into the coastline.

With swift steps, his figure quickly disappeared into the deeper darkness.

All that remained was the blood-soaked beach, littered with corpses, and the lingering stench of blood and death in the air.

The night on Hong Kong Island remains dazzling.

But its dark side has just been thoroughly cleansed by a cold, bloody rain from the north.

The vow that not a single one could be spared was written in the most direct and violent way on this new land.

The darkness receded like the tide, but did not completely dissipate.

The deepest inky black before dawn was eroded by a faint, almost illusory gray-white tinge rising from the horizon. The salty, cold sea breeze carried the unique, pre-awakening atmosphere of the distant city, a mixture of vehicles starting up, morning market preparations, and some indescribable restlessness.

Chen Feng, pulling Xiao Yu along, had completely moved away from that blood-soaked beach of death.

They traversed the slippery, muddy edge of the mangrove forest, which reeked of decaying plants, and walked for nearly an hour along an abandoned irrigation ditch half-covered by weeds and garbage.

At this moment, they are hiding inside a huge, rusty, abandoned cement pipe.

The pipe, about 1.5 meters in diameter, was half-buried underground. The inside was dry (relative to the outside) and piled with a thick layer of sand and dead leaves, emitting a smell of dust and rust. One end of the pipe was blocked by collapsed soil and rocks, while the other end was hidden behind a dense thicket of thorny bushes, forming a relatively enclosed and difficult-to-discover temporary shelter.

We're safe for now.

At least, they were away from direct pursuit and avoided large-scale manhunts by the police or gangs that might be attracted by the gunfire.

Chen Feng settled Xiaoyu on a patch of sandy soil deep inside the pipe, where it was the driest, and let her sit down with her back against the cold pipe wall.

Xiaoyu was in very bad shape. The prolonged tension, fear, cold, and hunger, coupled with the shock of the bloody massacre that had just taken place so close at hand, had brought her already weakened body and mind to the brink of collapse.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were cracked, her whole body trembled slightly, and her eyes were empty and filled with fear, as if she were still immersed in the terrifying scene of gunfire and flying flesh.

Chen Feng took off his coat, which was soaked and covered in mud and sea foam, wrung it out, and then spread it on the ground for Xiao Yu to sit on.

Then he took out the last half-bottle of water from the toolbox, unscrewed the cap, and carefully handed it to Xiaoyu's lips.

"Have some water, Xiaoyu." His voice was hoarse and tired like never before, but he deliberately spoke softly, with an awkward tenderness.

Xiaoyu mechanically opened her mouth and swallowed the cool, fresh water in small sips.

The water flowed through her parched throat, bringing a slight hydration and seemingly bringing her back to her senses a little.

She looked up and saw her brother's face, which was equally haggard, covered in dirt and tired, but with a determined look in his eyes. Her nose tingled and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

"Brother...are we...are we safe?" Her voice was faint, trembling with sobs and lingering fear.

"You're safe for now." Chen Feng gently wiped away her tears and grime with his rough hands. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He comforted his sister verbally, but he dared not relax in his heart at all.

Safety? Far from it.

They entered the country illegally, were wanted for murder (and it was a major case), had no money (except for a few small yellow croakers that they couldn't touch for the time being), knew nothing about the environment of Hong Kong Island, couldn't speak the language, and had no relatives or friends... It was a desperate situation.

The immediate priority is to assess the current situation, replenish physical strength, and formulate a survival plan for the next stage.

He forced himself to ignore the pain and extreme exhaustion emanating from all parts of his body and began to check the remaining resources.

First and foremost are his weapons, which are currently the only source of power he can rely on.

He placed two Type 54 pistols and the Type 56 submachine gun, which had already been emptied, on the dry sand in front of him.

The submachine gun's drum magazine was empty, and the gun still retained a lingering heat and a faint smell of gunpowder.

This gun played a decisive role in the beachhead battle, but it also thoroughly exposed the intensity of its firepower and exhausted precious, hard-to-replenish automatic weapon ammunition.

Until a new source of ammunition is found, it temporarily becomes a heavy fire poker.