Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

The other man's gaze instantly locked onto Gordon, who had suddenly appeared. He immediately turned his gun around, pulled the trigger without hesitation, and charged forward.

What's astonishing is that even with his heavy armor, his speed was not affected in the slightest and remained incredibly fast!

Gordon's face darkened, and he quickly rolled several times on the spot, hiding in a corner of a bunker.

At that moment, he also caught a glimpse of another member of the killing squad who had been pursuing them from behind.

Their eyes met briefly before they looked away, then simultaneously unleashed a hail of bullets at Gordon's hiding place, gradually shrinking his living space.

Gordon knew something was wrong. Ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate that armor, and he didn't have any heavy firearms with large calibers on hand.

We must find a way to get rid of that protective gear!

In a flash, he reached for his waist and found several grenades he had previously looted; a plan instantly took shape.

Soon, two members of the Killing Ring slipped into the hall where Gordon had been standing.

The place was already a mess: chairs overturned, water glasses shattered, light bulb fragments scattered all over the ground, and bullet holes everywhere.

The two quickly looked around, searching for Gordon's whereabouts.

They hadn't expected this target to be so difficult to handle, slippery as an eel, impossible to catch.

Click.

A faint metallic thud suddenly rang out.

The two reacted extremely quickly. Without saying a word, they simultaneously turned their guns toward the bar where the sound was coming from and pulled the triggers to unleash a burst of fire!

Da da da da—!

The bullet pierced the wooden bar counter, shattering the wine rack behind it and causing countless expensive wine bottles to explode, splattering wine everywhere.

The firepower lasted for nearly half a minute.

Seeing that there was still no movement behind the bar, the two finally stopped fighting.

One of them raised his hand and gestured, then a cold, mechanical voice rang out: "Go forward and check."

The other man nodded, and with a flick of his arms, two gleaming steel knives popped out of his sleeves with a clang.

He lowered his body and slowly approached the bar.

Just as he was about to bend down to check, he suddenly tripped over a silver thread as thin as a hair.

Click.

The sound of the grenade's safety pin snapping open was clearly audible!

The member's expression changed drastically, and he turned around abruptly, intending to retreat quickly.

But it was too late.

Gordon used all the grenades he had on him and, drawing on his years of military experience, set up the trap. The explosive force was enough to cover the entire hall.

boom--!!!

The explosion was deafening, and flames shot into the sky behind that member!

The violent shockwave sent him flying.

The other member who hadn't gotten close didn't dare to be careless either, and immediately ducked down to protect his head.

A menacing gap was blasted open in the outer wall of the cruise ship, and the icy sea breeze howled in, slightly dispersing the lingering smoke.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out again.

Gordon tore off his shirt to cover his mouth and nose, then raised his gun and fired a series of shots at the wounded member of the killing spree on the ground.

The armor on the opponent's back had been broken open in the explosion, revealing the body underneath. Surprisingly, the opponent was still alive and was struggling to get up.

"They're still alive?!" Gordon's pupils contracted; the protective power of this armor was simply terrifying.

He immediately seized the fleeting opportunity, aimed at the opponent's exposed back, and pulled the trigger!

The bullets, with no further obstruction, pierced through flesh and blood.

"Ah—!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out.

"Fuck! You're asking for it!" came another angry roar from afar.

Gordon felt a chill run down his spine and was about to dodge.

Click, click.

That's the sound of an empty gun being left idle.

A slight smile flickered across Gordon's lips.

He recognized the voice all too well; the other person's gun was out of bullets.

Sure enough, the member of the killing squad who was a little further away saw that his M249 light machine gun was out of ammunition and simply threw it aside.

He flicked his arms, sending out two steel knives, activated thermal imaging to lock onto Gordon's location, and charged forward!

The footsteps grew closer.

Gordon gripped his pistol tightly in his left hand and his tactical machete in reverse in his right, then suddenly stood up and fired a series of shots toward the source of the sound!

Bang bang bang!

The bullets struck the armor with a crisp clang and were all deflected.

The opponent was already upon him, his left-hand steel knife flashing like a viper's tongue, aimed straight for Gordon's heart!

Gordon, being a seasoned veteran, parried with his knife, sparks flying with a clang, and used the force to retreat and create distance.

He planned to use evasion to maneuver and wear down his opponent's stamina.

Wearing such heavy armor would be an enormous burden every second, and it would be impossible to sustain it for long!

The two exchanged blows in a flash within the confined space for more than ten rounds.

Gordon was secretly alarmed by his opponent's superb close-quarters combat skills, whose attacks were fierce and precise.

"Interesting... You're still so good at fighting at your age." The other party suddenly spoke, a hint of amusement in his mechanical voice. "It seems you are the 'ageless gentleman' Gordon from Cobra."

Gordon remained unmoved, fully alert.

boom--!

Suddenly, another loud bang came from behind!

Gordon knew he was in trouble and was about to dodge when the enemy in front of him suddenly attacked, his twin blades flashing with a chilling arc, blocking his escape route.

Left with no other choice, Gordon had to raise his knife and meet the attack.

Just as the two swords clashed, a sudden gust of wind came from behind!

Another member of the killing spree charged in like a bull, delivering a heavy kick to Gordon's side!

puff!

Gordon had no way to avoid it and took the kick head-on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a table two meters away.

Crack! The wooden table shattered into pieces.

"Cough... these old bones... can't take any more strain..." Gordon's forehead veins bulged as he gasped for breath, struggling to sit up.

"Impressive, you can still get up after taking my kick." The newly appeared member of the killing spree spoke in a sinister tone. His equipment was clearly superior and more advanced. "Looks like you're pretty tough."

"Captain, this old man is quite skilled. We were all taken down by him..."

The member who had spoken earlier reported in a low voice, pointing to the silent team member on the ground not far away.

"Hmm, the person who could take us down is indeed no ordinary person." The killer, known as the captain, slowly clenched his fist and approached Gordon step by step. "However, this is the end of it. Let me put an end to your legendary life..."

Gordon felt a heavy weight in his heart as he sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the other person.

With his strength nearly exhausted and seriously injured, he was almost no match for this "monster" in perfect condition.

Escape? The other side would never give him that chance.

Am I really going to fail here today?!

"Huh?!" Just as Gordon's mind raced, the leader of the killing squad suddenly turned his head sharply, looking at the shadows on the other side of the hall. "Who?! Show yourself!"

Step...step...

The footsteps approached steadily from afar.

Gordon strained to look up, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

Could it be Cherno? If it is him... perhaps there is still a chance!