Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

At the entrance to the manager's office in the east building.

The mule sat on the ground against the wall, and Wang Kuo squatted in front of him, holding a roll of bandage in his hand, wrapping it around the mule's arm.

When those three Asara soldiers rushed over, a stray bullet grazed his arm, cutting it and causing it to bleed quite a bit.

"Gently, ah!" he grimaced.

"Okay." Wang Kuo agreed quickly, but he didn't loosen his grip at all and continued to wrap the bandage tightly.

Han Che walked to the balcony, squatted down and examined the bloodstains on the ground. It seemed that Said had jumped off the balcony to escape.

"Brother Han, aren't you going to treat this?" Mule asked Han Che as he walked to the balcony after the bandage was finished.

Han Che glanced down at his condition. Said had slashed his ribs, tearing his clothes and leaving a red mark on his skin, but no bleeding. He had also been kicked in the stomach, which hurt a little, but it wasn't a serious problem.

"It's alright, I don't need it. Let's hurry up and search for the supplies," Han Che said, then went back into the house with the mule and began to scavenge.

There weren't many valuable supplies among the Asara shieldmen and Asara soldiers outside.

Han Che took a special look and noticed that these three soldiers, who should have been at the level of the personal guard, were also poorly equipped.

It's not much different from the equipment and configuration of their prison at the very beginning.

"Brother Han! The manager's office in the east building hasn't been searched yet!" Mule ran out of the manager's office excitedly.

After hearing this, Han Che and Mule went into the manager's office together.

Wang Kuo stood at the door, holding a gun and peering out.

The corridor was empty except for the three corpses lying on the ground, their blood already congealed.

Wang Kuo stared at the corpses, his mind a jumbled mess.

He still hasn't recovered from that fight.

Said suddenly rushed out and opened fire with machine guns, incendiary arrows, and hand-to-hand combat, then three soldiers charged up and fought recklessly.

He recalled these scenes and asked himself if he could handle it if he were in that situation.

Not only did Han Ge withstand the attack, he also managed to drive Said away!

He then fired several shots, hitting one of Asara's soldiers.

This was the first time he had actually killed someone, or more accurately, killed an NPC, since he didn't even know whether NPCs were human or not.

But the image was very clear: the soldier was shot in the neck, blood gushing out, and he knelt down.

Wang Kuo's hands still tremble slightly when he thinks about it now.

"Wang Kuo." The mule's voice interrupted his thoughts. He called out from inside the house, "Come in and help, this cabinet is too heavy."

"Okay!" Wang Kuo replied and turned to go inside.

Just as Wang Kuo turned and went inside, two heads peeked out from around the corner of the stairs.

He saw it; the one who had peeked out earlier was the newcomer next to the mule.

Old K licked his lips; a golden opportunity had presented itself.

They didn't realize they were there; they seemed still caught up in the excitement of defeating Said.

At this point, all you have to do is sneak over and walk to the door, and you'll see their backs turned.

Old K gestured to the tall, thin man. The two of them slowly came out of the stairwell, hugging the wall, and moved forward step by step.

Each step was taken with utmost care.

The corridor was very quiet at this moment, with only the sound of voices coming from inside the house.

"Why is this cabinet so heavy..."

"Push harder."

"I strained, and it got stuck."

"I'll do it."

As Old K listened to these sounds, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

idiot.

I was so engrossed in searching for something, yet no one was setting up a backup.

He slowly made his way to the door of the manager's office in the east building. A man wearing an iron helmet was facing a closed door inside the room, with his back to the doorway.

The other two were nowhere to be seen; they appeared to be inside the room.

Oh shit.

It was him! He made him lose face in the square. They cracked his knuckles, and the pain almost made him kneel down. With so many people watching, Old K completely lost face.

Later, when they went into the building, they ran into Said. The short man was dead, and he and the skinny man were hiding on the first floor like stray dogs, not daring to breathe.

But fortune favors the persistent! The opportunity has arrived!

Now this idiot is standing there with his back to him, like a fool!

I will be the one laughing last!

Old K's heart nearly jumped out of his throat, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He then slowly raised the gun, aimed it at the back of the man's head, and placed his finger on the trigger.

He took a deep breath. "I don't care if you're incredibly strong or have unparalleled martial arts skills! I'm going to smash your head today!"

Bang bang bang!

Old K charged through the door while firing, yelling, "Fuck you! You think you're so tough? You think you can break my fingers?!"

Ding ding ding...

The bullet fired from the G3 rifle made an ominous sound the instant it struck Han Che.

The image of his head being smashed, just like his short, stocky brother's, did not appear in his imagination.

Instead, the bullets sparked and scattered on the iron-clad helmet, leaving only a few dents.

Immediately after being shot, Han Che unleashed his power and whirled around, his speed so fast that he left an afterimage.

Blood-red eyes pierced through the gaps in the iron helmet, drawing an arc in the air.

Boom!

The gunshot was so fast that the firing motion was invisible; two bloody holes appeared simultaneously on both shoulders.

There wasn't even time for him to scream.

Immediately following, before the excruciating pain, was a tremendous impact.

Old K was kicked in the abdomen by Han Che and flew out of the door. Two jets of blood from his shoulder drew a beautiful arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"You...you..." Old K struggled to support his body with his hands, his pupils trembling wildly.

Han Che walked slowly out of the manager's office with his hands behind his back.

Before the tall, thin man at the door could even join the fight, Old K flew out.

It wasn't until he saw Han Che slowly walk out that he realized what was happening and was about to hit him.

"Cough...!" A sweet and warm liquid suddenly spurted from the tall, thin man's mouth and nose.

His hands went numb and he lost all strength. The rifle clattered to the ground, and then his body went limp as he knelt down.

The tall, thin man died without knowing what had happened; his mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he collapsed to the ground.

Old K, who witnessed everything, turned pale and trembled as he used his aching arms to support himself and move away from the monster.

Han Che walked out of the manager's office without even looking at either side of the door. He pulled out a 93R pistol from his waistband and fired a shot.

Three bullets accurately pierced the tall, thin man's chest, neck, and forehead, leaving three bullet holes aligned in a straight line.

Han Che slowly walked up to Old K and looked down at him.

Old K's face turned bright red, his lips trembled, and he was still kicking his feet, trying to get away from the monster walking towards him.

"what……"

"what!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"vomit……!!"

Old K let out screams of agony. The kick to his abdomen caused his stomach to spasm, and he kept gagging, vomiting up a dark green liquid.

He was still emitting meaningless screams, which were definitely not due to the pain of his wounds.

fear!

At this moment, Old K should be able to fully understand the mule and feel the mysterious thing called murderous intent.

The man in front of him was filled with murderous intent that was almost tangible; his blood-red eyes in the shadows seemed to want to drown him!