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

Chapter 205 Destroy It!

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You like melee combat, huh? Fine!

Sayed simply threw away the M249, slamming the machine gun to the ground with a clang. The drum magazine rattled, scattering a few bullets that rolled on the ground.

He drew his red Crimson Owl Claw from his waist, flashed to the side of the flamethrower soldier, and slashed down at Han Che's hand that was pressed against the flamethrower soldier's neck.

Han Che released the flamethrower soldier's head, raised his arm to block, and the blades clashed with a clang as they bit together, leaving a trail of sparks.

The claw blade was very powerful; Han Che's hand was thrown away from the flamethrower soldier's neck, his wrist went numb, and his hand between his thumb and forefinger ached.

Han Che's expression was solemn, but instead of retreating, he advanced, meeting Said's swung claw blades with several slashes, each aimed at Said's vital points.

Said did not retreat. The claw knife spun rapidly in his hand, blocking, slashing, and parrying every single one of Han Che's attacks.

The two knives clashed and clanged in the air, sparks flying and the sound rapid.

The machine gunner behind him swayed, his hands bracing against the wall, trying to stand up.

Han Che is currently right in the middle of the three of them, and they absolutely cannot give them a chance to come and surround him.

Han Che kicked the machine gunner hard in the back of the knee with his right foot, causing the machine gunner to bend his knees and kneel down.

Then, with a follow-up low sweep, he knocked the flamethrower soldier off balance. The soldier instinctively reached out to brace himself, but his cheek collided head-on with Han Che's knee strike.

The protective mask shattered upon impact, blood gushed from his nose, and the flamethrower soldier collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

With two swift and clean moves, they dealt with the two enemies who were recovering.

With Saeed right in front of him, he naturally wouldn't give Han Che a chance to catch his breath.

Taking advantage of Han Che's loss of balance while he was kicking, he unleashed a series of heavy downward slashes with his sword.

Han Che was in a passive position and his movements were unstable, so he could only parry the blows head-on.

Ding, ding, ding!

Each strike sent numbness through his wrist. Said's blade grew heavier and heavier, until Said actually forced him to his knees.

After a fierce clash, the claw knife and the dagger wrestled, the two knives crossed, their blades stuck together, making a squeaking friction sound.

Said pressed all his weight onto the knife, gradually lowering the blade from above Han Che's head to in front of his eyes, the tip of the knife getting closer and closer to his eyes.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!" Said roared in a low voice, seeing that he couldn't close the last bit of distance no matter what he did.

Suddenly, Said changed his move, forcefully shifting from pressure to a flick. Han Che couldn't react in time, and the dagger was caught and flicked away by the claw blade.

"Oh no!" Han Che exclaimed in shock. His eyes followed the trajectory of the flying dagger, and his heart sank.

While the claw blade was still swinging upwards in mid-air, he braced himself with one hand on the ground, and kicked Said in the chest and abdomen with both feet, sending him flying.

Saeed fell backward, taking three or five steps before coming to a stop.

The dagger, which had been flung through the air, spun and embedded itself at Said's feet.

Saeed glanced down at the black dagger at his feet, then looked up at Han Che and grinned mockingly.

Said held the claw knife horizontally across his arm, wiping away the bloodstains, and stared coldly at Han Che, who was slowly getting up, and laughed.

"Hehehe, I admit, you've done a really good job!"

Han Che gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. He looked up at Said, who was a few steps away from him, and felt a sense of foreboding. Said's power had increased since last time!

Han Che recalled the last time he fought at the door of the manager's office in the East Building, when he almost got smashed to pieces by Saeed with two punches, leaving Saeed with almost no power to fight back.

This time, the strength was clearly evenly matched, and with himself covered in injuries, he was no match for his opponent.

Han Che glanced at his dagger, then at the scattered bullets from the machine gun at Said's feet, and immediately judged that Said wouldn't be able to finish him off anytime soon.

It seems he doesn't know he has a pistol yet. He's been engaged in a continuous firefight and hasn't had a chance to fire.

It seems I can use the pistol to stall for time, then I'll have to retreat and switch weapons later...

At that moment, Han Che was still thinking about the next battle plan, but the next second, his retreating steps were blocked by a huge figure.

The machine gunner has recovered! He stands right behind him, like a city wall, completely blocking his retreat.

The machine gunner, with his bald head, still looked somewhat disoriented. He didn't make a move but waited for Said's orders.

"Don't even think about escaping, you little mouse!" Said hissed.

"You're so amazing, I don't want you to leave. Come join my Crimson Owl Squad!" Said spread his arms, making an inviting gesture.

"With your abilities, you're qualified to be my deputy!"

Han Che sneered but did not reply, his mind still focused on figuring out how to escape.

With a machine gunner blocking the way, the plan became more complicated. The machine gunner behind them no longer had his helmet; there should be a chance…

Just then.

"Boss Han! Han Che!" A familiar female voice called out, her tone tinged with anxiety.

"I heard the gunfire stop over there. Are you done firing? It's almost time to evacuate!"

Han Che frowned. Why was she here? Weren't they supposed to wait at the evacuation point?

"Han Che!! Are you still alive? Do you need me to finish you off? Don't lose your mind!"

Han Che: ...Finish me off? Which side are you on? He felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind, but now was not the time to complain.

Xiaobai's voice came in, meaning she was very close.

"Is this your teammate?" Sayed pointed his thumb towards the direction of the voice behind him, asking in confusion. "A woman?"

"She seems to care about you a lot, you could consider keeping her with you," Sayed added.

Han Che looked down at his shattered level 6 armor and gave a wry smile. It was probably too late to change his equipment right here.

He covered his face, sighed helplessly, and said, "Damn it, I'm tired. Let's just destroy it."

"What did you say?" Han Che's voice was a little soft, and Said didn't hear him clearly.

"I'll say it!" Han Che raised his eyes, his pupils flashing red, "Destroy them!!"

He pulled out his left hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, and inside he was still holding the 93R.

Saeed's expression changed. When did he get a gun? He hadn't seen it at all!

When Saeed was shooting at the gunner's helmet on the plane, he was at the very back of the line, with a flamethrower soldier blocking his view, so of course he didn't see it.

The moment he saw the pistol, Sayed reacted immediately, lowering his center of gravity and head to avoid being shot in the head.

But Han Che's gun wasn't pointed at him at all.

His gun was pointed at the ground.

ground?

!!!

Saeed's pupils contracted sharply.

The flamethrower soldier was still lying face down, his body curled up and unable to get up.

The red fuel tank he was carrying on his back was just sitting on the ground.

"Machine gunner! Stop him!!!" Said roared!

"Women are such a hassle, always coming to me!" Han Che muttered under his breath, but a slight smile played on his lips.

Da da da!

Three bullets were fired from the muzzle of the 93R and hit the fuel tank.

The bullet pierced the metal casing, fuel seeped out of the hole, and the liquid flowed onto the ground, running down the flamethrower's body.

The fuel tank was already in a terrible state; the explosion, impact, and friction had left countless marks on it.

Upon hearing the order, the machine gunner then moved to grab Han Che.

"Stop him!!"

"Too late." Han Che sneered, pulling the trigger again.

Da da da!

At the same time, he turned around, grabbed the machine gunner's outstretched arm, and in a posture similar to an over-the-shoulder throw, leaned forward and pinned the machine gunner to his body, slamming him head-on to the ground.

Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!

Flames shot out from the gaps in the fuel tank, igniting everything.

The massive explosion created an expanding fireball that shot skyward.

The fireball spread westward, and the shockwaves kicked up pebbles that flew wildly westward like bullets.